The Magic of X'tacy! (Closed for BlueDauphin and FurryFury)

[FurryFury]

The Magic of X'tacy! (Closed for Blue Dolphin and FurryFury)

Prologue:

Some people are raised with all material things provided. Others are raised without enough to eat or any shelter real or emotional.

This is the story of two people who are that different. It may be a love story or a lust story or just a stranger than fiction story who knows? We can't know because the story hasn't ended yet. Life stories go on and on until the grim reaper puts the last period on the last sentence.

First to be posted is part one of the story between Magic Man and X'tacy. This part of the story was originally posted on another thread that had ended. To understand the relationship that started so unexpectedly between two people one must read how they met and what transpired between them.

Next to be posted will be new parts of the story as we see what will happen to them when they create that magic and x'tacy together which, when they are together, they do so easily.

We hope any who read this thread will enjoy it and that some will let us know that.

Fury

 

[Blue Dolphin]

And so it begins

OOC

Jack Dawson.
English systems analyst, just moved to the US, to start a new job in a company he part owns.
Age 37, 5-11, black hair, worn in a ponytail
blue eyes.


IC
Well here I was, in my new hometown, not knowing a soul, when I saw the "Strip Club" sign.
Thinking that it may well be a good place to meet some people, I entered. Finding the bar straight away, I took a seat, and ordered myself a beer, from a delightful looking young waitress.

Sitting at the bar, looking around, I noticed someone else enter the club.

A youngish girl, around the 20 mark I would guess, but she looked very nice.

She had on a tight pleated skirt, with a white blouse, that showed off her breasts magnificently.

I watched her, as she stood there, looking around, my first thought had been that she was one of the strippers here, but now I was not so sure. Indeed she looked amost as lost as I was. I sat for a moment, composing my thoughts, and then decided to take the bull by the horns, and introduce myself.

I walked across the room to where she stood, and speaking in my most cultured English voice I said.

"Hello, I am Jack, and this is my first time here, from England, and if you do not mind me asking, I wonder if you could tell me what happens here? Are you a performer? What time the show starts? Things like that. And please do not be offended, as it is difficult at first, being a stranger in a different country"

Putting on my best smile, I awaited her response.

 

[FurryFury]

X'tacy walked into the club brandishing her very good fake ID. Actually, the ID was real in a way, her boyfriend at the DMV had helped her make it. He liked the idea of her being “legal.” She looked like she was around 21 but in truth, she was only just barely, 18. The ID said her name was Claire Bingham and 22 years old. She liked that name better than her real name. Claire sounded normal. She had been named after a club drug. Her parents were real winners. Hell the bitches couldn't even spell correctly but constant parties and drug use will do that for you.

She had run away when she was 16. Her boyfriend helped her out. Why had she run? Well the last drug bust, that was the straw that broke the camel's back. See her parents sent her out to get drugs because if she got arrested, she'd only be sent to juvie. Only this time she was taken to the city jail, and while juvie was bad enough, the city jail was a fucking nightmare. She still couldn't allow herself to think about everything that had happened there.

Harold had gotten her out of jail and made the ID but eventually she had moved on. He was a nice guy, an older guy which she preferred, but he was married and had no plans to change that. So she began to waitress, then caught a bus to a bigger city. Her new boyfriend had seemed exciting but he was rough with her and again wanted to use her for drug buys. Now he was in jail for DUI and driving without a license, his place had been locked up and she was out on the street again. She had been trying to get the money saved up to post his bail but it was hard to get a job when you were living on the street. There was another problem too but she was not going to think about that yet.

She saw a flyer for the new strip club and thought she could do that sort of work. It was just a few steps above being a prostie and drug buyer. She loved the idea of that. She never wanted to sell herself like a ho and decided no more drug buys for her. Now she just had to figure out how to make herself look respectable.

The night before she had taken a real chance and stayed at a mission. The do gooders there were well meaning but a real pain in the ass. At least she had gotten a shower, and some nicer clothes. This was going to be her best shot at a job. All day she walked toward the club and applied for jobs. “Best not to put all your eggs in one basket.” Her Granny always used to say. Granny was always right too, she didn't’ want to waste her best opportunity for a job by only applying at the club on the one day she was clean and dressed decently. She wanted to get a job at the strip place the most because the tips would be bigger and she could get Lee out of prison faster.

She walked into the club, her huge eyes taking in the entire scene as fast as she could. Her body was smoking in the tight pleated skirt and wrap blouse. Her breasts were oversized for her body and completely natural but bulging out of the sports bra she also got from the mission. She had “junk in the trunk” too. She didn't like that particular feature of her body but plenty of men did and it was in proportion with the rest of her body, it just stuck out there a bit more than she liked. She watched a few performances. Then went into the bathroom and practiced some of the moves.

She loved to dance and she was good at it.. She had enjoyed going to the clubs and dancing when she could. Quite a few men asked her if she was a stripper even then. Alls she was doing though was just moving her body the way the music made her want to, like an undulating snake. It didn't take her long to feel like she could keep up with the others and audition successfully. She pinched her cheeks and licked her lips and went looking for someone to ask about auditioning.

X’tacy was glad she had been able to get in without paying a cover. The doorman had been nice when she had told him she only came to see about a job.

She stepped into the club, taking it all in, watching the stage areas and the performers. Trying to get an idea of how to do this. She needed a good paying job like last week. She looked around a bit lost her mind teaming with ideas and schemes.

She heard a voice, it was the kind of voice and accent that made women feel hot and weak and she turned to him.

"Hello, I am Jack, and this is my first time here, from England, and if you do not mind me asking, I wonder if you could tell me what happens here? Are you a performer? What time the show starts? Things like that. And please do not be offended, it is difficult at first, being a stranger in a different country" Then he smiled and she couldn’t help but smile back.

“Hi Jack. I’m not offended at all. I love your…” *She thought about how to word it while she licked her lips. * …accent. Well, this is my first time here in this club. It’s a strip club. I hope to get a job here tonight. There is, you know, booze, music, girls taking off their clothes, probably some private rooms for lap dances and such somewhere? I’d guess that anyway.” Her voice had a faint lilt to it, especially at the ends of her sentences, just a little slow honey inflection could be heard.

She shrugged her lack of knowledge. “Sorry I don’t know much.” She said her eyes were huge and innocent looking as she looked up at him. “My name is x… uh, Claire. It’s nice to meet you Jack.” She said holding out a small hand to him.

She shuffled her feet a little, making her little skirt move around her thighs and looked around again then back to him still smiling.

Seeing the sign on the office door down the hallway, she planned to knock very decisively, so no one would realize how nervous she was or how desperate, no, because she wouldn't even admit that to herself.

For this moment though this man, Jack was being so nice. She could take a minute for this. It didn't happen often in her life. Her smile was bright and her heart felt full. Silly girl she thought, men don't stay nice, you know that.
Still she lingered for a moment her heart skipping a beat or two, her hand in his.

 

[Blue Dolphin]

She smiled at me, saying
“Hi Jack. I’m not offended at all. I love your accent. Well, this is my first time here in this club. It’s a strip club. I hope to get a job here tonight. There is, you know, booze, music, girls taking off their clothes, probably some private rooms for lap dances and such somewhere? I’d guess that anyway.”

Then she told me her name, it was Claire

"What a delightful name that is, I am delighted to meet you Claire"

I replied, taking he rhand and kissing it softly.

"I did notice that that man over there looks like he might be something to do with this place, the one talking to the lady at the bar, shall we go ask him?"

 

[FurryFury]

"What a delightful name that is, I am delighted to meet you Claire"

X'tasy looks at Jack as he takes her hand and kisses it just like in the movies. She feels a hot jolt spike through her. Her smile grows involuntarily until she feels absolutely foolish. His lips are soft on her hand and her thoughts drift a bit. Damn, she thinks, this fellow is way out of my league. I wonder what he is doing here at a strip club? She looks back up at him with big sad eyes, rather adoringly, like a puppy does their master, her smile is still huge.

"I did notice that man over there looks like he might be something to do with this place, the one talking to the lady at the bar, shall we go ask him?" Jack asks her.

She looks a bit startled. For just a moment she had forgotten her overwhelming need to find a job tonight. How stupid of me, she thinks, focus! She nods her head a bit in agreement, speechless at this fine gentleman's manners which have touched off all sort of fantasies in her mind. Walking with Jack, she feels suddenly safer and more confident, the man who might be in charge of hiring begins to move and she reaches out to tap him on the shoulder just before he opens the office door.

"Yes, Miss..can I help you? He asks.

"I'd like to audition and apply for a job, please." She said to the man. "Are you the right person to talk with or, is there someone else?"

She glances back up to Jack then meets the eyes of this man directly, hoping he will let her try for a job.

X'tacy dimples at this man, Dave's words and offers him her hand, a little flush of heat flows over her body remembering the gentle kiss that had just been put there by Jack. "I'm Claire and yes I would like to dance here." She nods and looks up to Jack a bit wistfully, she didn't really want to break contact with him but she needed the job desperately.

"Maybe I'll see you after the interview?" She asks him hopefully. She didn't stop to ask herself what she was thinking, remind herself her boyfriend was in jail and she was getting the job in part to bail him out, she just went with her gut, that pull that made her want to spend at least a little more time with the English gentleman.

Something makes her wait for his response before following Dave.

 

[Blue Dolphin]

"Oh I will be here waiting for you Claire, and make no mistake about that, now my dear, go knock them dead, for me."

I watched her walk away with Dave for her interview.
She was delicious, and I knew that if she got a job here, I would be a regular customer for certain. Also, there was something about her, something I could not quite put my finger on.

I returned to the bar, getting a whisky and lemonade, while I waited, thinking, wondering, did she have a submissive streak maybe, it was just a feeling that I had at that moment.
I wasnt really sure, but I hoped to find out soon.

Looking around, at all the comngs and goings here, I decided to take my drink, and go sit by the stage.

There was no way that I was going to miss Claire`s audition.
I wanted to see her
and
I wanted her to see me also.

 

[FurryFury]

"Oh I will be here waiting for you Claire, and make no mistake about that, now my dear, go knock them dead, for me."

She blinks and smiles as his words catch her soul and hold her tight for a second in a vocal caress that she didn't want to end. Wow, she thought, she hoped he really would be there when she came out she wanted that very much.

Her emotions warred with her and practicality won. X'tacy needed the job and she didn't need another man in her life, but sometimes, you get little blessings when you don't look for them. Granny always said that too. She did a little finger wave as she walked away from Jack.

"Knock them dead for me." His words echo in her head. Yes I will, she thinks. Wondering at this strange and powerful connection she felt to a man she had only just met. "See you later then Jack." She murmurs going over the dance moves in her head and beginning to concentrate on the task at hand.

"So Dave, what sort of audition do you require?" She asked as her mind snapped back to her main reason for being at The Screaming Tail. She followed him and focused on getting the job.

Inside the office Dave asked her why she wanted the job and why she thought she would be good at it while offering her a chair to sit in.

"Thanks Dave." She says and sits down.

"Okay, I'm just looking for a good job, I think I would be good at this, I've always loved dancing. I saw a flyer for your club and I came down as soon as I could. I haven't worked as a dancer before but I've been told I just sort of naturally dance like a stripper."

X'tacy shrugs. "I really could use the work, I'll never show up late or flake on you if I get it. I can promise you that. I don't think I really stand out at all but I will do a good job for you."

She continues, wow that sounded pretty lame, but she couldn't think of much else to say. "Um, you want me to dance for you? Maybe that would be best?" She asked Dave.

Dave tells her that would be fine OR she could go out on one of the smaller stages and do her audition.

X grins at the idea of being on stage. She always did work best in front of an audience.

"We could? Oh that would be great! What music? Can I pick?" She says lighting up and getting excited.

Her mind starts ring out warning klaxons. Okay she thinks, it's not just for the money I need this job. Shit. I'm a terrible, filthy, girl. I want men looking at me, while I dance and take off my clothes. My daddy would tan my...no, he'd fucking...watch. Crap. He wouldn't care, probably would just try to get something out it for himself. He always did tell her what a filthy no account girl she was. Sometimes she believed him; sometimes she thought she was a good girl. Damn this is confusing. She tried to pull her mind out of that cesspool and back to business.

"Dave, should I just wear this or is there something else you'd like me to wear?" She asks.

Her whole demeanor changed now from worried and nervous to excited and jazzed.

She requested The Messiah Will Come Again by Gary Moore for her music. She had actually kept that CD with her all these years like some fine treasure, praying it would never get scratched. If I ever get married and walk down the aisle I want to do it to this music, she thinks.

She comes out on stage, her eyes seeking the audience. She wears a sexy little mock up of a nun's costume at first. Something Dave had let her borrow from the huge backlog of costumes. It is short, brown and she wears a short habit. Her legs are encased in black seamed stockings, the garter belt for which just barely shows as she struts out on the second stage, taking to the whole thing like she was born to it.

The music starts out slow and sinuously; she slithers and moves to the tune, making two rounds of it, getting familiar with the dimensions of the little stage. She sees Jack and winks her heart suddenly jumping in her chest. She wonders what he must think of her.

Then in a burst of percussion and wail of electric guitars, the tune heats up and she begins to gyrate and tease. On with the job she thinks feeling her skin’s nerves stand up all over her body with excitement. Her short skirt rides up with her movements, flashing the audience her garters and G-string from time to time.

The song went into a lazy, whine and then starting popping with percussion and axe again. She pulls out a neckpiece of the costume, and throws it out to the men watching. Her breasts now are easier to see and nearly coming out of her costume, like ripe fruit begging to be used.

She kicks her leg up, and holding onto the pole, she slithers down it to the ground, humps against it a bit, gracefully, she rises, and sticks her butt toward the audience, catching the gaze of a woman, unexpected that, her lips turn up. She pulls off the headpiece, freeing her hair, letting it swing now as she tosses her head with her movements of wild abandonment.

The shirt came off next; her breasts now covered buy nothing more that glued on disks with tassels. She continues to make her way around the stage, making eye contact with as many of the audience as she can, making her tit's bounce and the tassels swing.

When the guitar goes crazy again, she rips the skirt off dancing rather like a snake, which very much wanted to suck and be fucked. Her curves belie the snake part just a bit but yes, that is the movement she tends into, slithering to the floor and back up, crawling the stage, getting close the audience, her eyes flashing, she is enjoying this, very much. She needs the money all right but man, she was so full of energy and endorphins she might just do this for free, if she had that choice.

She plays with the G string, teasing the audience, while the music slows down a little into a mournful wail of 'tar and organ. Her movements become wilder and she shimmies along the pole, before plucking it off at a stop in the music.

The piece gears right back up. Now it's just her, the tassels, stockings and garters up there. She couldn't be happier or feel sexier and it shows. Her eyes settle on Jack and she throws the hot wet G to him. The music stops and she smiles, then prances off stage.

Dave has a big smile on his face and is clapping...

"Nice job Claire you are now a feature Dancer here at The Screaming Tail....that means you'll get $200 a week plus tips...as long as you work 3 shifts a week....if you want to come back to the office..we can fill out your contract...and contact info...you can even start tonight if you want....I know this is alot to take in...so take your time think it over...and come see me when you are ready..." He starts to walk away...

 

[Blue Dolphin]

I sat in the crowd, eagerly awaiting Claire`s appearance on the stage.
I was nervous, for her, or for myself I wasnt sure. I looked around, wondering what these people, men and women would make of her.
Then the lights came on, and she stepped on to the stage, and stood in the center.

A short nuns habit, black stockings, and five inch "fuck me now" white high heels.

The outfit alone got her a great reception, as she stood still, eyes closed, awaiting for her music, which I recognised almost at once. I would know Gary Moore playing his guitar anywhere in the world.

She started to dance, swaying and moving slowly at first, her body like liquid, seeming to flow sensually. I was transfixed by this beauty, this vision of sexual dreams.

The music ebbed and flowed, yet time seemed to stand still, there was nothing else in the universe for those few minutes, just Claire, the music, and myself.

My mind was in a whirl, and then it was almost as if she winked at me, no one else, just me alone. My cock was straining against my pants, watching her. She pulled off her neckpiece, and tossed it to the audience, sadly, not in my direction.

She had rings and tassels on her nipples, swinging them to the cheers of the crowd

She was magnificent on the pole, her pussy almost visible through the damp G string, which she then teased us with. Giving little flashes of her sex, before finally removing it, and, to my utter astonishment, tossing it to me.

I caught it of course, smiling at her, and holding it to my face, as she stood there, wearing only the garter belt, stockings and shoes, thrusting her hips forward, straight at me. I smiled at her once more, and then, holding the G strig up, I licked the wet patch, as the music faded.

In a flash, she was gone, but what a reception she got, cries of
"More, more"
filling the room.
I could see one or two people looking at me, holding the G string, but I did not care, I was smiling too much.

Moving from the stage, I sat in a booth, so that I would be able to see her when she returned. and hopefully she would join me, for a clebratory drink. and maybe, even more. I guessed it all depended on how long Dave kept her talking, and if she got the job, but I was ure now that she would.

 

[FurryFury]

She watched Jack with her G string, yes! He caught it! That’s all she has time to see before the music pulls her away, to work her body and the crowd. She isn’t really ready to leave the stage but she reluctantly does so.

X’tacy feels her skin crawling with quite a rush as she comes off stage. There is Dave and he seems happy with her, so she smiles. Her pupils are huge and the black of them drowns out the color of her irises completely.

Her mind reels as she hears Dave say she can be a featured dancer here, making $200 a week if she does 3 shifts a week!

She chuckles. “How about three shifts a night?” She asks. “Oh wait, how many dances are in a shift anyway?” She laughs again.

“I don’t care I’d do them all. That felt like a little slice of heaven Dave! Oh I’m ready, I don’t need to think about it. Dave, this is what I came for, I just didn’t know how good it would feel.”

She walks with him to the office, not even thinking about her state of undress, so high, she has trouble focusing herself on the task at hand. Filling out the damn forms will require her to really concentrate. She can’t slip up now; she is too close to having the job. The fake id of the dead girl, the one X'tacy was now, spelling everything thing right, all those numbers, she has to remember them right. She has to remember the number of the phone booth too, the one near where she plans to sleep next and the fake address.

She figured she’d use the homeless place for that. Soon maybe she could get herself a little room, right after she bailed her boy friend out of jail, but with tips…

“Hey! I totally didn’t work the tips, I gotta watch how the girls do that!” She says. “Man I screwed up.” She says to Dave and hangs her head a little.

She is ready to kick herself. Damn, damn damn, how stupid can you be girl? She asks herself. She could have had at least a few dollars if she had just worked it. Her eyes narrow in anger at herself.

She started filling in the paperwork, while mentally kicking herself for being so dumb.

When she finished with that she gave it to Dave, hoping that she hadn’t taken too long or looked too hesitant on anything. She waiting tensely for his approval in the mean time she had gotten kind of cold and become aware that she had very few clothes on. She pulled her legs closed and blushed as chill bumps stole up her body.

She was ready to get dressed now. Just as soon as she got her schedule and Dave’s approval and then…maybe she would see if Jack was still there. He had said he would be and she saw him catch the G. She so hoped he would be there and hadn’t gone already.

X’tacy, got the particulars from Dave and opened the door to leave his office, she was cold but she was smiling. Her mission here had been accomplished and she loved her job far more than she had expected, now to get some clothes on.

She was startled to see a stunning girl there. The same one who she had noticed watching her while she danced before. “Oh! Sorry! I didn’t mean to almost run into you.” She says smiling. “I’m, ah, Claire.”

Her mind quickly ran through a list of options. Did this girl want a private dance or something? She had learned a little from Dave about tips and private dances but a girl? With another girl, that would be mind blower! Then she noticed the money and the girl’s outfit. Wait, just a darn second here, maybe she’s a dancer too. Oh lord, she just wants to talk to Dave or something and here I am acting like it’s about me. What a damn fool I am, she thinks and starts to get out of the way but this girl Fantasia, is a dancer and she seems so nice not to mention generous.


X’tacy, looks at the gorgeous girl her eyes rounding. She stares at the money a second in stunned disbelief, then back in her beautiful face. X blinked. “You want to give me a tip?”
Her lips make a soundless wow and she thinks she might cry. She blinks and listens carefully to the girl’s words, then opens her garter to follow those instructions. She so needed that money but…wait a minute, taking money from another dancer, money X’tacy hadn’t earned, and so much, $50, it just didn’t seem right. She looks up bewildered at the lady.

“Listen, this is awfully nice of you but, it’s so much money and I’m sure it’s a tip you earned. I didn’t. I was lame, never even thought about tips or tip procedure, it’s not fair of me to take yours, but I would like to learn from you. I really appreciate it more than I can explain.” She said trying to keep her voice from breaking.

Take the damn money you stupid slut! Her boyfriend’s voice seemed to bellow in her head. She shakes her head a little trying to clear it of him. Then with trembling fingers she pulls it out of the garter and tries to hand it back to Fantasia.

Fantasia wouldn't take it though. She insisted "Claire" keep the money. Eventually not seeing how to say no anymore X'tacy did keep the money.

“It’s nice to meet you Fantasia.” She said smiling a little. Could she actually have a friend here? She wondered.

She stands there, her emotions making her a little crazy. She wonders if Fantasia is a stage name or if her parents were idiots like X’tacy’s own. Her hand was still out with the fifty offering it back but Fantasia is gone and in the office with Dave.

She goes to get dressed. She goes to put on her clothes, the little pleated shirt, and white high heals, sports bra and wrap shirt. When she takes the glued on pasties and tassels off they pull at her skin and she lets out a little scream as her nipples are tugged.

She gathers her few things and walks up to the bar where Fantasia is with some big handsome dude. Her eyes scan the room, with a nervous hope that Jack was still there. Why, she felt that way she has no idea, after all she has only just met him but there is something about him.

She was just being stupid though; he was way out of her league probably long gone too. She thinks. She had heard some men make remarks as she passed by them on the way to the bar but she didn’t make out what they said exactly. She gets a glass of ice water and then turns around scanning the room.

There! In a booth! He had stayed; her face breaks into a smile as bright as the summer day had been. Her eyes light up. Wow! What a night! She has a job that would pay well, once she got the hang of it and enjoys. Possibly a friend who could show her the ropes and now there Jack is!

 

[Blue Dolphin]

She came back into the room with two other people, not seeing me, I was so disappointed, until she turned around, holding her drink, and acknowledged me.

I smiled, and waved at her, beckoning her to come and join me in the booth, marvelling at the slinky way she seemed to glide across the room.

"Wow Claire, that was a fabulous performance, you must have practised hard and long to be that good."

She looked at me with astonishment it seemed

"You are kidding me, right Jack? That is the first time I have ever done that in public in my life."

I could not believe it at first, but then, why would she lie to me?

"And I got the job Jack, three days a week, and trust me Jack, I need this job, I need to get on my feet, and build a life for myself."

I was delighted for her, and gave her a hug, before taking her thong from my pocket, and placing it on the table.

"Then I guess that you had better stop giving away your underwear then Claire."

This made her laugh out loud, but she would not take them back, they were a gift to me for being kind to her, she insisted that I keep them.

I started to wonder then, as I had not eaten since before noon, how she would respond to a dinner invite? Guessing I had nothing to lose, I decided to ask her.

"I hope that you do not think that I am being too forward Claire, but would you allow me the privilige of buying you dinner? That is unless of course you have a prior arrangement?"

 

[FurryFury]

What a gentleman, he lavishes compliments on her, offers back the thong, then asks her out for dinner. Wow! Thinks X'tacy.

She figures whatever he has in mind for dinner would be better than the canned soup and sandwiches she had last eaten at the mission. As hungry as she nearly always is, she knows she really just wants to spend time with him. As foolish as it might be for a girl like her, she is pulled to him, like a magnet to steel. She really can’t see why he was being so nice to her. He was clearly meant to be with finer things and ladies, than here with her. She knew that but a girl just has to follow her gut sometimes.

“Jack, I’d love to have dinner with you.” She says. “Prior arrangement?” She looks puzzled, while she ponders that. “I sure don’t think so.” She says slowly.

Her mind works through the words. She thinks oh hell yeah, I sure did, a certain dark alley way and nothing for dinner or maybe a little dumpster diving. I think I can scrap those pathetic plans for him and real food. She smiles up at him again. Why does being with him make her feel so good? She doesn’t even know him, really. She wanted to. She wanted to know him very well.

She dimpled remembering something and looked up again to Jack.

“So I did do what you told me? I tried to knock ‘em dead for you.” She says, her eyes bright. “Believe it or not, that helped me a lot, thinking about you and your words, doing it in part, for you.”

I am always such a fool. She thinks. Something she read one night, struggled through comes to her mind just then. 'There is no always. Not in the fiery depths of hell or the dulcet harp toned sounds of heaven. Not here in this world. No there are only constant changes and occasional patterns, being ground into and imprinted onto our lives. Sometimes also, there are abrupt surprises, with bits of relief or sorrow throw in and they glitter or dull, these moments, at least to our fragile mortal senses.' One side of her mouth quirks a bit at those strange words hitting her brain just now. What a night, she thinks again, what a night.

 

[Blue Dolphin]

"Did you knock em dead? I should say so Claire, in spades darling, you were tremendous. I am not the least bit surprised you got the job, What is more, I am going to reserve a front row seat for your next appearance."

I smiled at her, my cock still semi rigid from her performance.

"And you my dear, your body, simply beautiful, and very very desirable."

She blushed a little, and to save her any further embarassment, I moved swiftly on.

"Thank you also, for accepting my offer of dinner, I was worried that you might just think it was a ruse, to try and get you, well, you know, but it wasnt, honestly.
And as for dinner, as I see it, we have three choices, we can both go home to change, and go somewhere real classy. We can go to a fastfood place like Burgerking, or, I can get a large pizza, to take to my apartment in the next block, if that is not too forward of me Claire. So my dear which does the lady prefer?"

I smiled at her again, and gently squeezed her hand, as I waited for her reply.

 

[FurryFury]

"Lady?" She whispers in some wonder. His warm hand on her small one is sending thrills through her. "Jack, um, I can't really change." X'tacy says as deep blush flows up her body, to her chest and makes her face feel warm. She has no change of clothes, nor a place to go, other than the alley, the thought of this shames and depresses her.

She ponders the question. Fast food is not her favorite, perhaps because she has been eating it out of dumpster's for some time now, forever ruining the appeal of such to her.

She knew she shouldn't go to his place. She had a boyfriend. So he didn't always treat her nice. Who did? So he was in jail at least until she could pay his bail. She still owed him for taking off the streets a half year ago. No matter what else he had done.

Pizza and Jack alone. Damn. She was a terrible girl. She wanted to be alone with him food or no.

She looked at him and his pants wondering how long she could live drinking only him. Who needed food anyway when...Stop! Dirty girl! She thought.

Someone should tan your hide girl! She heard her father's voice suddenly in her head, distorted by alcohol, drugs and her memory, but still she could almost smell him. He was rather like a reverse air freshener. His body sending fumes of booze, garlic and musk throughout the trailer, all the time. His pore released little bursts of his odors constantly nearly choking her. She coughed.

X'tacy could feel his body heat over her backside, while he used his belt on her. She jumped in the booth a bit startled. Looking at Jack the whole thing faded away like smoke. Thank Gawd! She thought.

Her nipples were hard now and pressed against both the sports bra and the wrap blouse. She wondered if she should have given that thong to Jack after all. She had no underwear now. Funny to get a thong from a mission like that. Lord, just thinking about being alone with Jack, was making her feel moist. Damn.

She knew she should say no. Or go for the fast food offer, anything but hamburgers. X'tacy opened her lips and said, "Pizza sounds great Jack! What do you like on your pizza anyway?"

Oh my gawd! She thought, did I just say that? Well fuck me with a spoon! I so should not have said that! Too late now though. Can't put the horse back in the barn, as Granny would say. Secretly though, X'tacy knew that was really what she really wanted to be alone with Jack. A little thrill frissoned through her body making her nipples show through clearer, and ache.

She needed to learn, maybe from Fantasia, about putting pasties on and taking them off again without feeling like most of the skin on her nipples was ripped off too.

"Are you um, hungry now Jack?" She asked. Then blushed again when her stomach made a terrible noise. Thanks a lot! She thought to her stomach. Nothing like a dead giveaway!

 

[Blue Dolphin]

I listened to her, telling me that she could not change. I could see the turmoil in her face, as the wheels of her mind were so obviously spinning rapidly. It was not me she was afraid of, fucking me would not worry her, but something was. I heard her say about the pizza, and smiled at her, but inside I felt that something was wrong here, terribly wrong.

"Come a little closer Claire, and listen to me for a moment, to what I have to say, which is for your ears only."

She hesitated at first, but did move closer, and I put my mouth close to her ear.
Speaking quietly

"Dont say anything just yet please, hear me out first."

She nodded her in agreement, and I began to talk again.

"I will tell you what I think Claire, if that is your name at all, I think you might be in some kind of trouble."
She tried to back off, but I held her wrist firmly.

"Its OK, I am not going to hurt you, or do anything to you, but judging by the noise your stomach is making, I doubt you have had a square meal in days. You also say you cannot change, if that is because the only clothes you have are these, nod,"

Her head moved slightly, as tears started to form in her eyes

"You have to trust me Claire, as I said I will not hurt you, but I will do somthing for you. We will go from here, and get you some clothes, dont worry about the money, I have plenty. Then we shall go to my apartment, where you can take a shower, or a bath, and then get dressed. We will go eat, and then come back here to watch the strippers. As I said, i will not touch you, but, I do want to help you."

 

[FurryFury]

Jack seemed so kind and so interested in her. It is a heady mix for a girl like her. She expects him to take her home, feed her, maybe collect his due now, but he looks at her instead. Just looks at her and his eyes seem to be boring through to her soul.

X’tacy wonders suddenly if she has let something slip that she shouldn’t have or messed things up with him already. A song runs through her mind. Like the wind breezing through leaves musically it makes her happy and sad at the same time. Some of the lyrics seem to grab her spreading around her heart with dark tentacles and squeezing. She hears the lyrics float mournfully in her head. ‘The time between meeting and finally leaving is sometimes called falling in love.’ Now he’s going to leave. X’tacy thinks. She starts going over what they have just said and done in her mind, picking it apart for clues to explain his look.

He merely asks her to come closer and listen to him. Okay so he isn’t leaving, yet. She thinks feeling a little happier then her spirits dampen oh but, here it is, she thinks. His terms, I knew this is too good to be true. Her heart sinks a bit again but being realistic; she figures she might as well find out his demands now.

She slides over to him and she feels his warm breath on her ear. Her eyes close. She experiences a delicious thrill just from that alone traveling her core.

He tells her not to speak yet. Tells her to just hear him out and she makes a fractional nod. She doesn’t want to move too much. It is noisy and hard to hear at all in the club. Further more, she is enjoying his closeness, the warmth of Jack’s skin and breath. She doesn’t want it to end.

"I will tell you what I think Claire, if that is your name at all, I think you might be in some kind of trouble.”

She starts to pull away in fright. How can he know that? Is this some sort of trap? She eyes fly open but he holds her, won’t let her go. He seems very strong and holds onto her wrist firmly.

"Its OK, I am not going to hurt you, or do anything to you, but judging by the noise your stomach is making, I doubt you have had a square meal in days. You also say you cannot change, if that is because the only clothes you have are these, nod,”

She nods slowly and reluctantly, tears forming in her large eyes. She cringes wondering what he must be thinking of her now her face is in flames again.

"You have to trust me Claire, as I said I will not hurt you, but I will do something for you. We will go from here, and get you some clothes, don’t worry about the money, I have plenty. Then we shall go to my apartment, where you can take a shower, or a bath, and then get dressed. We will go eat, and then come back here to watch the strippers. As I said, I will not touch you, but, I do want to help you.”

She was really having trouble processing his words. He would buy her clothes and let her take a shower at his apartment but not touch her? Take her out to eat and back here to watch the strippers? Why? She wondered? Oh, she thought, he must really just like strippers. That’s why he wanted to help her? Maybe, he just had a thing about strippers but he didn’t want to touch her? Thousands of possible scenarios ripple through her mind. Many of them unsavory to say the least and she couldn’t sort them out.

She looked at his hand over her wrist. Wait, he was touching her. Damn. This is too confusing for a poor country girl to figure out. she thinks. She looks up at him. “Thank you, Jack.” She whispers back to him, her eyes glittering with unshed tears. “We can do whatever you like, really, we can. I just have one question. Why? Why do you want to help me?” She asks trembling a little.

The night is threatening to overwhelm her now. So many good things have been happening. This isn’t the way her life usually works, or rather doesn’t work. She is starting to feel a little lightheaded, a little off balance, this all can’t be real can it? She takes her right hand and carefully pinches her left bicep. Yep, she felt that. Jack’s hand on her right wrist still feels warm. Maybe it isn’t a dream after all, or maybe dreams are trickier than she thinks.

 

[Blue Dolphin]

“We can do whatever you like, really, we can. I just have one question. Why? Why do you want to help me?” She asked, as the tears rolled slowly down her cheeks


"Why Claire? I will tell you why, because I like you, and because I am I hope, a gentleman. It would be easy, so easy, to get a pizza, take you back to my place, and have my evil way with you, and then cast you out. But I could not do that. I look at you, and I know, there, but for the grace of God go I. Everyone deserves a chance in life Claire, and I mean everyone. If I can be that person in your life, I will be a happy man. Maybe you are confused, that I just didnt want to fuck you, then forget you. I do want you, I desire you very much, but I also want you to be happy, to relax, and not to have to keep pinching your arm as you just did."

I smiled at her before leaning to kiss the arm where she had pinched it

 

[FurryFury]

His words are like a healing salve to her, leaving just a few minor doubts. For a girl like X'tacy, that was about as good as it gets. She brushes angrily at her tears. She hates crying. It's weak. Momma always was crying and look at her, she thinks. No, crying is far too dangerous. To start something like that when you don't know that your tears will ever end is terrifying to her.

Fortunately, she wasn't sobbing. It's not that full out crying. No it's just silent, slow, warm tears. Gawd she hates herself when she breaks down. Jack kisses her arm and she smiles, feeling warmth radiate from that small tender gesture. Why do acts of kindness threaten to make me cry so? She wonders.

"Okay Jack. Thank you very much. I accept. On one condition. Tell me it's not pity that you feel for me? Please tell me that." She says.

Her mind scrabbles like a spider over the things she has been told all her life about accepting charity and being worthless, but her chin comes up a little to. She's desperate alright but determined. She can use some help now, she really can, but she can survive without it. She has a plan and she will be making money, things have to get better. X'tacy doesn't want to be a charity case or an object of pity, ever.

"If you can tell me that, Jack. Then I'll be glad to go with you now." She says.

Her core nit picks and fusses at her. Damn girl! Why you always have to go and make things so hard? It says. For that, she has no answer, she never has.

 

[Blue Dolphin]

"Okay Jack. Thank you very much. I accept. On one condition. Tell me it's not pity that you feel for me? Please tell me that. If you can tell me that, Jack. Then I'll be glad to go with you now."

She said to me. I just looked at her, smiling softly, and took her hands in mine before I spoke.

"Pity Claire? Pity is for the weak and faithless. For those who will not, for whatever reason lift a hand to help. I do this because I care, even if we have only just met. You are so vulnerable, fragile even in many ways, even though you try to wear a hard exterior. I like you Claire, and yes, I will admit, I desire you. But, I also want to help you, to find yourself, and become the strong lovely person that I know resides inside you. That is not pity dear Claire, that is humanity, showing true feelings."

Before she could respond, I kissed her, softly caressing her lips with mine, feeling the tip of her tongue reach out for me. I backed off, and looked into her eyes.

"So, are we going shopping or what?"

 

[FurryFury]

His words warm her and bring the reassurance she has to have. Then he kisses her and she feels something she never has before. Other men, there has been passion with, yes but with him, X'tacy feels something stronger, deeper, though that seems absurd, she has only just met him. It's there though. Nearly swept away, she pushes the tip of her tongue toward him to deepen the kiss. He pulls away and her brows knot with hurt and confusion. She is off balance again. Maybe she misunderstood him after all. I'm so stupid. She thinks.

He looks into her eyes and she feels caught and pinned by them. "So, are we going shopping or what?" Jack says.

"Yes, anything you like! Where should we go? Walmart?" She says. "I will pay you back someday. I'll keep a record and make payments as I can."

Getting up with him, they move through the club to the front door.

A small amount of fear grabbed hold of her intestines but she brushes it off and keeps moving. She likes him. She trusts him. She must be crazy. X'tacy thinks. She feels his warm hand in the small of her back guiding her as if she is a lady and he her gentleman and she smiles.

 

[Blue Dolphin]

"Yes, anything you like! Where should we go? Walmart? I will pay you back someday. I'll keep a record and make payments as I can."

Claire said as we left, once outside the club, I took her hand in mine, and led her to my car. Holding the door open for her as she climbed in.

Driving off, I spoke to her again.

"Walmart it is then dear Claire, and as for paying me back, you have already done so, simply by being here, so we will hear no more on the subject"

I smiled, as I glanced across at her, she still looked tentative, but not as bad I thought. I needed to get her talking, to relax her, talking about something else other than her current plight. I knew Walmart was a 15 minute drive, so this was probably my best chance of getting her to open up.

"Can I ask you something Claire?"

"ermm yes, OK then"

"If you could have been anything else in the world, instead of Claire the gorgeous delicious and delectable dancer, what would it have been?"

 

[FurryFury]

He takes her hand in his and she loves the gesture. His ways are compelling to her. X’tacy doesn’t know why, but they are.

She stands back a bit when he opens the car door for her. Jack helps her into the car like a lady, instead of shoving her or stuffing her like so many others have treated her in the past. She has to wonder if he, the fine gentleman with money has ever even been in a Walmart discount store. She is very surprised he seems to know of it. Looking at the fine car she is glad she had the chance the night before to get cleaned up at the mission. It wouldn’t do to mess up his luxury ride.

"Walmart it is then dear Claire, and as for paying me back, you have already done so, simply by being here, so we will hear no more on the subject"

Okie dokie then, he just showed he was a guy for sure, as if that will be the end of it. No, the subject is not over. She thinks. I will pay you back somehow. She vows silently to herself. She looks at him and smiles but she will find a way. Her simply being here indeed, a worthless thing like her, right that was payment. Did he really believe that? There still has to be something she doesn’t know about him and his view of things cause that makes absolutely no cotton-picking sense to her. Walmart rags will be easier to pay him back for than fine clothes at least, thank goodness. The kind of clothes he was used to women around him wearing, could take decades or a lifetime to pay him back for.

“Oh dear. I just thought of something I have no where to keep clothes.” She whispers to herself. Best not to get much, just one thing that he will find acceptable for dinner, and maybe a thong. X’tacy thinks. Oh how terrible he will be paying for a replacement on the one she gave him. That doesn’t work at all. Nope. That dog won’t hunt! She wonders what to do about that. His words interrupt her worries.

"If you could have been anything else in the world, instead of Claire the gorgeous delicious and delectable dancer, what would it have been”

She punches him lightly in the arm. “Oh go on with ya now! Claire the gorgeous, delicious and delectable dancer, right!”

She blushes and chuckles, thinking out loud. “Well, I don’t rightly know. When I was a little girl I wanted to be a ballerina but we couldn’t afford it and I’m not thin enough anyway.”

She muses that over some more. “People said I should run off to New York to be a model but again, not thin enough. Some folks thought I did so good in the plays at school that I should be an actress out in Hollywood. Never made it that far.”

She smiles with sudden inspiration. “I like to sing though. I write down my thoughts and then sing them. Sometimes I don’t have a pen, so I just keep the thoughts in my head, you know? Or sing them. When your on the s, um, I mean, live like I do, if you sing people think you’re nuts and stay the hell away from you most of the time, you know?” She laughs.

“I wish I could play something, the guitar like Gary Moore or the Piano like Alicia Keys. Oh and I like drawing and stuff too. I see things in my head sometimes, the sky, a hand, or clothes and I want to sketch the shapes, shade the details. Once I wanted to be an animal doctor I used to bring home all sorts of animals and try to doctor ‘em up but…that didn’t work out too good.” She shakes some unpleasant memories from her head.

Not now, she thinks impatiently. She bites her lip hard just to push her mind away from that and onto something, anything else and falls silent. Her hands flutter nervously in her lap. The silence stretches and she feels a need to break it but doesn’t know what to say. Something to distract from her slips, but what and why does she always have to let her mouth run away with her?

“So what do you do Jack? Is it what you really wanted to do? Do you like it?”

 

[Blue Dolphin]

“So what do you do Jack? Is it what you really wanted to do? Do you like it?”

We had arrived at Walmart, I parked the car, stopped the engine, and turned to look at her.

"Me Claire, you want to know about me?

She nodded, her sweet smile capturing my whole attention.

"Well Claire, I am the exact opposite from yourself I think. I was born as they say, with a silver spoon in my mouth, on the family estate in Berkshire, England. From the age of 4 to 18, I attended boarding school, going home in the holidays. We had winter vacations ski-ing in the Alps, summer ones in the West Indies. It was an idyllic life Claire, it truly was"

I stopped for a moment, seeing the absolute shock on her face, and took hold of her hand.

"After leaving college, I went on to University, at one of the industrial cities in the North of England, to study IT. And that was when my eyes were opened, when I saw the people working hard all their lives, yet having to live from hand to mouth. For my last two years at Newcastle, I lodged with such a family. It changed me Claire, radically, and I knew that I could not go back to living on the estate, helping the Earl, my father to manage them. I needed to go out into the real world, to work, to earn my keep. I got my degree, and I did what I wanted.
I have not been back to the estate for three years now. Yes we keep in touch, and one day I will inherit. But for now, I am doing exactly what I wanted , exactly."

Poor Claire, seemed speechless, and I knew that I had to break the spell

"So now I live here, in my two bedroomed penthouse apartment. I have only been here for two weeks, and you have no idea of my relief when you said we can go to Walmart. It is the only shop I know here, where I get my food and stuff from. If you had said Sears , or Bloomingdales, or even Victorias Secret, I would have been lost. But I do know that there is a mall just down the street. So forget Walmart, shall we go to the mall Claire? Yes, I think so, lets say I give you a budget of a thousand dollars, will that be enough, and then we can go and get a TV dinner each from my freezer?"

 

[FurryFury]

X’tacy is speechless at first. It is just as she feared. Jack is far too good and elevated for her. She feels like getting away then, but he touches her hand and steadies her. His story is fascinating and she tries to imagine the sort of life he talks about. She can’t though. She has no way to really picture such things. She is confused and sort of impressed that he is trying to live like a normal person with a wonderful education might.

What would she do under similar circumstances she wonders? Sometimes words just get all jumbled up for her and she knows she isn’t terribly skilled at reading or writing, though she keeps trying to learn and expand her mind.

It is hard to believe he shopped at Walmart himself. Not with his background and apparent resources. She starts to panic a bit when he talks of the mall and a budget of a thousand dollars and her eyes get huge. He asks if that will be enough. She just shakes her head as if punch drunk.

Finally her brain kicks in. “Um, listen, Jack, honestly? If you don’t want to eat out, that’s fine. In that case I don’t even need anything else to wear. I don’t have any place to keep a bunch of clothes anyway.” She says quickly.

She slaps her right hand over her mouth and freezes with her eyes wide. Damn it girl! Why do you always say what you should keep to yourself? Her mind screams at her. She shakes her head again. She is really messing up tonight. She needs to go or distract somehow. How?

“TV dinners are fine. Or I could just go. Thanks for everything but I should probably just go.” She says and begins to pull her left hand out of his, hating it, not wanting to but too much has been said. It is time to find a dark place to sleep in and pretend she was smarter. Pretend she has better sense than to mess up with a gentleman like Jack.

 

[Blue Dolphin]

“Um, listen, Jack, honestly? If you don’t want to eat out, that’s fine. In that case I don’t even need anything else to wear. I don’t have any place to keep a bunch of clothes anyway.”

I watched her closely, realising that she had made an error, and let the slip the fact that she was almost destitute.

“TV dinners are fine. Or I could just go. Thanks for everything but I should probably just go.”

She tried to pull away, but I stopped her.

"Wait, hear me out, I see it all now. Why yuo were so desperate for the job, and why you need clothes. I also realise that you probably think I am trying to buy you. That is not the case Claire.
Do you think I am too good for you, because of our different backgrounds? Maybe so, and if that is what you think, well, what can I say? Apart from this, I am a man, a human, who cares for his fellowman, and fellow-woman too. I am offering you a chance here, a chance to start a better life, to kick start your life even.

I wont pretend that I dont desire you, that I dont want to take you in my bed, because I do. But I am also man enough to know that may offend you.
So, all I offer is a roof, until you find something of your own, a bed, the spare room if you want. As to the rent, how does a dollar a week sound. And the clothes money, a loan, pay me back, also a dollar a week.
There you are Claire, all my cards on the table, the choice is yours. If you want to walk, I will not stop you. If you stay, we go to the mall.No strings."

I waited

 

[FurryFury]

X’tacy is speechless at first. It is just as she feared. Jack is far too good and elevated for her. She feels like getting away then, but he touches her hand and steadies her. His story is fascinating and she tries to imagine the sort of life he talks about. She can’t though. She has no way to really picture such things. She is confused and sort of impressed that he is trying to live like a normal person with a wonderful education might.

What would she do under similar circumstances she wonders? Sometimes words just get all jumbled up for her and she knows she isn’t terribly skilled at reading or writing, though she keeps trying to learn and expand her mind.

It is hard to believe he shopped at Walmart himself. Not with his background and apparent resources. She starts to panic a bit when he talks of the mall and a budget of a thousand dollars and her eyes get huge. He asks if that will be enough. She just shakes her head as if punch drunk.

Finally her brain kicks in. “Um, listen, Jack, honestly? If you don’t want to eat out, that’s fine. In that case I don’t even need anything else to wear. I don’t have any place to keep a bunch of clothes anyway.” She says quickly.

She slaps her right hand over her mouth and freezes with her eyes wide. Damn it girl! Why do you always say what you should keep to yourself? Her mind screams at her. She shakes her head again. She is really messing up tonight. She needs to go or distract somehow. How?

“TV dinners are fine. Or I could just go. Thanks for everything but I should probably just go.” She says and begins to pull her left hand out of his, hating it, not wanting to but too much has been said. It is time to find a dark place to sleep in and pretend she was smarter. Pretend she has better sense than to mess up with a gentleman like Jack.

05-23-2005, 03:47 PM 1209 post
She wasn’t going to cry. No. She won’t do that. He can’t make her cry. She thinks fiercely but as he keeps her from leaving. Jack makes her stay and as she listens to his kind words tears form in her eyes. She could have gotten away, but that would have meant possibly hurting him and he had done nothing to deserve that. She didn’t like to hurt others. A fat tear spills down her face as she listens to his offer.

She nods when he asks if she thinks he’s too good for her. See even he knows it. Everyone knows something like that. She wonders why he is still bothering with her.

He talks of offering her a chance and her heart leaps. Another tear falls then three, and four more. She swipes them away.

“I don’t want to go. I like you. I don’t know what you think of me but honestly, it would be easier if you just fucked me. You say you desire me. I understand that, not this other stuff. It’s great. You seem wonderful but I don’t understand it.”

She dries her eyes some. “Tell you what? I will gratefully stay at your place, in your bed or your spare, I don’t care but I’d feel like I was giving you something back if it were in your bed I guess.”

She looks up at him waiting for the signs of loathing in his face and for him to tell her to get out. Not seeing it she is again surprised.

“We can do things your way Jack. I thank you again. Granny always did say, don’t look a gift horse in the mouth but I always do I guess. Anyway what is a gift horse?”

In her head though she was making a list of ways to pay him back, not just in money or with sex, other things, little things she could do to make his life easier. Her heart warmed.