Page 48 of Princess's Revenge

CHAPTER 14

Anthony comes to my strip club for lunch. We do a sticky wings and beer special for lunch—times have been a little tough. Normally I would never be open during the day.

But…the girls wanted me to do this.

There’s a new harlot on the pole every fifteen minutes, so while peoplecanhave lunch anywhere they want, it doesn’t hurt to pay the extra $5 daytime cover charge so you can look at some tits while you eat.

Every fourth john, you’ll get a guy who’s horny enough to fork out for a private dance and that’s where the girls score.

Financially I’m still winning, because the girlspay me$50 a dayto dance at my place.Imake money from the overpriced food and booze—Guys are a lot braver when they’re on the edge of a good drunk…especially with their wallets.

I provide a safe working environment, the girls can ply their trade and whatever they make, they can keep. Occasionally they’ll have to suck a dick or fuck someone as a favor to me, but it’s all good. They like working here. The name of the place is—Harlots.

They’re happy and most of them have regulars who come in specifically to see them. The rest are working oncultivatingregulars.

Nights are a different ballgame. There’s a $20 cover charge, and a two drink minimum. Private dances can turn into all out fucking pretty quick, but only if the girls want it…and you payme,not them.

A guy will try to stiff a stripper, he won’t try that shit withme.

Night earnings have been sliding a bit unfortunately, hence the daytime shit.

Anthony didn’t just come for the wings though…he’s here to tell me his plan…and that I’m supposed to take Andrea out to make a little introduction tonight.

It sounds like fun…I’m looking forward to it.

I leave my second in command to look after things—as I very often do—and head home early to talk to Andrea.

When I get there, I knock twice and hear her sing, “Come in!” Sounds like she’s in a great mood!

I laugh to myself, unlock the door and enter.

When she sees me, she trots up to me with a smile on her face, hops onto me so I’m cradling her in my arms and gives me a kiss, “Hello! What are you doing here?”

I kiss her back and put her back on her feet. She’s barefoot, dressed in nothing but a big shirt. “Anthony sent me, get dressed, we’re going out.”

“Oooh,” her eyes sparkle and a naughty smile plays on her lips. “I thought Anthony was going to take me, how come he sent you?”

I shrug, “He’s got a thing to do.”

“Whatthing?”

“Athing,” I laugh and kiss her again, “go put some clothes on.”

“How much time do we have?” Andrea bounces her eyebrows.

She looks fucking delicious as usual. I pull her to me, as suspected she was wearing nothing but lacy panties under her shirt.

Her pussy is already hot and damp through the underwear. I part it and slide a finger in while I watch her bite her succulent bottom lip…I kiss her again with tongue. “Not enough, unfortunately, as much as I want to, we’ll have to play later.”

She closes her eyes, enjoying the feeling, but I don’t want to start something I can’t finish, so I take back my hand and say, “Go put some clothes on…for a night club.” I smile and deliberately lick her juices off my finger.

“Okay,” she reaches up to give me another kiss, then goes to her closet.

I head to the balcony and sit there so I can take my mind off of Andrea and make my raging boner disappear. I always get hard as soon as I see her.

I could probably bottle her pussy juice and sell it as an aphrodisiac. It’s better than Viagra! I read somewhere that it has pheromones in it. If that’s true, any man who smells hers will go fucking crazy!

Fifteen minutes later, Andrea comes out on the balcony looking stunning! Her makeup is all done, she’s in a short black dress that rides high above the knee, she’s wearing heels, earrings and a necklace too…even a matching clutch purse!

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