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Chapter 55 The Interview
“Tice said you just flew in from LA,” said Barbara starting the interview once they were seated.
“Yesterday,” said Stacy across the desk from Barbara. The office was large and cluttered, with a view of the adjacent building’s brick wall. The furnishings had a well-worn look. Barbara in person looked heavier than the picture Portia had shown her. Stacy noticed there was a half eaten box of candy on the corner of her desk. It was the same kind Mr. Serrentino had shared with her when she sat on his lap.
“So how was the City of Angels,” asked Barbara?
“Shitty.”
“Experience?”
“I was dancing at the Spearmint Rhino in Riverside until two days ago. The last few months I worked several of the Rhino clubs in greater LA. Last year I spent three months at a club in Tokyo. I danced at the O’Farrel Theater in San Francisco a few months back,” said Stacy.
Sir Charles had arranged for the real Serena Goddard to receive a lucrative offer to work as a prostitute in London. Her recent employment history had become Stacy’s. Stacy bore a strong resemblance to Serena.
“Arrests?”
“Three.”
“I assume Solicitation of Prostitution was the charge,” said Barbara. “You do any time?”
“No, Rodney bailed me out and they dropped the charges.”
“Rodney, he your pimp?”
“Pimp, boyfriend, husband, whatever,” said Stacy.
“So what brought you to the Big Apple?”
“Rodney and I had a disagreement over the division of income.”
“And,” asked Barbara?
“He wanted it all to buy crank. I felt I should be allowed to keep some since I was the one who earned it.”
“Where is Rodney now? If I hired you I wouldn’t want him to show up here and make trouble,” said Barbara.
“That won’t happen.”
“You sure?”
“Positive, he’s in the LA Country Morgue. Somebody shot him.”
“Are there any outstanding warrants out for you? Don’t lie. I’ll check,” said Barbara.
“No warrants. Persons unknown shot Rodney Thornton on lower Sunset two nights ago. I identified the body. The bullet made a small neat hole in the center of his forehead. The hole in the back of his skull was much larger. So large I would even call it a hole. The police have no idea who offed Rodney and frankly don’t give a shit.”
“So why did you skip town?”
“Rodney had some junkie friends. I thought it would be smart to disappear for a while,” said Stacy.
“Where you from originally?”
“Boston.”
“Go to Hollywood to become a movie star?”
“Something like that, I was tired of putting out for my father and older brothers. I figured I could sell what they were getting free.”
“So how many movies were you in?”
“I did some porn when I first got there.”
“Any titles I’d find on a shelf outside?”
“If you do you’re breaking the law. I wasn’t eighteen.”
“How old are you?”
“Twenty two,” said Stacy.
“You still look pretty good for someone who’s been in the business since you were?”
“Fourteen, Look, I eat right, don’t smoke, exercise, drink moderately, and take no drugs other than the occasional joint. I may be a whore but I’m one who takes care of herself,” said Stacy.
“Besides the Oasis, my husband and I run an outcall service. Most of our customers are hotel guests in Manhattan. It operates out of a fleet of limos that cruise the island. You have any problem with that?”
“No, what’s the split,” asked Stacy?
“We take sixty percent. You keep any tips,” said Barbara. “It’s the same when you dance.”
“When do I start?”
“We’re not quite there yet. You need to audition,” said Barbara tossing Stacy a packet of stapled pages.
“What’s this,” asked Stacy?
“My MP-3 library, I need to see you dance. Pick a song,” said Barbara.
“Six fifty two,” said Stacy tossing the packet back on Barbara’s desk.
“Black Magic Woman,” said Barbara reading the packet then getting up to walk over to a nearby couch. Barbara picked up a remote from the glass top table in front of the couch and keyed in six- five-two, then she sat down.
Stacy stood up and took a position directly in front of Barbara. She grabbed the bottom of her tank top to pull it over her head.
“No, don’t undress. Strip to the music,” said Barbara. “Pretend I’m some depraved bastard watching you as I jerk off. Your goal is get me to cough up fifty for a hummer,” said Barbara as she pressed the Play button.
Stacy began as Inga, the former stripper Sir Charles hired as her trainer, taught her. She danced slowly around the floor establishing the spatial boundaries. “Use the entire stage,” advised Inga. Two trips around and Stacy knew her territory.
She picked up the pace, moving to the music. Stacy started with the tease as Inga taught her. She kicked her legs high but moved too quickly for Barbara to see her crotch.
Stacy placed her hands on the side of her boobs and pushed them together. She moved them slowly up and down as she established eye contact with Barbara. She strutted around the room then lifted one breast out of the tank top exposing it for a brief second.
After the chorus, Stacy removed her top exposing her breasts. Stacy played with her recently installed bars rotating her breasts in different directions.
Now for the skirt decided Stacy as she pulled the latex material up to her hips exposing her white thong panty. Stacy sawed the nylon material across her crotch causing it to narrow between her labial folds. Stacy noticed Barbara was removing her blouse.
Portia was right about Barbara’s job interview techniques realized Stacy. In any normal business this would be an egregious example of sexual harassment but adult entertainment isn’t a normal business. .
As Stacy twirled around the room, she wondered how many dancers decided that the job was not worth having to kneel down between Barbara Somers fat thighs and give her head. Few if any were Inga’s comment.
“Expect to put out to get the job. That means going down on the manager who’s doing the hiring. After that, you get to screw the rest of your co-workers. Inside of a week, you’ll look around and realize there’s no one that you haven’t had sex with. That includes the other dancers. There’s plenty of opportunity for girl on girl sex both on and off the stage. And the other help, the DJ, Security and the Management will all be expecting you to spread your legs when they look your way,” said Inga while the two were taking a break from training on the brass pole. “The question is can a nice college girl like you handle that kind of action?”
“I can handle it,” said Stacy placing her hands on Inga’s bare thighs spreading them apart as she knelt down. Inga reached down to open her labia as she relaxed back onto the soft leather couch inside Club Josephine.
“Shit, you can dance better than most I’ve seen. Let’s fuck,” said Inga.
Barbara’s enormous bra was lying on the table by the time Stacy had striped down to her heels. Stacy was lying on her back on the carpet. Her legs were spread wide and she was fingering her vagina. Stacy went into a bridge offering her open sex to Barbara who was struggling out of her stretch pants.
As Stacy undulated on the floor, Barbara rolled down her panty then spread her legs to reveal her hair-covered sex. As the song was ending, Barbara picked up the remote and pressed the Stop button.
“Have I got the job,” asked Stacy?
“Almost,” said Barbara fingering herself. “Come here, Serena. Pretend I’m a customer. We do get the occasional woman these days, not often but it happens.”
“It’s fifty for oral,” said Stacy standing directly in front of Barbara then gracefully raising her leg to place one foot on the top of the couch. Her sandal was almost touching Barbara’s ear. When she stretched into the position, her pussy was inches from Barbara’s face. Dancing in the warm room caused Stacy to perspire and Barbara could see the moisture on her shaved sex. She could even feel the warmth radiating onto her face.
“Nice set of rings,” said Barbara her eyes fixed on Stacy’s sex.
“Thank you, have a taste?” said Stacy as she wet her fingers in her cunt then placed them on Barbara’s lips. Barbara opened her mouth to take in the fingers and suck them. Stacy leaned down to kiss Barbara on the lips.
“You’re fucking hot. I want you to eat me,” said Barbara.
“Kiss it first,” said Stacy pushing her sex to where it almost touched Barbara’s lips. “Lick the sweat off.”
Barbara’s tongue traveled up and down Stacy’s slit, moisture collecting on her tongue.
When Barbara finished, Stacy sunk to her knees. Barbara obligingly spread her legs wider and scooted down exposing her anus as well as her clit and vagina.
“I must not be your first interview of the day,” said Stacy inhaling the odor of a vagina that had been used.
“You got a nose for pussy. Little housewife from Queens wants to dance. Hubbie hurt his back, can’t work and the bills are pilling up, the usual crap. I almost hired her. Maybe I will if you don’t work out.”
“I will,” said Stacy using her fingers to part the curly hair surrounding Barbara’s sex then passing her tongue from the clit to the anus. Stacy took her time wetting Barbara’s hairy butthole before she slipped her finger inside the sphincter.
“That’s right, Serena, lick my shitter. Show me how much you want the job,” said Barbara lifting her legs to signal Stacy she wanted more butt play. Stacy inserted a second finger in Barbara’s ass and rotated it. Barbara’s guttural moan signaled her pleasure.
“You’re nasty. I like it nasty,” said Stacy.
“I don’t shave and I don’t douche,” said Barbara passing her hand over the glistening mat of black pubic hair. “Never believed in it. I prefer au natural. My mother always said a pussy should smell like a dead fish not a bottle of Summer’s Eve.”
“A whore should always listen to her mother,” said Stacy as she freed Barbara’s clitoris from its protective folds then took it in her mouth.
“That’s right, Serena. Show Barbara what a good pussy eating slut you are,” said Barbara closing her eyes.
Stacy was busily providing Barbara with oral sex when her husband blundered through the door.
“Oh, sorry, I didn’t know you were busy,” said Earl quickly taking in the fact the woman eating his wife’s pussy was a considerable step up from the skanks that normally danced at the Oasis.
“Fuck, I’m going to put a lock on that door,” said Barbara. “I’ve told you a thousand times to call on the intercom or at least knock before you charge in here. Keep going, Serena. It’s just my worthless asshole of a husband.”
Stacy ignored the arrival of Earl maintaining her oral ministrations to Barbara’s pussy.
“These invoices from Metro are totally fucked. I’m not paying them. Who’s she?” said Earl not taking his eyes off Stacy’s naked bottom.
“Well, get them corrected before you pay them. We can’t afford to piss off Metro. They provide about fifty percent of the product that sells. This is Serena Thornton. She’s interviewing for a dancer’s position,” said Barbara.
“Are you going to hire her? We’re short a girl. Raylene failed to show again,” said Earl reaching down to rub his cock.
“I know. She and her boyfriend are so fucked up on crank they’re worthless. I told Tice not to let her back in the building,” said Barbara.
“Good, she was a loser. You shouldn’t have hired her in the first place. This one’s pretty enough and I like the tits. How is she doing?” asked Earl rubbing his crotch.
“She’s want the job bad enough to eat my ass and yeah, she getting me there. Want a piece or do you plan to stand there playing with your peter,” asked Barbara?
“She won’t mind,” asked Earl?
“I’ll ask her,” said Barbara placing her hand under Stacy’s chin to lift her face. “Do you mind if my husband, Earl, fucks you while you eat me?”
“No, as long as I get the job, I don’t care who fucks me,” said Stacy.
“With that can do attitude, you’re going to have a bright future in adult entertainment,” said Barbara relaxing back onto the couch.
Stacy pushed her bottom against Earl as he slapped his penis down in the crack of her ass. She could feel him getting harder with each slap.
“You take a pill,” asked Barbara observing Earl’s hardening cock.
“Nope, don’t need one,” said Earl positioning his cock in Stacy’s slit. She rotated her pelvis to bring her opening into the proper position for rear entry.
“Bastard, how come you can get a hard on for her without a problem and you need pills to fuck me,” asked Barbara?
“I haven’t fucked her before,” said Earl feeling Stacy’s hand grasp his cock and guide it into her vagina.
“Nice and tight and warm, just the way I like it,” said Earl taking hold of Stacy’s hips to pull her onto his cock.
“Oh yeah,” grunted Stacy showing her approval when she felt Earl’s testicles slap again her vulva. She drew her belly button to her navel to contract the muscles of her pelvic floor.
“Oh shit, that feels good, this whore’s got a nutcracker,” said Earl savoring the pressure surrounding his penis.
“Asshole, maybe I should take care of you like Serena did her old man. Put a cap right between your eyes. Get your tongue in my dirty pussy, Serena,” said Barbara pulling her labia apart offering access to Stacy’s tongue.
“Hey Barb, you know I love you and you’re my one and only. But Serena here is a strange piece of ass. Guys are always able to get a hard on for a piece they’ve never had before. I’ve been fucking you for fourteen years. You’re no longer strange,” said Earl.
“When you’re ready to shoot, climb up here and blow your load in my mouth,” said Barbara.
“What,” asked Earl?
“Don’t what me. I’m your wife and I’ve got first call on your spunk,” said Barbara.
“Didn’t you get to swallow enough paste when you were hooking,” asked Earl.
“Just do what the fuck I say,” said Barbara.
Stacy focused her mind and body on pleasing both her partners and getting them to orgasm. After several minutes, Earl climbed up on the couch moving quickly as he furiously stroked his cock. Barbara leaned forward sticking out her tongue. He hand was a blur as he worked to get himself off.
Stacy took hold of Earl’s testicles and gently squeezed them as her thumb pressed against his sphincter.
“Going to blow,” said Earl aiming at Barbara’s open mouth. Just as he released, Barbara engulfed his cockhead. Her cheeks hollowed as she drained his semen employing all the suction she could measure. Taking Earl’s semen combined with Stacy’s oral ministrations brought Barbara to orgasm.
As she climaxed she pushed Earl aside then using Stacy’s hair as a handle she pulled Stacy’s face to hers. Stacy instinctively knew what Barbara intended. She covered Barbara’s mouth with her own. Barbara hesitated a moment looking Stacy directly in the eyes then she released a mouthful of saliva and semen onto Stacy’s tongue.
“Don’t swallow. Spit it into my pussy,” said Barbara letting go of Stacy’s hair then rolling back on the couch lifting her legs. Stacy placed her mouth over Barbara’s vagina and spit the slimy fluid inside her.
“That’s disgusting. You two are a couple of pigs,” said Earl tucking his cock back into his trousers.
“Go away, Earl,” said Barbara. “Serena and I aren’t done.”
“Get me a Dr. Brown’s Cream Soda from the fridge,” said Barbara as soon as Earl left the room. “And get one for yourself.”
“Have I got the job,” asked Stacy handing Barbara the cold bottle before taking a drink of mineral water?
“Yeah, but we’re just getting started. You got me all worked up. Look in that cabinet behind you,” said Barbara taking a drink. Several drops of the amber liquid fell on her round belly.
When Stacy opened the metal cabinet, she immediately saw the doubled pronged strapon dildo on the top shelf next to a stack of legal pads and an unopened box of ballpoint pens.
“I assume you mean this,” said Stacy reaching for the strapon.
“Earl’s little pecker doesn’t ring my bell anymore not that it was ever wonderful or even close to wonderful,” said Barbara. “There’s a bottle of Wet on the shelf behind it.”
“Serious piece of hardware,” said Stacy slipping her end of the vaginal dildo into her sex, bringing it in contact with her G-spot.
“Salesman for Doc Johnson gave it to me a couple of months ago. It’s not part of their standard line, too extreme,” said Barbara throwing the couch cushions on to the floor before taking a position on her knees and elbows.
“Not for your average housewife,” said Stacy tightening the straps around her thighs and waist.
“Twelve inches in the cunt and ten in the ass,” said Barbara reaching back to separate her buttocks.
“These spines are sharp,” said Stacy running her hand over the surface.
“When your pussy and ass have seen as much pecker as mine, you’ll need something extra to get off,” said Barbara.
“How do you want it, slow and easy or fast and furious,” asked Stacy using her hand to coat both dildos with lubricant.
“Give it every thing you got, Serena. Make me bleed,” said Barbara as Stacy positioned the dildos in her openings then lunged forward impaling her to the max.
“Oh shit,” moaned Barbara reacting to the sharp pains emanating from deep inside her abdomen.
“When do I start,” asked Stacy a half hour later as she was pulling the tank top back over her head. The strapon on dildo rested on a hand towel. It was streaked with Barbara’s blood.
“How about right now,” said Barbara wiping off her pussy with a tissue? “We’re missing a dancer.”
“All right, but I don’t have a costume,” said Stacy.
“Dance naked, most of them do anyway. Go through the door down the hall and ask for Zena. She’ll show you what to do.”
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“Skeletor is in Booth 5 and he wants to speak to the pretty red head,” said Zena handing the cordless phone to Stacy.
“Hello Skeletor,” said Stacy.
“Shit honey, we don’t call him that to his face. His name is Rubin,” said Zena laughing.
“Sorry, I meant Rubin. What can I do for you, Rubin?” said Stacy taking a position directly in front of Booth 5. She couldn’t see the person behind the Plexiglas. Only a vague shadow was visible. The customer controlled the translucence of the booth’s Plexiglas window. Once he fed bills into the machine, he could see the dancers but the dancers could not see him unless he pushed a lighted button marked Private. That caused the Plexiglas to change from translucent to clear.
“That so the boys with little weenies won’t feel embarrassed,” said Zena explaining how it worked.
“You’re new. What did you call me?” said the deep voice on the phone.
“I called you Rubin. The girls told me what a stud you are,” said Stacy.
“Skeletor was the evil ruler in Masters of the Universe,” said Rubin sounding hurt.
“No, you got it wrong. I was talking to one of the dancers about problems my mother is having with bone loss. It’s called osteoporosis. Women get it in their old age. I was explaining how her skeleton was losing calcium when Zena handed me the phone,” said Stacy.
“You’re lying. People can be so cruel,” said Rubin maintaining his hurt sound.
“Look, I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you. I’ll do anything you want,” said Stacy stepping very close to Booth 5 then turning back to the glass and bending over. She reached back with one hand to pull her butt cheeks apart exposing her anus.
“How,” asked Rubin?
“I don’t know. Suggest something,” said Stacy. “Whatever you want?”
“You’re very beautiful but sometimes beauty is only skin deep.”
“Thank you and you’re right. I was insensitive and rude. Now, can I show how sorry I am by getting you off in whatever way you chose?”
“I don’t know,” said Rubin.
“How about you only pay for a blowjob but you fuck me and forget the tip. I’ll be extra nice to you,” said Stacy.
“You’d do that,” asked Rubin?
“Yes, I’ll take extra special care of you,” said Stacy.
“All right, the door is open.”
“Hope you got a strong stomach, Serena,” whispered Zena as Stacy reached for the door handle to Booth 5.
Zena’s warning didn’t quite prepare her for the sight of Rubin’s naked body. Stacy had already serviced several customers who were naked when she entered the booth.
“I was injured during the war. My Bradley hit a mine,” said Rubin immediately when he saw the shocked look on Stacy’s face. “I’ll understand if you want to leave.”
“Hideous scars and missing body parts,” parts was how Stacy summed up Rubin’s appearance to Portia that evening. “No hair, no eyebrows, one eye, no ears, a lipless round hole for a mouth, scar tissue everywhere, prosthesis for one arm and both legs, the fact that he could move at all was surprising. The good news is that his cock and balls were burned but still operational.”
“It’s okay,” said Stacy. “My name’s Serena. I’m new here. I apologize for what I said,” said Stacy stepping closer to the ruined body of what must have been at one time a handsome young man.
“I’ll understand if you don’t want to do anything with me. The neighbor’s kids call me Skeletor. So I must look like him,” said Rubin.
“Hey, it’s what inside a person that counts,” said Stacy kissing his ruined face as she pressed her naked body against him.
“Skeletor, at first I didn’t know who they were talking about so I looked it up on the Internet. I guess I do look like him. Some of the girls take one look at me and go right back out as fast as they came in.”
“Rubin, I’m not one of those girls,” said Stacy reaching down to take hold of his cock. “As long as this works, we’re good.”
“Here’s seventy,” said Rubin handing her the bills.
“I said I’d only charge you for a BJ and you can forget the tip,” said Stacy handing back a twenty.
“You’ll owe them money. They take sixty percent and they watch everything so they know,” said Rubin pointing toward the ceiling. Stacy was surprised he knew about the cut and the overhead camera. “So if we fuck, you’ll owe them sixty dollars and you’re only making fifty. You’ll be out ten so keep it.” Rubin handed back the twenty.
“All right,” said Stacy putting the money in the clear plastic purse the Oasis required her to carry. “You want anything special.”
“I’ll let you decide,” said Rubin.
“Okay, let’s start with the old reliable,” said Stacy placing her arms around Rubin’s shoulders pulling his head to hers as she put her mouth on the small hole that served as his mouth. Tongues intertwined she reached down to take Rubin’s cock in her hand and began stroking it. Stacy felt metal pinchers of his prosthetic hand take hold of one nipple while fingers of his good hand grasped the other.
“God, that is so hot,’ said Stacy looking down at the stainless steel digits flattening her nipple.
“There are fetishists who get off on sex with people missing limbs,” explained Portia when Stacy told her about Rubin. “There was a girl, Trina, in my high school who lost a leg in a motorcycle accident. All the guys were dying to fuck the one legged girl. Years ago, there was a porn star missing a foot. Her screen name was Long Jean Silver. She used to fuck other girls with the stump. There’s another class of fetishists who are turned on by scars especially burns which are the worst, scar tissue wise”
“So in Rubin, I was covering two fetish bases at once. His scars were awful and he was missing quite a few of his body parts. All I can say is that I had no trouble getting off. When I straddled him and felt all that metal, I came like a rocket. Kissing him was a turn on too. It didn’t feel like a mouth just a hole and his tongue must have been burned because one side was hard scar tissue.”
“How was it,” asked Zena when Stacy returned to the dance floor.
“Great, he was the best I’ve had so far today,” said Stacy.
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