An afternoon with Julie by Karen Blayne

Oh bye the way, red tape first.

Copyrighted Karen Blayne 2003. All copies must be of the complete document.

Be warned these short stories contain mature content or naughty bits and as such may corrupt you if you’re under 12, 16, 18, 21 or 25 depending where you live thus they are not suitable for you so put them back on the shelf and let them age for a year or two.

They were sort of scribbled for fun. They were first posted on asstr.org. If you’ve paid money for this book just be aware the author has not received any payment. ASSTR may do anything with it.

Luv Karen

We were sat in the common room one Tuesday lunchtime. Julie and I were sipping Earl Grey tea from china teacups, sounds posher than it was really. My dad had made me a carrying case for two china cups and saucers and so it was my one bit of civilization, a small stainless steel teapot and strainer tucked in my backpack. Nelly the cashier charged me 25 cents to fill my teapot with hot water I just added in tea leaves from a small caddy and milk from a flask.

We were moaning about how all the interesting men weren't interested and how all the boring ones were. You know general girl talk, catching up with who was going out with whom, why, how long we thought they'd last and if the skirt that Sandra had worn to the dance last week had been a bit too short to be respectable or if we should shorten one of ours, whether we should go shopping that afternoon since we didn't have any lectures or not. Julie suggested we should but I said I was feeling broke. “Fear not young Cynthia your fairy godmother is here. You shall go to the Mall clutching $100 to spend.” Knowing Julie as I do I should have got up and walked out then and there but I didn't. She borrowed my phone card and walked over to the payphone. Moments later she was back. “We're in luck girl, it's the middle of the month so the Blue Lagoon has no dancers.” “Blue Lagoon?” “That's where we going to spend the afternoon and earn your $100. At the end of the month the girls all need to earn enough to pay their rent, plus all the monthly pay guys have money but the middle of the month they're quiet so let's go girl.” Whatever I mean you have to experience life don't you?

We walked through the door, below the blue neon lamp and approached the DJ “Hi Ralph, we're here.” “Thank God can you do the next number?” “I'm not changed.” He looked at me, “We'll give them a treat, go and dance in your street clothes.” I shrugged and he pointed, “$7.50 a dance now go girl.” I went. He put on some really danceable music so I closed my eyes and lost myself in the music. The track came to an end and I was surprised to hear people clapping. I opened my eyes and saw a ring of beer glasses and men surrounding the stage. One smiled at me and the music started again. I danced just for him, giving him lots of long languishing looks, edging my short denim skirt up an inch or two up my thighs, anymore than that and I'd be indecent, then whirling away to the other side of the stage only to cast him another look. It was fun, then the music ended once again and the DJ's voice came over, “Thank you Cyn. Now after a short break we have Julie ready to set your hearts a flutter.” More applause. I stepped down from the stage and scurried back to the DJ’s booth.

“Well done. There were signs of life in the audience there I'd forgotten the last time I never thought I'd see some real applause on a Tuesday. Julie's just been explaining you haven't danced before, we pay $7.50 a dance on stage before 9 p.m. then $10 after midnight it's $15. Table dancing in the Champagne room is $10 a dance and no contact. This side of the river it's illegal, the other side of the river it's legal so you get groped for $20 a dance. If the customer looks like he might be a problem the monitor here is wired into booth 2 so if you wave we can come to your rescue very quickly. Mind you you probably won't get paid for that dance.” He pointed at a small monitor that showed the street outside, the parking lot, the entranceway and one of the booths. “So what do I do now?” “Sit around and see if someone asks you for a table dance?” “Sounds boring.” “Well if you've ever waited tables you could do some tables for me I'm shorthanded today since Mandy is late once again. Here Ralph here's your coffee.” I turned to see the barmaid behind me handing Ralph his coffee. “Well I've done it before.” “Good if you have your alcohol server certificate we can pay you $5 a hour plus tips and you can still fit in a few dances on stage. I'm Stephanie by the way.”

We walked back to the bar. “Actually if you want to bring the tips in Philomena left her waitress outfit in the locker room she's about your size want to try it on?” “Won't she mind?” “I doubt it, she hasn't been in for over six months.” We went into the locker room and Stephanie drew out a black waitress dress trimmed with white lace from one of the lockers. It looked a bit low but otherwise rather attractive. I liked the full skirt even if it was a bit short. “Get undressed then and we'll try it on for size.” It seemed to fit almost perfectly to my eye. “No not quite right, take it off.” I obediently took it off. “Now take off your bra as well and try this one.” This one was one of those lace up the back corset engineering marvels that takes your waist in at least two inches and give cleavage to A cup breasts. Mine are sort of B or B+. I hung onto the door handle whilst Stephanie pulled the cords tighter. “What gives with the straps handing down?” “Those are for the stockings.” “OhmyGod.” “Panties off, stockings on, then panties back on.” With Stephanie's help I rolled the stockings on then we had to get the seams straight. My God the things my grandmother must have gone through, tight jeans are much more practical. “Here try these panties they go with the outfit.” She held out a pack of three panties still in their wrappings. I held one pair up to the light. They were a black soft stretchy lace unlined thong with a center seam that seemed designed to provoke rather than hide anything. “Are you sure?” “Well your brown cotton panties might be comfortable and practical but for tips it has to be glamorous.” “OK.” I glanced in the mirror; the center seam seemed designed to hold my lips apart and press down on my nub. Who was I to argue but the tips had better be very good I thought. “Now the petticoats.” “Shoes and I'll just do the zip up at the back.” Shoes, well I know I have some boots with heels but at least they were wide heels. Stephanie held out two pairs of stiletto high heels, the first was a bit tight but the second pair seemed to fit. I just wobbled a bit on them.

“Finally look at yourself in the mirror.” I hardly recognized myself. When I'd first tried the dress on it had seemed a bit low cut and fairly short but still decent. Now with the corset only the lace frill trimming covered my nipples, I looked down. The skirt was the same length as before but now the petticoats flared underneath and there seemed to be three or four inches of flesh between my stocking tops and the skirt. “Looks good, now the finishing touch a dab of Philomena's perfume.” I looked, Channel well why not, I've never tried it other than in passing the cosmetics counter, a dab behind each ear, a dab on the side of my neck, at bit down my cleavage. “Bend forward” I did, Stephanie touched me lightly on my butt with the final dab. “Perfect.” Well I try to keep it in shape but I did feel I was showing everything just by learning forward. Perhaps if I just walked with my back very straight it wouldn't be too bad I told myself. “Actually on second thoughts pull your cotton panties on over the top.” I did as I was told. We walked down the stairs to the bar. I felt every eye was on me as I wobbled down that staircase, or rather on my skirt or lack of it. Soon I was wiping tables and serving drinks. The tips seemed very good, at least $5 a drink, especially if I leant forward and wiped their table first. I came back to the bar after taking an order off a smartly dressed elderly gentleman whose hat rested on the table beside him. “Stephanie what's a Collin's special?” “The old guy in the corner?” “Yeah that's the one.” She took out a bottle of non-alcoholic wine from the fridge, poured a glass and put in a cherry and a stick with a small parasol on it. “Doctor Collin's prescription for him, he's not been allowed alcohol since he was eighty-three. Oh by the way I suggest you stand behind him, take your cotton panties off and drop them in his lap.” “OK you're the boss.” I delivered the drink and did as I had been bid. A big smile and a $20 tip were forth coming.

I waltzed back to the bar. Then I saw him come in. Young, he wouldn't have made drinking age in many states, and brash. The type I usually stay away from. Julie sidled up to me. “There are three things to watch out for, the first is wandering hands, the second the annual visit from an out of town undercover cop who comes in and hopes you'll brush against them when table dancing, and finally the worst is Junior. I can't stand hearing any more about the red sports car his dad brought him. Go and smile at him, he's good for a couple of dances, just give him a grope at the end of the second dance and ask him about his Mustang's close ratio carburetor and he's in heaven.”

“Good afternoon Sir what would you like to drink?” He leered at my cleavage as I wiped his table down. “A pint of warm milk.” “Certainly sir an excellent choice if I may say so.” I turned and started to walk back to the bar. “No I've changed my mind I want a beer.” His voice sounded sulky. When I came back with his beer he leered at my chest once more. It was an interesting sensation I'd never had enough cleavage to warrant being leered at before. “You're new, here do you dance?” “Whatever the customer wants. Shall we step into the Champagne room?” He sat in a comfortable chair and I perched on a small table or large stool at his feet. He seemed pleased he was higher than I was. I asked his name and we chatted for a few moments then a new song started so I got up and started to dance. I brush his legs with mine a couple of times just accidentally you understand and looked to see he was getting excited. He put his hand out to grope my boob when I slipped in “Have you seen this year's model Mustang?” His hand stopped “Seen one I've got one.” “No really?” “This year's model, Red Metallic paint with a custom interior.” One look of admiration and he was off in seventh heaven telling me about his modified street cams. I could feign interest once but the thought came I couldn't do it twice and I began to understand Julie's comment. I gave his crotch a quick grope as the second song came to an end. “Wow that was amazing. Would you like to hear about the sound system I had installed?” “I'd love to but I have to catch up on clearing the glasses away.”

I cleared a few more glasses, wiped some more tables, got called back to rewipe a table and given a $5 tip for wiping the table again. First time I'd ever been given a tip for just wiping a table. I leant forward to take someone's order and felt my butt touch another person's shoulders so I gave it a wiggle and gave him a back massage with my butt. The skirt kept brushing against people at just the wrong height, well it was so short and the petticoats pushed it out so it kept brushing crotches and butts. It was odd there seemed to be a constant stream of people walking by where ever I was. Stephanie came up to me, pinned a scrap of lace to my hair and took my tray thrusting a feather duster in my hand. “You’re on stage again.” I was? I was. I soon found that dancing in the corset meant I had to dance much more slowly. It was just too restricting. I improvised. I decided to use the feather duster and just give everything a little dust, a bald head here, someone's trousers there. Then I thought perhaps I'd dust my uniform. Afterwards Julie told me she thought I'd been very creative with the feather duster holding up my skirt to dust below. To be honest I'd almost forgotten I was on stage I was just enjoying the sensations. All too soon my three numbers were up. As I came off stage the next dancer looked at me. “And just how am I suppose to follow that?” I turned away. Then I saw him tall dark and handsome as he strolled through the door. I knew as soon as I saw him this one was mine and mine alone. I adjusted my dress so one nipple was peeping out over the top.

I waltzed up to him and gave him a welcoming hug. “Hi there stranger, come in let me guide you to a comfortable table. I'll just wipe it down for you. If you like microbreweries we have one of the best on tap.” I managed to accidentally touch him as he sat down. I returned to the bar and asked Stephanie for a receipt for a glass of microbrew and a table dance since the guy needed it for his expenses, she raised her eyebrows but obliged. “How's that sir?” I asked as I ran my hands across the back of his neck. “Would you like a private dance in the Champagne Room?” I offered invitingly. I took his hand and led him to the Champagne Room. Julie was entertaining in the first, so we took the next booth.

He sat down in the armchair and we chatted a little. Then the music started, I took off my panties. “I hope you don't mind but it's so hot today.” I looked at him and sat back down on the edge of the table. I still don't know how I managed to bring myself to do it but I masturbated in front of him. “Do you mind if imagine it's your finger slipping inside me?” I asked. God I teased that poor guy mercilessly, you could see him sweating. You could see he was almost on the pointing of reaching out and grabbing me but somehow I knew he daren't. Then the music stopped and I put my panties on again. I bent forward and caressed his cheek then kissed him on the forehead. He passed me the ten dollars and I passed him the receipt. “You know who I am don't you?” “I don't recall you name but I'll never forget those words you said to me ten years ago.” He looked at me questioningly “Look right, Look left, Look right again. It was at my old high school back home.” He laughed, “I always knew my past would catch up with me.” He walked out in high humour.

“So what gives with the receipt?” Stephanie asked. “It was just someone I recognized from back home when he came round my school to give the road safety talks, makes his claiming expenses easier.” “Our annual visit from the out of town undercover cop. Well done.” She turned and looked at a guy who had been playing the video game at the end of the bar. “Cyn here just handle the annual visit from the undercover cop.” Ralph broke in with; “She set him up in booth 2 want the video?” “OK guys I get the message.” He held out five $twenty bills. “Your bonus for not touching him.” “Thank you, that's very generous.” I said taking the notes “No it's not.” whispered Stephanie, “one of the other bars got closed down when a dancer danced too close to the undercover cop. $100 is peanuts.”

“You know I'm really impressed you have the nerve to wear Philomena's stage waitress outfit round the club, Philomena never did.” commented Ralph. “Oh she didn't did she?” I replied and turned to Stephanie who promptly started rearranging bottles on the shelf behind the bar. “Stephanie you didn't mention it was a stage outfit, you let me serve tables in it.” “But you must admit the tips were good, and where's your sense of adventure?” came the reply. “Julie come and help me out of this thing.” “Oh why a couple of shrugs and your boobs will fall out without any help.” “Julie!” She came.

When we got upstairs I realized that I'd sold my panties for a $20 tip. Well I could at least wear my denim skirt and tee shirt and look respectable so long as no one was looking up my skirt. Julie talked me into leaving my bra off at least. I really shouldn't pay any attention to her, I know I shouldn't but I left my bra off anyway. Oh and to leave those heels behind was bliss. We returned downstairs and I took a stool at the bar and brought out my Thermodynamics book and started in on chapter 7. One young man looked like he was going to approach me but took one look at my reading material and disappeared into the distance. Obviously he'd read the book and knew just how dry it was. Mandy had finally arrived and was going round taking orders. She came back to the bar after each order and Stephanie would fill the order. I asked Stephanie why she didn't take more than one at a time. She shrugged “Mandy used to be blonde until she died her hair. She gets the money wrong if she does them more than one at a time.” I went back to my book.

“Cyn could you take this mug of coffee over to the guy who just came in.” I looked up and saw him, he looked kinda dishy. Dark curly hair, he looked fairly tall, just my weakness. “Coffee here?” “Coffee and smile at him, he tips reasonably well and often has 30 minutes with one of the girls.” I placed the patterned mug on my tray and took it across and placing it on the table then did a small curtsey. “Your coffee Sir.” He picked it up whilst I gave the table a wipe. As I bent forward to wipe his table down I felt his admiring glance it made me quite weak at the knees. “Is it just as you like it.” I enquired. He looked at my chest. “It looks perfect to me.” I loved the deep resonance of his voice. I handed him his token to get his free lunch from the buffet and he handed me a $10 note signing that he didn't want any change. OK I could live with that. I smiled at him and he smiled back. I took myself back to the bar and got restarted on chapter 7. I was getting really engrossed in the mean heat of reaction over a given temperature range of a particular reaction when I felt someone standing to the side. “I wonder why they always measure the temperature in degrees Kelvin?” “Just to keep the maths a bit simpler, it's bad enough as it is.” My heart was just full of entropy at that moment. I looked up; he had brown eyes that were far too expressive. “May I have a dance?” “Certainly.” I led the way to the Champagne room. “Is thirty minutes permitted?” “But of course.” I led him to the furthest corner of the Champagne room, the partition that was just a bit more private than the others. Could I manage dancing thirty minutes for him? I wondered. Dancing a couple of numbers didn't bother me too much dancing for a longer period might.

He sat in the chair and I sat on the table. He held his hands out and took mine in his. His fingers stroked the back of mine. His eyes seemed to mesmerize me. We talked general small talk, about where he was from, where I was from, it helped to get a feel for him and put us both at ease. A new song started and I got up to dance. I went to unzip my skirt but he asked me to keep it one for a couple of numbers, and to keep my panties on as well. Whatever I certainly felt more comfortable with my clothes on, besides you can tease if you're wearing a skirt by edging it up and revealing a bit of leg at a time much easier than standing there stark naked. I danced a little closer, brushing his legs with mine, well it seemed only fair he was having an effect on me so why not see if I could have an effect on him. I looked down there was a bulge at his crotch that I thought hadn't been there before, I mentally gave myself a point, then I noticed my nipples standing up through my tee-shirt, drat two points to him. I knew I should have kept my bra on. I leant forward and let my long hair brush across his face; he seemed to like that. One point back to me, I felt a bit more in control. I leaned in closer and let him nuzzle my neck; he seemed to like Philomena's perfume at least. I liked the gentle kiss he placed on the side of my neck. I ran my fingers through his hair. Time to retreat, I danced away and just danced for him for the next number finally slipping my skirt off at the end. Someone's slow number came on so I danced slow for him and very close.

I was lapping up all the attention he was giving me, this was heady stuff. I felt his hand on my hip it felt OK. I just danced very very close that number, playing noses with him. The next number I danced a little further away to start then closer. I felt his hand move up from my waist I lifted my arm to give him unspoken permission to move a little higher. His fingers slid up my breasts either side of my nipple then closed on it. A minute or two later his hand was cupping my boob through my tee shirt it felt so nice I didn't want to dance further away. His nose was nuzzling my neck, his legs were brushing mine, I could feel myself melting inside. “And at the end of this number we have Cyn on stage once again.” We do? Oh my. “Can we put this on hold whilst I do my number on stage?” “But of course I'll come and cheer you on.” I quickly pulled my skirt back on and walked towards the stage. I must have looked shaken when I stepped out of the Champagne room because Julie took one look at me and laughed. I stepped up on stage and started to dance. This time was quite different. I could feel him looking at me, I could feel the rest of the audience staring they seemed to sense how aroused I was. I had a mental picture of a pack of wolves waiting to leap on me just beyond the spotlights. I felt protected by the stage and lights. I reached up under my skirt and wiggled out of my thong. He said he liked the sight of my thong so why not. I swirled and tossed them in his lap. A cry went up from the other side of the stage what could I throw at them? I stooped down and picked up their jug of beer. There was a scurry as the two guys who had cried out dashed away from the stage. I put their beer jug down. No sense of fun some guys.

I caught a movement out of the corner of my eye. Someone was getting up and putting their coat on getting ready to leave. I couldn't have that now could I? Someone walking out on me, I turned and wiggled my butt some more, throwing him inviting glances over my shoulder. Then I ran my fingers down through my pubic hair then I fingered myself just for him. He sat down again. I should think so too. I was getting into this flaunting my body, and I flaunted it with a vengeance. Finally on my last number I raised my tee shirt over my head and flashed my boobs. I kept my back to him, somehow I was shy about showing them to him. At the end of the number I held my tee shirt to my chest and scurried off the stage back into the champagne room. I dived into the nearest booth and got dressed. A hand passed me my thong. I followed him back into the last booth.

I knew it was supposed to be no contact but just at that moment my body ached and there were only two numbers left. I sat down in his lap and he placed his hand on my hip with his fingers making small circles on my thong. I ran my hand along his thigh to encourage him. Finally he was making small circles over my clit. God some men are so slow sometimes. I rested my hand on his forearm, his fingers roamed until they were caressing the soft fleshy skin over my slit. The tiny stretchy lace thong was unlined so I could feel every tiny movement his fingers made especially with the center seam. One number went by, my clit needed more so I guided his hand back over it. I felt so comfortable that when the music stopped I had to force myself to get up and turn to face him. I'm quite certain if he had even held me back for a moment I would have stayed. A very sobering thought. He handed me the seventy dollars, I've quite forgotten about it for the moment to be honest, and thanked me. I dressed and staggered out.

“Who didn't stay 100% in control then?” Asked Julie as she looked at me. “It's the punters who are supposed to get hot and flustered.” “I must have forgotten.” I snapped back. “Now then peace in front of the customers.” piped in Stephanie. Customers, there was me horny as hell, and not even trusting myself with a customer what was I to do? I glanced up and saw him; he was looking at Julie and walking towards her. Shorter than the minimum cop height good and he looked like I could control him. “And now next on stage we have Julie.” Oh you poor guy, wanting Julie to dance for you and she isn't available. I took pity on him. “Hi handsome what's your name?” “Huh Todd.” I took his hand and led him into the Champagne room. “Well Huh Todd would you like me to dance for you?” “Why yes I'd like that.” I already had him settled in the chair. I perched between his legs with my butt up against his crotch. “Now if you'd just put your arms round me then I won't fall off.” “But I thought I wasn't suppose to touch you?” “I won't tell if you won't besides I'm wearing my tee-shirt so as long as you keep your hands on that you'll be safe since you won't actually be touching me now will you?” His hands came round me and I merely had to just move them up to cup my breasts. I slipped my thong off and my finger in. God I needed this. “Just gently stroke my nipples with your thumbs, and my ears are very sensitive so give them a nibble.” I moved my other hand to work my nub. He kissed the side of my neck as he moved his lips to my ears. I was in heaven; I could feel it approaching. Then just as I was about to come the music ended. God why does this always happen to me. I felt his hands slip down away from my breasts, no, I had to think of something fast. “Did I mention it's our two for the price of one special at the moment?” “It is?” “It is, now please put those hands back.” I begged “OK.” Thank god, I eventually came a few moments later.

“Are you alright?” “God yes.” “You haven't had a fit or something?” Was this guy for real? “I just had an orgasm.” “Oh but you're alright?” “Yes they're rather nice.” “Oh you mean you liked me brushing my thumbs over your breasts?” “Why yes it induces pleasure.” “But I couldn't do that to Melissa she's not like that.” Oh dear sex ed 101 coming up. “Strangely enough she'd probably enjoy the attention.” “How would I know?” “Stand up.” He stood up and I kissed him on the lips, letting my tongue slip through his lips. I squirmed my body up against him. “You put your tongue in my mouth.” He seemed shocked. “Did you like it?” “Well yes.” “Next time you kiss Melissa try slipping your tongue between her lips very gently. Now turn round.” I gave his back a rub then worked on the sensitive bits round the neck. “Like that?” “Yes.” “Well she will to. Now turn and face me.” I turned with my back towards him. “Now breasts you know about what about lower down?” I guided his hands and showed him where I was most sensitive and warned him to take his time. “I need about thirty minutes to get warmed up so give Melissa about the same before you start to stroke her breasts or lower down. Later this bit here” I ran his finger over my nub “is very sensitive so use your tongue very gently.” His look of shock came back. “Now hand me my ten dollars and off you go. Oh finally don't forget to take her a bunch of flowers when you go to see her next.” “But if the guys see me carrying a bunch of flowers they'll tease the life out of me.” I just looked at him and poked him hard in the ribs “And if I find out you didn't you know what I'm going to do?” “I'll buy some flowers.” Teaching is so simple it's just the way you get their attention, well that's what Ron always says and he's taking the course.

After I put my panties on I strolled over to the bar. “Could you find me an orange juice?” I asked Stephanie. “What did you do to that guy?” Stephanie asked me. “Nothing.” “Nothing the look of shock on his face made me think he'd told you about his new car and you'd told him how to shift it out of first gear.” “Well something like that.” “So how do like our little bar?” she continued. “Well it's been interesting, I've learnt a bit more about myself.” “Oh what's that?” “I don't have quite as much control as I thought I did, I certainly don't trust myself as much anymore.” Stephanie laughed.

“Oh God girl you look hot. Come here.” Julie greeted me with a French kiss. We got a cheer from some of the crowd, but I was quite surprised at my reaction to feeling her tongue in my mouth and at least she knew which bits to stroke with her hand. “So girl how are you doing?” I opened my bag to see it was stuffed full of notes. Julie counted up whilst I mentally added up. $100 for spot the cop, $70 for the grope guy, $20 for Junior, $10 for Todd, $85 in tips, 4 hours at a three dances per spot per hour at $7.50 a dance, 4 hours waitressing at $5. Over three hundred bucks? “Three hundred and you still have some left to buy me wine and dinner on Saturday night.” “Saturday night?” Julie turned to Stephanie. “Well it's like this the house rule is anything left for more than six months gets thrown away. Philomena hasn't been in in six months so her outfit is yours.” “Saturday night you're cooking me dinner and serving it in your waitress outfit girl.” I was, Oh well whatever.

Actually she's due round in a couple of minutes so I'd better finish up. Oh and I saw Todd this morning whilst out doing the shopping for Julie's dinner, he didn't see me he was too wrapped up in the young lady by his side, a very satisfied looking young lady who looked like a cat who had just found a very large pot of cream if you know what I mean. I just thought you owe me one girl.