Busty Babes 2/Busty Babes - Vol 2.iso/wet_txt/linda05.txt

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            LINDA RETURNS TO THE PRESENT......."ALMOST"!


                        Part 1  -  Chapter 5


As Linda withdrew her hands from her shaking body, seated before the mirror on
the small dancers' dressing table, she tried to clear her mind of the thoughts
of the tortured past and deal with her present "situation"........as well as the
future.

But her mind wandered for just an instant to savor that fateful introduction to
a new sexual life and existence.....as it tried to recreate the warm sexual
sensations and mind controling legacy of expected and hoped for pain that always
accompanied it.....with the correct partner..............A MASTER!

Linda took her spread legs off the table top and set them on the floor. She
glanced down at her wet hand and her stained bikini briefs and reached into her
dressing bag to get another of her many revealing and hand made dancers'
outfits.

She carefully retrieved them, placed them on the table and then stood up and
stripped the stained pants down her legs to the floor. As she stood up to unhook
her bikini top she caught a glance of her golden, shining four nether rings in
the mirror and as the top was removed from her breasts she stared at the two
shining upper rings reflected in the mirror in front of her. Linda shook her
head a little, shuddered, and threw the pale blue outfit into the yawning,
spread mouth of her open travel bag.

Hurriedly, she slipped into her extra black outfit, retrieved a brush from her
bag and straightened her hair and then pitched the brush back into the bag and
zipped it shut.

As she unlocked the dressing room door and came through it, she saw B.J. dancing
on the stage. B.J. looked at Linda and raised two fingers, telling her that this
was her second song. Linda hurried to the juke box, arriving there as B.J.'s
second song ended and the third began. Linda pitched the quarters into the
machine and, from memory, selected three song numbers on the lighted numbered
and lettered buttons.......then walked back to the cash register on the end of
the bar by the dressing room door.

Her deeply tanned, black haired, tall, moustached Italian-American boss, John,
was ringing up a round of drinks as she approached the register.

John looked up as Linda said: "Have you given any more thought about giving me a
loan or an advance, John?"

"Sure, Linda", John said, looking her straight in the eyes, "We can WORK it
out." "How much do you need?"

Linda didn't like the tone of his voice, but replied in a whispered, low
throaty, deep voice "Eight Hundred and Fifty Bucks.........I know it's a lot,
but the damn bank repoed my Firebird last night..........the bastards hot wired
it and drove it away in the middle of the night......I had to take a cab to work
this afternoon."

"That's a helluva a lot of money, Linda!", John said after whistling lowly and,
again, smiling at her. "But, OK......I'll do it and you can work it off." "When
you get through, we'll discuss it.........AND THE TERMS AND
CONDITIONS..............YOU'RE UP!" "Hustle it, girl!!!!"

"THANKS, BOSS!" Linda exclaimed as she came around the end of the bar and
mounted the stairs to the raised dancing stage in the middle of the U-Shaped
Bar.

"Don't thank me, babe.........you got to pay it back.......one way or the
other!" she heard him say as she hit the raised platform with her bare feet,
some eight steps above the sunken bar's floor.

The music started and Linda swung into action, glancing into the mirror toward
the other end of the bar.

"SHIT!", she thought....."He's gone!". The chair where the bearded blue eyed
stranger had been seated was now empty. She glanced quickly and searchingly
around the room, but he was no where in sight. She looked back at the empty
place at the bar and saw that there were no drinks, cigarettes or bar napkins
sitting there and knew he had left while she was "recovering" in the back
dressing room.

She finished her three songs and wandered through the semi-fillhe lr, from
table to table, talking to some of the customers she knew. The rest of the shift
went pretty fast as she sat with one customer after another sipping their
"gifts" to her, slowly, so she wouldn't get plastered to the gills before
dinner. She danced three more sets before seven o'clock rollhd around and the
music and dancers ceased. Within ten minutes, the place emptied out with only
about a handful of "regulars" still at the bar.

Linda was sitting next to one of them when John leaned over on both of elbows,
hands bracing his tanned face, and said "You got a way home, Linda?"

"Nope", came the answer.

"Hhhmmmmmmm," came the pondering reply.

"Wanta work the night shift?"......"I'm short two girls tonight".

Hell, "why not", Linda thought. "Johnny's home taking care of Tammara by now and
I need the bucks......besides, it's Friday Night and the tips will be
great....as usual".

"SURE!........why not?......I don't have anything better to do", Linda told him.
"You given my 'request' any more thought".

"Yah.........let's go get a pizza and talk about it, Ok?" he said.

As he lifted his elbows up off the bar and walked away, she watched his
retreating back and thought to herself about the tales)cie'd heard about this
big, tanned, black haired, moustached, "Italiano" lower middle aged operator. He
was allhged to be one of the few sworn, blood "brothers" of the local
"mafiosa".... a fact she could neither confirm nor deny from her personal
knowledge of him, which was negligible. One thing.......he ran a tight ship here
in the lounge......never letting anything get out of hand, EVER and always
checking the register. He also spent a great deal of his time talking with his
customers and making them feel like they belong in the place.........which is
probably why this little out of the way shopping center lounge was so damn
popular.  The place did a hell of a business...........better that almost any
place she'd ever worked in before.

Linda excused herself, thanked her bar companion for the drink, and as usual,
left three quarters of it sitting there in the glass as she walked around the
end of the U-Shaped bar and into the dressing room to change.

A little while later, she came back out carrying her travel bag, dressed in
black slacks and a loose pale blue silk looking blouse and wearing a pair of
brown sandals. As she came through the dressing room door she saw John standing
behind cash register talking to Jo Ellhn, the bartender.

"I'm ready, boss!" Linda exclaimed.

"In a minute, Linda..........I gotta check Jo Ellen in first...OK?"

Linda walked over and around the outside of the bar and headed for the door.
Once outside, she took a deep breath of the fresh spring air and looked out at
the blinding sun sitting quite a ways above the western horizon. The light
blinded her momentarily after her almost four hours in the dimly lit lounge, but
the air felt GREAT as it replaced the stale smokey gunk that passed for air
inside that place. She walked over and sat on the back bumper of John's new
Caddy, setting her bag down on the dull asphalt parking lot as she did.

"What she'd really like to do", she thought, "was take a ride out to Crooked
Creek Lake and Dam, south of town, and sit on a dock with her long, slender
tanned legs and  pale white feet in the still cold spring time water." "But,
that'll have to wait for a while until she got her Firebird back from the godamn
bank."

She'd still have it if Johnny hadn't have been laid off all Winter, and she
hadn't been so damn stubborn about going back to work dancing.  The unemployment
money just hadn't been enough to cover everything, and despite her desire to
stay home and take care of her eight year old daughter, Tammara, she had
volunteered to go back to work at the only job she knew well....  DANCING! At
first, Johnny wasn't at all happy about the idea of her back in the "circuit",
but he got over it swiftly as she brought one neat looking dancer home after
another to "party" and perform on their go-go stage at home.  Johnny had built
it for her when she quit the dancing game a couple of years after Tammara was
born and she'd had her partial hysterectomy....partial because they had left her
ovaries in along with her cervix. Any- way, Johnny was beginning to enjoy her
return to dancing.....maybe too much, she thought. After six weeks, he was
having a ball entertaining her dancer friends in their twin, double home in a
run down but not hopeless section of the south end of town.  She was pretty sure
that he was "making it" with some of them, which did not in the least upset her.
The two of them had their sort of unusual "code of married ethics" they operated
by that allowed either one to "play around" with whomever they wished, so long
as it didn't interfere a whole lot with their lives and their daughter.

As Linda thought about Johnny and their daughter, John walked up in front of
her.

"You ready?"

"Uh Huh,.........Just give me a minute to call home and tell em I have to work
tonight", Linda replied. She walked over to the pay phone on the wall outside
the lounge door, made her call and then came back and got in the Caddy next to
John.

John took her to "Othello's", a VERY NICE italian restaurant about two or three
miles away and they had a quiet dinner in one of the private dinning rooms, in
subdued lighting, all by themselves.  "Some Pizza", she had thought when it was
over and they were sipping after dinner cocktails.

John leaned back in his chair and looked across the table at her.  "We have to
be getting back, Linda......it's eight forty-five!"

She started to get up and he said....."Sit down a minute and let's talk about
your 'problem', Linda." "I'm willing to bail your car out of hock for
you..........providing........that you work double shifts...........and,
providing that you are willing to work 'private parties'.......after
hours.....for me?" "You willing to do that, Linda?"

The prospect of having her Firebird back, substantially paid off, made her
happy, but this was going to be a lot of work.....and it would keep her away
from home from 3:00 or 3:30 in the afternoon until 2:45 or 3:00AM in the morning
six days a week. That's didn't count the time involved in the 'Private Party'
thing, either. She wasn't going to get a hell of a lot of nighttime sleep if she
took this deal, she could see that.

She looked at John and said "I think I can do that.....I'll have to work it out
with Johnny and Tammara but I think it'll work."

"Before you give me a definite 'YES', Linda, I want you to know that my 'Private
Parties" are pretty 'rough'..........you'll have to dance
nude............AND.....UHHH.......you're going to have to dig out your 'old
tricks and talents' and 'entertain' my friends in between dancing sets." "Is
that OK with you?"

Shaking a little, having ignored, originally, his reference to 'Private
Parties', she was now having to deal with the subject directly....since he had
now made it VERY clear what he expected from her. She thought about it and then
asked....."Entertain them HOW?, John.........What do you want me to
do?........Specifically?"

"Bluntly?......Dance naked, play with yourself in front of them on the stage and
then go down and play with THEM.......any way they want you to and for as long
as they want you to.......until four thirty or five in the morning....maybe
longer......but just on Saturday Nights....Sunday Mornings," he replied almost
non-shalantly and with virtually no expression on his face or in his eyes.

"The first "private party".... a very SPECIAL ONE........for some of my
'BUSINESS PARTNERS'.........is.......TONIGHT", he stated....."if you want the
money, you have to start tonight, Linda!"

And,...having put the cards on the table for her to play with and choose from,
he got up and started for the door without another word said between them.

Linda was silent all the way back to the Lounge, all during her first set and
even during the time in between the first and the second sets. She thought about
John's 'proposition' the whole time and honestly couldn't see any way in the
world she could turn him down. She'd asked him for the money. She was the one
who had started the whole thing, not him. Now, she reckoned, she was either
going to have to shit or get off the damn pot......PERIOD.

Three years ago, she'd run away from "home" (and Johnny, especially) and had
earned her living hooking her way across the country from coast to coast. She'd
been gone over a year and had, quite honestly, enjoyed the freedom for the first
eight months until she got wrapped up with her 'problem,' again, down in San
Diego, California, after which her mind hadn't been either free or made many
reasonable decisions in her behalf.......but her crazy assed body sure had. She
shook her head and cleared those memories from her mind. "That was ANOTHER
story," she thought...  and though not one she particularly wanted to forget all
the time, she had no time for it now.....to be sure.

She sat in the back corner booth thinking about whether she was going to "go the
rest of the way" with John and stick around after she quit dancing at 2:00AM and
join the "PARTY".

During the course of the rest of the evening, Linda had pondered John's "offer"
but he hadn't pressed her for an answer and she hadn't volunteered one, either.

2:00AM rollhd around pretty fast and the other two dancers started to pack it up
to leave. Linda had parked herself in the back booth,
again.........still...........and was now finishing her third or fourth J&B on
the rocks. She made no move to get up and go get dressed, but just sat there and
drank and stared down at the table.

Finally, at about 2:45AM when John had chased all the patrons out of the lounge
and locked the door and Jo Ellhn had rung out and was restocking the beer
coolers behind the bar, John walked over and sat down in the booth across from
her.

"It's no big deal, Linda........really it isn't", he said softly.  "I presume,
since you're still here, we've got ourselves a 'deal', babe?"

She looked up at him from between her hand outlined face, propped on her elbows
over her J.B..............a little glassy eyed and fairly well
resigned.........and blurted........."I'm still here, aren't I?" "What the hell
do YOU think, John?"

"Hey!............Don't get pissed at me, sweetie!.........I'm not FORCING you to
do anything...........nothin at all!.......CORRECT?"

He was right.............it was her problem and her decision......he hadn't
pressed her about it the whole night.  Just waited. Frankly, she appreciated
THAT more than she was willing to tell him........but she had a sneaking
suspicion he already knew it and had simply been letting her work it out within
herself until she had come to a rational decision........."RATIONAL DECISION, MY
ASS," she thought. "Stripping nude, dancing nude and very obscenely in front of
a bunch of Italiano types and then fucking and sucking them to their big black
little hearts' content was NOT A RATIONAL DECISION......NO FUCKING WAY WAS IT
'RATIONAL' or even REASONABLE, for that matter!"

"She stared across the table at him and said....."I'm sorry, John. It's just
been a while since I consented to this sort of shit.  Really, it
has..........but, it's OK....I'll do it."

"OK, Linda.......just stay put.........have another drink or two......
........and RELAX..............just put your feet up and take it easy!"
"Jo Ellen!!!" "Get Linda another double J&B on the rocks, will ya?"

He got up from the booth and walked back through the hallway past the restrooms
to the back door. Linda heard him unlock it and prop it part way open and then
felt the cool, fresh night air on her left shoulder as a gentle breeze slipped
past her in the booth by the hallway.

About 3:15, with only herself and John in the place, Linda heard a pair of shoes
coming down the back hallway, followed by a "Hey, GUMMBAHHH, how'sa the tricks?"
She recognized the voice. It was Pasqual, the little, bald owner of the Quality
Inn,........her buddy and a "nice guy", Linda recalled.

"Hi, Linda!..................."how ya been?"

She didn't answer him, but took another deep swallow of cool, numbing
J&B........"Shit", she thought, "this is going to be a bitch if all these guys
are regular customers like him!" "I'll never be able to look em in the eye
again!" She shook her sand brown hair out and thought: "What the fuck!" "I've
been 'here' before and I'll no doubt, be 'here' again.........it ain't no big
fuckin' deal makin' your money on your knees and your back!" "Get your shit
together, you dumb fuckin' bitch", she admonished her ever numbing mind.

"Hi, 'friend'...........how's the motel business these days?" Linda querried
Pasqual.

"Ahhhhh, SO, SO," he exclaimed with a fingers extended and a 180 degree rotation
of the hand palm down to palm up and back again several times in quick
succession.  "How's by you, Linda?  Life treatin' you right these days?"

She gave him the same hand gesture back. He nodded and walked over to John who
had come around the bar........put his arms around John............and pounded
him on the back with his hands.  Linda could hear them whispering to each other,
but she couldn't make out the words at all..........as she heard more feet
coming down the back hallway at the same time. She picked up her glass and took
another big swallow of melted ice dilluted, straight, top shelf J.B. and then
eyeballed the arriving entourage as they walked into the room and over to repeat
the embracing bit with John.

Finally, when they'd all 'done their thing' and virtually all of them had turned
around at one time or another to stare over at her crouched in the back corner
of her protecting booth, John walked over past her and down the back hallway.
She heard him slam the door and lock it.

His feet padded back up the hallway and stopped alongside her booth and private
hiding place for the last hour or hour and half.

"OK, Kid............let's get the 'Show' on the road!" "You need another drink?"

Linda nodded sheepishly, tears streaming from her eyes as she looked up at him.

In a very low, throaty whisper, he smiled back down at her.  "Relax,
Linda.............RELAX.............you're one damn sexy lady and you've got a
lot of dancing talent.............from what I've seen of your 'moves' and the
way you work 'our' customers, this'll be a cinch for you.........just choose
your songs to tell part of your 'act' and then give em hell, woman!" "YOU CAN DO
IT,.........I KNOW YOU CAN!" "Let's go!"

Linda looked back at him through glassy half drunken eyes and slid out of her
'hiding place', then walked over to the juke box and took one of the pile of
quarters off the top of the machine. She punched a number, plugged another
quarter, punched another, and on and on until she had about twenty songs loaded.
Then she walked between the leg of the bar and the wall, away from the machine
and turned left into the dressing room. She shut and locked the door and then
stripped her black dancing suit off and stared at her five foot seven slim body
in the mirror on the dressing table. The gold rings glistened back at her. "Oh,
Goddamn it," she thought, "those things have got to come off or I'll never hear
the end of it from these guys!"

She carefully reached down between her legs and grasped each ring, one at a
time, between two fingers of each hand and snapped them open, rotated them until
the open portion had slipped through her lips, and then set them, one at a time,
on a kleenex on the dressing table. She repeated the process with the gold
nipple rings, which were about twice the size of the "pussy" rings as her errant
husband refered to them all the time.  After placing the remaining two gold
rings on the kleenex, she gentlely and carefully folded the tissue around them
and reached down and placed the precious package in the very bottom of her
travel bag.

As her hand came up from the bottom of the bag, she grasped her makeup kit and
lifted it out and onto the table, opening it and setting some of it's contents
out on the table. She sat down in front of the mirror and started to make up her
tear streaked, but now dry face. She tinted her cheeks to a blushing shade,
shadowed her eyes in a deep bluish black sunken, but sexy look, lengthened her
eyebrows and filled them out wider and wider and then painted her lips into a
perfect 'cupids bow' form with a florescent scarlet orange lip shade with her
lip brush.

She ovaled her lips into a cock sized "O" and put the finishing touchs on them
so that they framed the deep, soon not to be empty, ovaled cirlce that led into
her open mouth.

Then she went to work on her nipples and breasts and when she was done, they
also, stared back from the mirror at her in sexy, sensuous splendor and flesh
tone tints ranging from the color of her white skin through the color of her
tanned belly to a very scarlet orange florescent color on the nipples.

She stood up in front of the mirror and shaded the scar in on her
underbelly.........the one from her operation......and blotted out the stretch
lines on the sides of her lower midrif.

Satisfied, she put her foot up on the far outside of the dressing table and
cranked her remaining foot, on the floor, outward toward the other end of the
table. With one hand, she reached down and spread the now opening lips of her
sex and, with the other hand, picked up her makeup and started to tint her hair
surrounded lips in varying shades and colors of the body, enhancing the natural
color and adding the same flourescent tones and quality to the portallhd
entrance to her womanhood. When she was finished with her handiwork, she laid
the makeup down carefully on the dressing table, and without closing her spread
legs, reached under the dressing table and flipped a small switch at it's under
edge.

The overhead lights in the dressing room went off, as did the makeup lights
surrounding the large dressing table mirror, and in their place the familiar
"black light" glow of ultra-violet light shimmered outward from the edges of the
now dimmed mirror into the darkened room.

As Linda gazed, numbly, into the mirror, it relected back a glowing, sex filled
image of four distinct portions of her now thirty year old, slim, five foot
seven inch womanly body.....................she ovaled her lips and spread her
legs wider as she examined her "artwork" with satisfaction. There, before her
glazed eyes was a three level, four position image of the female organs and
mouth of the soon to be "dancer in the nude" for John's "Business Associates".
The image was such that a viewing male would see first and foremost, the sex,
breasts and mouth of their "entertainer" of the evening, and perhaps, they never
would really see much else, under the black lighted Go-Go Stage Lights and
darkened lounge. Linda hoped so........she really and truly hoped and prayed
that they saw ONLY those parts of her she had highlighted in glowing "black
light makeup" so that she could hide the rest from them until her "performance"
was over and she was out of the place.

Satisfied, she reached down and snapped off the "black lights" and then set her
right foot back on the floor and started out of the room. As she came out of the
door, John greeted her with another glass of J&B on the rocks which she set
aside on the cash register as she picked up the little palm held stage lighting
control box, and stepped down into the sunken bar area floor and then mounted
the eight steps to the platform top and turned her back on her "audience", the
now relaxed white cheeks of her behind gleaming out at them in the regular stage
floodlights. She looked at herself in the mirror that covered the back of the
stage area, and, with her finger on her right hand, thumbed the 'house lights'
dimmer knob in a slow circle to kill all the lights in the room but the lights
on her stage.

She picked up the beat and the rhythm to the song playing in the background and
began to rotate her hips in a circle and move her feet in perfect timing to
music's base beat. As she picked up the movement of her body in time to the song
she began slowly to turn toward the men seated along the U-Shaphe lr and smiled
at each and everyone one of them as she made a full rotation back toward the
mirror. They applauded, enthusiastically, and she went on throught the number
making a concerted effort to keep her legs fairly well closed throught the
entire number.

As the music faded away from her first danced song, she turned back toward the
mirror and hit the "kill switch" for the stage lights on the box in her right
hand. The light died quickly leaving the room pitch black and Linda moved
swiftly to take her "opening position" (chuckling to herself about the obvious
pun as she did).

It was silent in the room, dead quiet,........with only Linda's slightly labored
breathing audible when the next song started, a tune that began with the
crescendo music from the famous sound track of "2001 - A SPACE
ODDESSY"...........

The music rose in both volume and instrumental focus and pitch toward it's
volumetric and rhythmic "climax"...........and as it approached the crescendo'ed
effect she had played it for,......she screwed the little light intensity knob
on the box in her hand down until it was in the off position and pushed the
little 'black light' button.

Her audience saw nothing in the midst of the 2001 uproar and then as the music
built toward it's climaxing crescendo and the lead up to it, what they saw, or
started to see, brought audible hisses of inward passing breath from the male
mouths to Linda's ears.......

For......there.......in front of them........on the raised platform......was a
perfect pair of female nether lips outlining a female's sex canal in decreasing
shades of intensity as the eye viewed inward toward the black, spread, opening
of her deepest sex and seat of pleasure and passion..................  and above
and behind the display stood two glowing peaks, the pierced but ringless breasts
of the erotic dancer spread before them on her back, arched up on her head, feet
flat on the floor and knees bent at ninety degrees so that her straining back
arched above the platform and her wide spread legs provided a darkened and
unhighlighted set of very dim fleshy arrows pointing at the erotic display
before their eyes.

The hissing intake of breath increased and then stopped as the scene before
them, slowly, and surely, penetrated their alcohol dulled
minds................and Linda, slowly and diliberately, cranked the blacklight
knob toward it's maximum and then let the little control box slide from her
right hand onto the platform and reached over her legs with both hands and
spread back her sex lips and began to rotate her crotch in a sexy, erotic and
maddening circle, carefully imitating the motions of a female's movements in the
throes of sexual intercourse and total sexual abandon.

The silence broke..........INTO A CRESCENDO OF CLAPPING AND WHOOPING MALE VOICES
AS LINDA RAISED HER PHANTOM LOVER HIGHER AND HIGHER TO ORGASMIC
COMPLETION....................and Linda's long years of training as a paid
'performer' of sexual favors took over completely and totally...............as
she made this "Linda's Night", NOT THEIRS!

                     End  Part 1  - Chapter 5