There are actually 4 more chapters to this opus but I've not seen them anywhere on this site. if you're intersted in them get in touch with me at Eprise01@aol.com and I can send them to you.
Sharon Goes Back to School...
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sorry haven't been back... getting 12 up piecemeal took some time, and had fans asking 'when is the next chapter going to be done'
as usual it has taken on a life of its own and is NOT short. but chapter 16 is done.
I've been working at extending StormBringer's Recession Blues, as well, so look for more chapters there at some point, and I will endeavor to get the intervening chapters up here bit by bit.
Happy New Year, btw.
RogueAlan
here's a teaser from 16:
They had not been back a day from Christmas break when Dave had sauntered in during the first of ‘Fallen Angels’ practice sessions before the lunch crowd began to trickle in. He had a pretty, still shy younger woman in tow. The pair had paused to watch Sharon and Kelly before visiting with Go. Sharon had been sure she could hear her fellow ZB Bitch’s cries of pleasure before they came out and Go had explained that they wanted to add Lisa to she and Kelly’s duo. Kelly had immediately pointed out that they were doing pretty well as a pair. Dave had answered that there weren’t many trios working that he knew of. And Go had agreed, adding that having three women would allow them all more ‘flexibility.’ Sharon had wondered what that meant, but the men’s tone had left no doubt the ladies were not being asked for their opinions or given a vote.
So Lisa had started to work with them. Fortunately, though shy, she was a ZB Bitch; she had done enough dancing someplace that she fit in faster than Sharon or Kelly had expected. And the men had been right… Having a girl on each pole with a third working the rail, not to mention having all three pawing at one another had really driven the men wild; they had made Friday night money on Monday night when they did their first set as a trio. Even though Lisa was still obviously less experienced, there had been no complaints; only the dancers seemed to know that their routines had not been perfect.
Having the extra body had also made Sharon’s shifts in the champagne room a little less frantic. Go’s decision had been that she and Kelly would do a set, she and Lisa did a set, and Kelly and Lisa did a set, as well as one or two sets of all three working it for the crowd.
As she was cleaning up after ‘entertaining’ her fifth fan of the night on Tuesday night, Sharon had begun to agree with something she had heard Go say to Dave earlier that night when the men had not known she was nearby: she might need to go back on the testosterone cream. Dave had snorted, asking if Go had enjoyed having her being one cross word from hulking out into a raging bitch, and the big club owner had chuckled, assuring Dave that he had seen bigger prima donnas with less upside.
Go had continued, telling Dave the more dominant ‘Sharon on T’ had been a better draw than the ‘new year’s Sharon’ on stage. They had moved out of her hearing at that point, but Sharon wished Dave would listen to Go. She wanted it, though, for a different reason; the trapped white housewife had been more able to dominate the men who were enjoying her when she had been using the cream. That meant they had gotten off faster, and she had spent less time with her legs spread, cheating on Chris. Not to mention that she had orgasmed like a wild woman fucking on the cream.
Such thoughts brought a ready flush of pleasure between Sharon’s legs, and she absently fingered herself, or thought she did, anyway… maybe she was just masturbating in her dreams, she thought with a broader smile. It was a good thing she was so easily excited, she knew…
From the morning of their first day back, the third day of the new year, Sharon’s life had been a blur. Before Dave’s appearance the first morning at practice, Go had angrily pushed them, complaining that clearly they had not been ‘working on shit’ while they were ‘visiting home.’ He had insisted they do a set at lunch, and she and Kelly had each done a solo set, which of course had turned into time in the blue room.
Sharon had been surprised that the first ‘guest’ had not been her usual admirer at all, but a foreigner with white skin so tanned it looked like leather. The man had been so gaunt Sharon had wondered if he had cancer or something, but he had been anything but frail. She had gasped in real surprise, impressed at the size of his cock, and at the fervor he had shown in using it, pounding into her on the cushion in missionary position until she had cum twice and had asked him in a panting breath if he wanted to try a different position, mostly so she could get a break. He had shrugged, backing out, and Sharon had used the opportunity to roll onto her stomach. The stranger with the clipped guttural accent had taken his cue, spearing into her from behind, fucking her doggy style to his climax a few minutes later.
By then she had remembered where she had heard the accent… several of the men visiting her apartment before Christmas break had spoken that way.
as usual it has taken on a life of its own and is NOT short. but chapter 16 is done.
I've been working at extending StormBringer's Recession Blues, as well, so look for more chapters there at some point, and I will endeavor to get the intervening chapters up here bit by bit.
Happy New Year, btw.
RogueAlan
here's a teaser from 16:
They had not been back a day from Christmas break when Dave had sauntered in during the first of ‘Fallen Angels’ practice sessions before the lunch crowd began to trickle in. He had a pretty, still shy younger woman in tow. The pair had paused to watch Sharon and Kelly before visiting with Go. Sharon had been sure she could hear her fellow ZB Bitch’s cries of pleasure before they came out and Go had explained that they wanted to add Lisa to she and Kelly’s duo. Kelly had immediately pointed out that they were doing pretty well as a pair. Dave had answered that there weren’t many trios working that he knew of. And Go had agreed, adding that having three women would allow them all more ‘flexibility.’ Sharon had wondered what that meant, but the men’s tone had left no doubt the ladies were not being asked for their opinions or given a vote.
So Lisa had started to work with them. Fortunately, though shy, she was a ZB Bitch; she had done enough dancing someplace that she fit in faster than Sharon or Kelly had expected. And the men had been right… Having a girl on each pole with a third working the rail, not to mention having all three pawing at one another had really driven the men wild; they had made Friday night money on Monday night when they did their first set as a trio. Even though Lisa was still obviously less experienced, there had been no complaints; only the dancers seemed to know that their routines had not been perfect.
Having the extra body had also made Sharon’s shifts in the champagne room a little less frantic. Go’s decision had been that she and Kelly would do a set, she and Lisa did a set, and Kelly and Lisa did a set, as well as one or two sets of all three working it for the crowd.
As she was cleaning up after ‘entertaining’ her fifth fan of the night on Tuesday night, Sharon had begun to agree with something she had heard Go say to Dave earlier that night when the men had not known she was nearby: she might need to go back on the testosterone cream. Dave had snorted, asking if Go had enjoyed having her being one cross word from hulking out into a raging bitch, and the big club owner had chuckled, assuring Dave that he had seen bigger prima donnas with less upside.
Go had continued, telling Dave the more dominant ‘Sharon on T’ had been a better draw than the ‘new year’s Sharon’ on stage. They had moved out of her hearing at that point, but Sharon wished Dave would listen to Go. She wanted it, though, for a different reason; the trapped white housewife had been more able to dominate the men who were enjoying her when she had been using the cream. That meant they had gotten off faster, and she had spent less time with her legs spread, cheating on Chris. Not to mention that she had orgasmed like a wild woman fucking on the cream.
Such thoughts brought a ready flush of pleasure between Sharon’s legs, and she absently fingered herself, or thought she did, anyway… maybe she was just masturbating in her dreams, she thought with a broader smile. It was a good thing she was so easily excited, she knew…
From the morning of their first day back, the third day of the new year, Sharon’s life had been a blur. Before Dave’s appearance the first morning at practice, Go had angrily pushed them, complaining that clearly they had not been ‘working on shit’ while they were ‘visiting home.’ He had insisted they do a set at lunch, and she and Kelly had each done a solo set, which of course had turned into time in the blue room.
Sharon had been surprised that the first ‘guest’ had not been her usual admirer at all, but a foreigner with white skin so tanned it looked like leather. The man had been so gaunt Sharon had wondered if he had cancer or something, but he had been anything but frail. She had gasped in real surprise, impressed at the size of his cock, and at the fervor he had shown in using it, pounding into her on the cushion in missionary position until she had cum twice and had asked him in a panting breath if he wanted to try a different position, mostly so she could get a break. He had shrugged, backing out, and Sharon had used the opportunity to roll onto her stomach. The stranger with the clipped guttural accent had taken his cue, spearing into her from behind, fucking her doggy style to his climax a few minutes later.
By then she had remembered where she had heard the accent… several of the men visiting her apartment before Christmas break had spoken that way.
