Naughty Girls Club

Naughty Girls Club [part 1 of 3]
By: oldglassman (oldglassman2@cox.net)

This is part of a long story I wrote nearly 10 years ago.

Six affluent females, married, all good looking, in their mid-thirties, and bored with their sex lives, form a club; "NGC". If anyone asked, it was the Nevada Garden Club but in actuality, it was the Naughty Girls Club. This is a story of just one of the many tasks each must perform.

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Trudy had drawn the slip of paper that said " prostitute for an evening."

It was a little early for the regular working girls when Trudy and Beth walked into the Mustang Bar on the first floor of the Vegas Casino. Nervously, they looked around, ans seeing that it was nearly empty, took seats at the bar. As the bartender mixed their drinks, he wondered. Never saw either of them before, probably new in town. The way they look, they won't be lonely long. When finished mixing their drinks, he served them, then asked. "Haven't seen you around. New in town?"

They answered "yes", and said they were from St. Louis. Came out to look for a job and do a little gambling. So far, they hadn't had any luck with either.

"If I hear of anything, I'll let you know." He winked, then went to the far end of the bar to wait on an new customer.

"You think he knows what we're doing?" Beth asked.

"We? Are you going to do it too?" She asked.

"What I meant was, you."

Even sipping their drinks slowly, their glasses were nearly empty before a man approached Trudy and asked if he could buy her a drink. She looked him over, noting the stubble on his face and his teeth showed signs of tobacco stains. "I don't think so, but thanks." She said, careful to make her rejection sound polite. He left, and they had to order and pay for a second drink.

Ten minutes later, another man took the seat beside Beth. After giving the bartender his drink order, he turned and asked her if she was a visitor. She answered "yes" as she looked him over, deciding he'd do fine if he had just asked Trudy. In a few minutes she became engrossed in conversation with him, and was annoyed when Trudy punched her in the ribs. She turned to see what her friend wanted.

"I have to go to the powder room. Come on."

Beth thought it strange, but excused herself from her new acquaintance, and walked with Trudy to the restroom. Inside, Trudy handed her a small slip of paper. "What's this?"

The bartender slipped it to me."

Beth opened it and read "cop". "But I wasn't going to - -"

"I know, but the bartender doesn't. He's looking out for us."

"Oh my gosh. What do we do?"

"Just go back in, and when he asks you, you just tell him you're not interested."

Shortly after returning to their stools, Andy, from New Orleans, asked what she charged. Beth told him she wasn't that type of girl, and said she would report him to the police if he didn't leave. He left. She turned and smiled at the bartended as he walked by. "Thanks, I owe you." She said, softly.

"Just looking out for my customers."

The incident shook Trudy up, and she was thinking about calling it a day, when Clayton, the bartender set a fresh drink in front of her. "The gentleman with the grey and black tie wanted you to have a fresh drink. By the way, he's alright, if you know what I mean."

"I do, and tell him I'd like to thank him personally." When Clayton moved off, she whispered to Beth. "I think I have a live one."

"Who?"

"See the one Clayton's talking to."

"Oh, he's cute. I think he's coming over."

When the man stopped beside their stools, Trudy smiled at him. "Do I have you to thank for the drink?"

"Yeah. My name's Mat."

Mine's Rusty." Trudy said, rubbing her hand along his arm.

"Glad to meet you Rusty. Say this bar is a little crowded, would you and your friend care to move to a table?"

"Go ahead." Beth said. "You know, two's company, three's a crowd." She laughed when she saw a smile of relief spread over his face.

Trudy slipped off the stool showing plenty of leg, then led the way to a small table. Mat carried their drinks, set them on the table and held her chair.

Beth watched for a few minutes, then turned back, discovering she could see them in the mirror. It wasn't long before she saw Trudy put her hand under the table, but she couldn't see what she was doing.

What she was doing, was rubbing his leg. "I think you're cute." She cooed softly, moving her hand just enough to touch the tip of his cock. "Are you interested in a good time?"

"Sure, how much?

"I start at a hundred. That's for thirty minutes."

"That's a little steep."

Moving her hand over his swelling cock, she gave it a squeeze. "That's because I'm good. Really good." She squeezed him again. "And you furnish the room.

"Aw shit. He mumbled under his breath. He had resolved that he wouldn't give more than fifty; but the hand on his cock quickly made him forget. "Alright. Be right back. Don't go away." When he stood, he shifted his hardon around, then walked into the lobby of the hotel.

When he left, Beth hurried over to the table. "Are you?"

He went to get a room. Stick around and see if you can find out the number."

Mat returned and put his hand on Trudy's shoulder. "All set." He said.

"You have the room?" She asked, letting her hand rub his leg.

"Yep." Pulling the key from his pocket, he dangled it in front of them.

Beth saw 52, but his finger was in the way of the last number, and as Trudy rose to leave, he turned to Beth. "Don't wait up for us."

"Have fun." She said to the retreating figures, then went back to her stool. Clayton walked up to her. There's a gentleman at the table on your right that would like to buy you a drink. Okay?"

"Sure. Just serve it over there." She watched where he delivered it, then walked over to meet her new admirer. She had maybe an hour to kill. Might as well be entertained while I'm waiting. "Thank you. I'm Jill."

They were alone on the elevator as it rose to the fifth floor, and Mat began rubbing her ass. "Damn, that feels nice."

"So does this." She answered, rubbing the front of his pants.

The elevator door opened, and they stepped out. He hesitated for a moment looking to see which direction to go. The sign pointed to the right for 528. "To the right." He said, walking in that direction. Trudy was right beside him.

The room wasn't nearly as nice as the ones she was use to being in when she traveled with Allen, but it had all the necessary items for what she was about to do. He set the double lock, then moved across the room and sat on the bed. "Now, let's see what I'm getting for a hundred dollars."

"Let's see the hundred, first." The voice she heard didn't sound anything like Trudy Bristol's.

Mat pulled his billfold from his back pocket and pulled out some money. Slowly, he counted, twenty, forty, sixty, eighty, a hundred. Here, want to count it?"

"I trust you." She took the money and slipped it into her purse, then set the purse on top of the dresser. "Now just lean back and see what you just paid for."

Her shoes came first, then she slowly unbuttoned her blouse. She pulled it off, revealing her black lacy bra. There was so much uplift in them, her breasts were nearly spilling out. She moved close to the bed, leaned toward him, running her hands over the mounds. His hand went to his crotch as his eyes stared at her breasts.

Moving away, she unzipped her skirt and let it slowly slide down her legs, revealing her black crotchless panties, then a garter belt, and the top of her dark hose. Stepping out of the skirt, she tossed it on the back of chair. Turning slowly, she unhooked her bra, caught the cups holding them in place for several seconds before pulling it away. She heard his rough breathing and saw him again cup his groin. "Do you like them?" She asked, leaning toward him, sensuously running her hands over her breasts.

"Shit yes." His voice was husky, and he seemed to have a hard time swallowing.

After stripping and dancing at the Blue Moon, it was much easier for Trudy to take off the next item of clothing; the NGC panties. When she did, she had her back to him, showing off her shapely cheeks. When she turned, and showed him her patch of pubic hair outlined by her garter belt, he groaned again. He was nearly speechless, as she walked to the bed. None of the prosties he'd hired in the past were nearly as pretty as this one.

"Aren't you going to get undressed?" She asked, running her hands over her breasts.

"Oh,yeah." Sitting up, he quickly removed his tie, then unbuttoned his shirt, nearly popping off a button. After opening his pants, he started to push them down his legs, only to discover he still had his shoes on. It didn't take him long to remove them and his socks. Trudy backed away giving him enough room to stand and remove his pants and underwear. When he straightened, his prick was sticking straight out from his belly. Though it was hard it couldn't have measured over five inches long. Climbing back on the bed, he flopped onto his back. She knelt on the bed and leaned over, to press her lips to his.

"No, not that." He said, "climb on top of me."

Trudy wasn't exactly sure what he meant, but rolled on top of him. Instead of kissing her mouth, he pulled her up until her breasts dangled above his face. Hungrily, he closed his lips around her right nipple, sucking it into his mouth. It was beginning to feel good till he closed his teeth over it. She shrieked in pain, and he quit and switched to the left tit. When he bit that nipple it didn't hurt nearly as bad as the first time

He switched back to the right breast and repeated the homage to her breasts. After finishing the left one for the second time he said. "Now sit on me."

Pressing her hands on the mattress, she lifted herself off him and started to slide backward. Insead, he grasped her hips, stopping her. "No, up here." She scooted up carefully placing her knees on each side of his face, her groin directly over his face.

He was content to just look for several seconds, then pulled her down, making her sit directly on his face. If that's what he wants, that's what he'll get. Slowly she began to grind her pussy against his mouth, rubbing her clit against his nose. He had to push her slightly away to run his tongue through her lips. After tasting her, he let her weight back down, and again she ground her pussy against his face. She was just feeling good when he pushed her away, again. Now turn around. He wants a little 69. Oh well, he's paying for it.

Trudy quickly switched, placing her knees along his chest, then squatted backward, pressing her groin against his face. As she began grinding her pussy against his mouth she felt something pressing against her anus. My God, is that his nose in my rectum? She moved slightly away, but he grasped her hips, tugging her back.

Looking down, she saw his little penis oozing fluid from the tip, and wondered if he wanted her to suck it, like he did her breasts. Reaching out, she tenderly closed her fingers around it.

"NO, NOT YET". He shouted, alarming her, and she quickly pulled her hand away. "Turn around again". Wondering what it was all about, she turned around and started to press her pussy against his face. "No hold it right there." She stopped, keeping her groin six inches above his face. "Now open it up."

Trudy carefully spread apart the lips of her vagina, letting him look directly into her glistening, pink channel. "Yessss, - - - - that's it. - - - - - Hold it just like that."

What the hell? She wondered, then felt the bed start to shake. For a moment, she didn't know why. Then it dawned on her. He's masturbating. I'll be damned.

His breathing became hoarse, and she felt him lift his butt off the mattress, then something hot and sticky splashed against her back and began running down the cheeks of her ass. He let out a loud groan, then fell back to the bed and closed his eyes. Now, what am I supposed to do?

The muscles in her legs were beginning to ache, when he finally opened his eyes. "That was great. You were worth the money. Thanks."

Completely taken back by the events, Trudy slowly recovered her wits, and climbed off the bed and headed for the bathroom. She was nearly there when she remembered her purse. Snatching it off the dresser, she went into the bathroom, locking the door behind her. Grabbing a washcloth, she washed his cum from her back and bottom, used another cloth to clean her juices from her groin area, then peed. After her ablutions, she carefully opened the door. To her relief, he was still stretched out on the bed. Moving across the room she picked up her panties and slipped them on. As she fastened her bra, he looked at her, but didn't say a word. She finished dressing.

Not knowing what else to say as she unlocked the door, she turned and looked at him. "Thanks, it was fun."

"That was the best. Will you come back next week?"

"I'll think about it. Bye." She stepped into the hall and shut the door behind her.