Normal Night Shift

Later that evening, Rachel was getting ready for work. She had slept off for a good 7 hours and was back to feeling strong and steady. Though the flesh between her legs still stung a bit, her legs no longer felt like jelly.

Standing in front of her bathroom mirror, she finished putting on her fake lashes and was styling the bunny ears she had to wear as per the theme of the dance tonight. All the ladies, including the ones serving drinks had to be dressed as sexy cats. 

Using a makeup pencil to draw whiskers, she glanced down when her phone buzzed. She smiled. It was John. She refused the call and instead sent him a text, informing him that she couldn't talk now as she had to head to work.

Where do you work? I wanna come see you dance😘

At the Viper Floor. 87th street, past Beauris lake

Alright. How long will you be there?

Till 2am. It's Friday. It'll be a full house. We've got a Cat theme. I'll be making some serious mullah tonight🤑

Cool, I'll stop by after I'm done my shift. Maybe 12:30

Whatever works for you, babes

Give me lap dance when I get there

I already did. AND A REAL GOOD ONE TOO💋💋💋💋

😁😁😁Yeah, and I want more. And you forgot to motorboat me

Hehe, right well I won't forget this time. My pussy is a bit sore.

Then I'll use my mouth 👅👅👅👅

🤣🤣🤣🤣 I still wanna fuck you though

Then we will, but you don't have to if you're too sore. We can do a lot without me actually sticking it in😇😁😜

🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦 I'm getting wet right now

🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳

Haha, kay I'll see you then

Quick question are you on the pill, cause we did it raw last night and I didn't pull out a single time

Rachel was already seated in her car when she noticed that John had texted her again.

Yeah, I'm on the pill. You think I would have let you bust inside that many times if I weren't? I'm also totally clean, in case you're wondering. I have the medical records to prove it. I'll show you later and bring yours as well so we can fuck peacefully.

Rachel pulled out of the underground parking spot. As she drove, she felt an ache between her legs that had nothing to do with soreness. John had managed to arouse her with their dirty talk. And it wasn't even that vulgar. She's had guys say way more nasty things to her before and it hadn't turned her on as much as John's flirtations had.

"Damn, that dick got me hooked. Guess mom was right. You can have sex with a lot of guys, but eventually there will be one which hits you differently." Rachel smiled at the memory of him pounding her so hard the desk had rattled. "Yeah, this guy definitely hits me different."

Rachel got to the Viper Floor, all the while battling the urge to pull over so she could masturbate.

Stepping inside the locker room, she greeted her coworkers and girlfriends as she took off her coat and spun in a circle.

"Damn, Rachel, nobody can dress up as a cat better than you." One of the other dancers chirped.

Rachel stepped in front of the mirror and adjusted her breasts. "Yeah, but I needed a lot of two sided tape to keep my boobs in place. The last time I wore this they kept popping out."

Another dancer who was a full head taller then her came up behind her and used the mirror to adjust her wig. "I don't remember that being a problem. All our regulars loved it." 

"True," Rachel replied. "But it got hard to dance. My girls were bouncing so hard it was starting to hurt."

"Haha, yeah." Another dancer joined in on the conversation. "Crazy how all that bouncing doesn't hurt when we're getting railed, but anything else and they need to be fixed in place."

All four ladies laughed and air kissed one another before heading out into the kaleidoscope of colors which enveloped the stage. The poles were almost hard to see because they were a solid black. Thankfully, there were lights on the stage floor as well which were a plain white so that made it easier for the dancers.

The music lowered in volume as their manager stood in front of the stage and introduced the four of them one by one by their stage names. The men in the crowd hollered as each girl grabbed a pole and posed against it. Once the introduction was over "Scandalous" by Mis-Teeq started playing.

Rachel went wild. Tapping into her inner cat, she worked that pole like her life depended on it. She laughed, smiled and winked as she danced as she couldn't contain the joy that came with being on stage and shaking her ass to a hit piece.

She heard her stage name chanted more than the other ladies as she swung her body up in a cartwheel of sorts and started gyrating. She laughed when she saw one of the dancers jump off the stage and go to give a guy a lap dance.

The atmosphere became more rowdy. The noise was getting louder. The catcalls more vulgar and obscene. Rachel cringed at one of them. How corny!

As time went on, the girls left the stage one by one. 45 minutes later it was just Rachel, who was on all fours doing a cat crawl white twerking her ass.

After that she was done as well and walked off to the bar to have a drink.

One drunk guy slapped her ass as she walked by. She grabbed his head and farted on his face.

"Ew, you bitch!"

"Keep your hands to yourself, dumbass." Rachel retorted. 

Hopping on the stool, the female Bartender who was a long time friend of hers came over and gave her a tall glass of water.

"Thanks, babe."

Rachel never drank when she was working. Instead, she downed glasses upon glasses of lime water.