Jane Fox: Cheating Wife

Dawn’s pussy hole snapped so hard around her fingers that she, almost squealed right out loud. She came again and again until her fingers were stiff and her pussy was exhausted. Then she drew her fingers out of her pussy and picked up the newspaper. She turned to the section on jobs for cocktail waitresses and sighed happily. Then she stated to read.

Dawn hurried down the street to her first interview. She was dressed in a colorful flowered pantsuit that did nothing to hide her soft, lovely titties.

It was cut low in the front and the creamy mounds of delicate quivering tittie flesh bobbed up and down as she walked.

She had called the number in the ad early this morning. She was to see a Mr.

Rick Hughes at ten o’clock. As she came close to the address she had been given, she smiled. She could understand this place was called the Greenery. The whole building was dark green and there were hanging baskets of plants decorating the front. It looked like a nice place… tasteful and expensive.

The tips would be good in a place like this. She knew that from experience.

Dawn walked up the rest of the block slowly. It was still early. Her watch said ten to ten and she didn’t want to be too early. Desperate girls showed up early. She didn’t want to give that impression. If an employer knew that you were desperate he tried to get away with lowering your starting salary.

At ten o’clock precisely, Dawn opened the heavy front door and stepped in. The place was gorgeous, even in the daytime. The inside was decorated with lots of hanging plants and plush leather booths. There was a fountain behind the bar and Dawn knew it would be beautiful if it were running.

The place was deserted. There wasn’t even a bartender in sight. Dawn looked around nervously and cleared her throat. A couple of seconds later a door in the back opened and a tall, blond man waved at her.

“You must be Dawn,” he said. “Lock the door behind you, honey, and come back here. It’s too early to let the customers in. We don’t open until two.”

Dawn gazed at him curiously as she slipped into the leather chair in the office. He wasn’t the man she’d pictured last night but he was just as handsome. She flushed a little and tried not to look nervous. She was glad that he couldn’t read her mind.

“We don’t fill out applications here,” Rick Hughes said, grinning at her. “If I like you, I hire you. If I don’t… well… you don’t get the job. That’s simple enough, isn’t it?”

Dawn nodded. She wasn’t used to this kind of job interview. She had expected to fill out an application and let him ask her questions about her work experience. This kind of an interview made her nervous.

“Stand up,” Rick ordered. “I want to get a good look at you?"

Dawn stood up obediently. She still felt nervous. Mr. Hughes was looking at her like he was inspecting a side of beef. She wasn’t used to that at all.

“Turn around,” he ordered. “That’s right.” There was a moment of silence as Dawn turned slowly around until she’d made a full circle and was facing him again.

“Now take off your clothes,” he said. His face was impassive as he stared at her.

Dawn couldn’t help it any longer. She decided that she didn’t like Mr. Hughes at all. She didn’t like the idea of having to undress in front of him to get the job.

“No thanks,” she replied angrily. “If you want me to change to your uniform, I will, but you’re not getting a free peep show out of it.”

“Shit!” he replied, sounding pleased. “That’s the sort of thing I like. You’ve got real balls, honey. If you work for me you can’t let anyone push you around.

Now sit down and I’ll figure out your hours.”

Dawn stared at him in amazement. She had been sure that she’d lost the job. Her mouth opened in shock and then closed again. This was really weird.

“Don’t look so shocked,” Rick said, chuckling. “You’d be surprised how many girls strip, just because somebody asks them to. I need a girl with the guts to tell off a fresh customer.”

Dawn couldn’t help it. She burst into giggles. “You sure had me fooled,” she said. “I thought you’d kick me right out of here.”

“Nope,” Rick said, laughing with her. “This is a high-class club. The customers expect the girls to cut them dead if they try any funny stuff. They even enjoy it. If a guy gets too fresh and you tell him where to get off, he’ll tip you good at the end of the evening. All my girls know that.”

Dawn nodded. She knew that too. She’d just forgotten. It had been three years since she’d worked in a club. It didn’t sound like things had changed though.

“After you have the job, I expect you to strip every time I ask you to,” Rick added, smiling lazily at her. “Then it’s business and you do everything I tell you to without asking any question. How about four bucks an hour with tips?

Sound good to you?”

Dawn nodded fast. That was twice as much as she’d ever made before. She knew a good waitress could make at least five bucks an hour in tips if she played it right. That was a total of nine dollars an hour. Even if she worked a four or five hour shift, that was still good.

Rick pushed some forms across the desk. “Sign these,” he said. “You start tomorrow, night at eight. Think you can handle a five or six hour shift?”

Dawn signed the papers rapidly. That was more money than she’d expected and the hours were right too. She could hardly wait to go to work.

“Here’s the address for you to pick up the uniforms. I’ll call them and you can go in this afternoon for a fitting.”

Dawn smiled. She just couldn’t believe it. She hadn’t expected to get a job on her very first interview. She could hardly wait to tell Jim.

"One more thing,” Rick said lazily. “You’re working for me now, right?”

Dawn nodded. She blushed a little. She had the feeling that there was a catch to all this somewhere.

“O.K., now that that’s out of the way… strip!”

Dawn’s face turned bright pink. She had a feeling that was coming. It was too good a job to pass up though. She guessed that wasn’t too much to ask. If the uniforms in this place were anything like other cocktail lounges, Mr. Hughes would see her half-naked anyway. She swallowed and stood up.

Dawn slipped the tab of her zipper down. She was glad that she had a zipper in the front of her pantsuit. She pulled it all the way down and shrugged her shoulders. The flowered suit slipped down at her feet.

“Everything?” she asked, her fingers on the waistband of her tiny lace bikini panties.

“Everything,” Rick sad. His voice sounded kind of hoarse and she noticed that he was staring at her naked titties. Dawn was almost ashamed of the lewd way they bobbed when she slipped out of her panties.

“Now turn around,” he gasped, when she was standing there nude. “Turn around slowly, and let me look at you.”

Dawn turned. She could feel the blush covering her whole body. She was kind of ashamed. No other man had looked at her body since she and Jim were married.

She felt a tingling sensation in her tummy as she turned around. Even though she knew that this was business, she was getting awfully excited with Mr.

Hughes staring at her like that. She could feel the horny juices seeping between her hot cuntlips as her legs moved and she almost wished that her horny fantasy would come true. Mr. Hughes was terribly good looking and she willing to bet that he wouldn’t hesitate if she gave him a little encouragement.

Dawn looked down at the floor. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to do that or not.

She’d never been unfaithful to Jim in the whole three years they’d been married. Maybe there should be a first time though… just maybe…