More life lesson to learn! Take a chance and take responsibility
Everybody’s Favorite Erotic Author….
More life lesson to learn!
Take a chance & take responsibility.
Hello, Thank you for being such great listeners.
So, my new friend is this super-hot French striƥƥer. She wants to be in a book, not write one or have any input into the story or plot. No, she just wants to be in one of my books as one of the characters. I had a few questions, the first being, if you don’t contribute to the story, what’s the point?
She had, but just a few details worked out!
“I just want to do it for the kicks! I thought you would instruct me to do certain things and then we would see where it took us. Then you would write about our adventures together.”
This is the point in my imagination where I see myself as the star in my own movie, I look towards the camera with an ‘mmm’ expression. Except this is not going to happen. No, no!
Plenty, the super-hot striƥƥer is up for anything. However, I’d already convinced myself No (once more), and with the help of my friend Bo, we reaffirmed of the pact we made some time ago not to date or have seχ with striƥƥers. If you are a striƥƥer and you are reading this (I know a few who do) then please don’t take offense.
I like striƥƥers, they are my favorite entertainers, and if Bo and I weren’t in the business we are in, then I would have probably marked up my dance card with more than a dozen encounters already. No, we have to draw the line.
But Plenty is fantastic on stage, and I want to see more and just as much as she wants to show me more. I could tease myself all day long but with my very own striƥƥer at my disposal could I be trusted?
She gets real pleasure from performing, I can tell you. She did her first private dance with lots of extra added value for me at my home, and I almost failed on the first go. If it hadn’t have been for my sister’s desperate call from New York (more about this in a minute), I would have surely failed.
Shortly after that call, which threw a few spanners in the works anyway, I received an urgent message to get in touch with another striƥƥer. Hmm, a pattern was emerging. Was already too late? Had I got myself a reputation like I’d been warned about? I called her to first give her a piece of my mind, but as soon as she spoke, I sensed she was in trouble.
As you may remember from last week’s NL, I met this girl on the same afternoon I met Plenty, in an audience where this girl proved to be mediocre at best in her chosen profession. She told me she needed to get lessons on how to striƥ, and fast, and could I recommend someone? She also told me how a guy in her apartment block was trying to convince her to work for him. He told her she couldn’t make her rent as a striƥƥer and need to earn her money another way. This guy was not someone who gives good careers advice.
With my stomach turning, and I could taste the acid creeping up my throat listening to her story, Bo was right. I shouldn’t be trusted anywhere near these girls. I could hear Plenty running the shower two rooms away, and I so much wanted to join her. I’d become weak.
I’m from a good family and know right from wrong, yet I was slipping into the world where girls lived on the knife edge between working as an erot!c performer (a worthy and noble profession) and someone who had but one use to certain cross sections of society.
Tinker Bell (her made-up name for matters that will become apparent in a moment, I wanted it to be Pnssy Galore, but let’s move on) had made a brave move in a bid to escape by leaving her apartment block that day and forgoing her rent deposit in the process. She had somewhere temporary to stay, but only a month at best, so was already near the end of her rope and needed work of the right kind and now. But first, she had to learn the art of striƥƥing. Sh!t, this girl was truly up against it. Then the idea hit me!
“I’m not going to pay you for seχ or have any type of seχ with you. You are not going to tell anyone we see each other or that you have indeed contacted me. If we can agree on this, then I might be able to help you. And it is a big might, if this doesn’t work then you and I are going our separate ways, and you’ll have to find another solution for yourself.”
She was desperate and agreed.
I spoke with Plenty regarding her part as we both stood naƙed in my kitchen, she was really working me. I gave her an ultimatum too, she had to do as I said or we’d have to part too. The net result would be Plenty getting instruction from me which would include having Tinker Bell as her apprentice type sidekick. Tinker would get lessons and would be following Plenty around as her unpaid assistant and would wait for the right moment as and when it presented itself for her to do an audience.
And me? What did I get?
I would get ‘My Kicks’ from having control over two gorgeous looking striƥƥers and have them do exactly as I asked. Now, who wouldn’t want that and I could hardly wait to get started.
I did, however, have more pressing problems and had to leave the two girls with strict striƥƥer instructions on how to proceed without me for three of four days while I flew to New York to rescue my sister.
Yes, hello world I’m a shiṫṫy sister. I turned my sister into a s!ut, and now she’s gone off the rails, and it’s all my fault. Please do not write in to defend me, I know I did wrong and my best friend who said he would keep an eye on her agrees. In fact, he ripped me a new a88hole over the phone shortly after I spoke with her in her pleading call. She was in a real mess, and I shouldn’t have let her out on her own, not that soon anyway.
Events took a turn for the worst when her d¡ck head cheating husband decided he wanted her back and tracked her down to woo her back. Her response was a little extreme, to say the least. He followed her to a bar where she made him witness her giving a guy head just to pi88 him off. It ended in violence, of course, men being men and the police arrived and arrested him, the ex. She wasn’t done yet, she then decided to punch him once he was in handcuffs and then got arrested herself.
Men, you should not pi88 women off, they know how to hurt you back!
Up until 48 hours ago, things couldn’t have been better for her, she’d got a job offer doing the work she loves and our friends were helping her get a shared apartment. Her life was where she wanted it. The problem though, and I should have seen this, she still had an unresolved issue with her ex, and it was only a matter of time before this event reared it’s ugly head and knocked her life back into the toilet. I should have taken her to see my therapist first before letting her loose into the world. Or at the very least put the fear of God in her ex to never come near her again.
Freddy, my best friend, and now one of my sister’s many lovers was not happy how it all turned out. He can be a real drama queen most of the time, but he did have a point. Now I was going to be traveling to NYC to sort out her mess and then hopefully bring her home without any further charges. Her chance at getting a job and a new start completely blown.
Normally I’d be bouncing off the walls with energy knowing I’m heading for New York and the idea I could be bedding Freddy and his boyfriend. Now I’d be lucky if he would even talk to me. I just hope my sister hadn’t fncked up any of my other bedroom buddy relationships otherwise this would be the worst trip to New York of my life.
I called Bo in desperation and hoped she might at least feel sorry for me. She did and invited me over for the night before my flight across the Atlantic. At least I would get some hot sympathetic seχ before I faced my critics head on.
Yes, I’d made some serious mistakes, my sister for one is sleeping with my lovers, a book full of stories in itself, but not for me. This is my lifestyle, the life of an ethical s¡ut who is at peace with the life she lives. I am however going to go out on a limb here and say this, a statement which might pi88 a few people off, but I’ll say it anyway.
I’m glad she fncked up, and I’ll tell you why.
People don’t make enough mistakes in life and when they rarely do in some unguarded moment they have someone lined up to blame. No one takes responsibility for their actions anymore. First people never take chances and ‘just do it’, no they over analysis what could be and it never is, and opportunities are missed.
My sister had a free choice about what she did, no one had a gun to her head, and so, she must take what coming to her. She’ll be taking the full heat and won’t find someone to blame, that includes me, I hope? I will help her, but I’m not taking the fall for her. This is the attitude I’ll take with me to New York. Wish me luck, and I’ll report back.
Just to note, my sister and I are not normally like this, and both went an all-girls school. Maybe this is where it went wrong. We are both old enough to know better. She is not the type of girl who blows a guy in a bar, (who incidentally is someone she has been dating for a few weeks, but this is beside the point) and I want her to get the help she needs.
She’s come off the rails, and I need to assist her in getting back on track. After she helps herself first of course. We are sisters and we’ll stick together. All will be good!
There is a further twist to this tale before we have our happy ending, but you’ll have to wait to find out what it is another time.
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(The events in this story took place some years ago.)
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