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"I can't decide if I like you better nude or in your little outfit, Nikki," the man said.

"I can take it off again," Nikki offered.

"No, it's OK. You look very cute, hon."

"Thank you," Nikki blushed, as the man squeezed the ass he'd just fucked, bared now, again, by a red lace thong beneath sheer-to-waist black pantyhose.

"At first the pantyhose was a turn-off. Reminded me of my ex. If not," he laughed, "my mother. But now it's kind of growing on me..."

"It's a trade-off," Nikki said, as she took a pull on her sweet red drink.

"How's that?"

"The rules say your ass has to be covered. Your ass, tits...all the, you know, private parts."

"Yeah? It's a stupid rule. Just because the club sells liquor?"

"Exactly. It says 'covered.' Doesn't say anything about see-through though."

"Oh. Clever. Very."

"I had to pitch the idea to Rudy."

"Rudy?"

"The club owner."

"Oh. As in 'Rudy's.' I get it."

"He said the same thing you did at first. Reminds me of my grandmother. But then after giving it some thought..."

"It's hot, babe. I bet he did more'n think about it."

"I had to suck his cock. To seal the deal," Nikki added. "But that's how it is with Rudy."

"Couch-casting."

"Well, he didn't go quite that far," Nikki laughed. "It's the same when he hires you."

"Mandatory blowjob?"

A smiling Nikki nodded. "It's that kind of job. Profession, I guess. The only one left where workplace harassment is part of the, you know, deal."

"That and a whorehouse."

"Well, yeah. Extreme example."

"Ever work in a place like that?"

"Oh hell no," Nikki frowned. Her eyelids were swathed in green, heavily, to match her eyes. Her Cupid lips painted a customary glossy bright crimson.

"Never walked the streets?"

"Oh fuck no. Are you kidding? I'm not a hooker. Not a druggie..."

"No, I know. But you bring men home from the club."

"Hardly ever."

"No?"

"No."

"So I'm the lucky one tonight?" the middle-aged man smiled. He was still naked, still seated on bed's foot. Slumped. Nikki had wiped his cock bağdatcaddesi escort clean, afterwards, then he'd parked himself, and watched, as Nikki pulled her dancer's costumery back on: the aforementioned ebony pantyhose, a matching lace bra, and a pair of strappy sandal flats that complemented her lipstick. Nikki was the only girl at the club who didn't wear heels. For one thing she was tall enough as it is?6'2"; for another she abhorred them. "How girls can walk around in those things," she'd been known to say, "let alone dance in them, is beyond me."

"I guess you're very lucky," Nikki now preened.

"Guess I fucking am. I love that sweet ass of yours, Nikki."

To which she, frowning again, insecurely, peered over a bra-strapped left shoulder. "Really? Too flat. Not my strong point, darling."

"When my cock's in it it is."

"Oh well, yes, maybe...," Nikki smiled. "Get you another drink?"

"One more. One for the road," holding his squat bourbon glass out. "Thanks, my dear."

"My pleasure," Nikki the flirty waitress said, showing off her strong point?points?as she sauntered away: a pair of black-stockinged legs that, as the expression goes, went on forever. Especially in the pantyhose, which, unlike the thigh-highs most girls wore, continued the legs they sheerly covered right up into ass's curve, the glutes, making for a kind of mental, erotic infinity. All we sometimes know on earth. Or care to know about.

Nikki returned from her apartment kitchen wearing that same omnipresent, effervescent smile. Giving him his two hundred dollars' worth, she hoped. Beneath her platinum-blonde, a bob-cut, with the eyebrow-grazing bangs and the forward side curls nearly reaching to her lips...GOD, Nikki looked cute.

The man, however, being a man and reaching for his Beam on the rocks, chose to point out a deficiency. "Too bad you don't have tits, hon."

"Oh. Well..."

"You'd be the complete package. I'd love to be able to reach under and feel 'em while I'm fucking you. Or," he went on alternately, "you on your back. Feelin' 'em while I fuck you, those delicious legs of yours wrapped around beykoz escort me." He drank.

"You know," Nikki said confessionally, tugging at the pantyhose's thin black waistband, "I had a man, another admirer who?"

"At the club?"

She nodded before continuing: "He offered to pay for my boob job. Said he knew the best plastic surgeon in town, personal friend of his, and he'd be glad to set me up with him. Nice man," Nikki added.

"What happened?"

Nikki shrugged. "He was a regular for a while, very generous...then he, like, disappeared."

"Typical guy," the typical man said, before draining his glass down to the ice again. "Fucker. Big talker up until the time comes to lay out the cash."

"No," Nikki said in his defense, "I think he was serious. He?"

"Yeah whatever," the man on the bed said dismissively, after attempting to extract more watery bourbon from the ice.

"I'll get you another," Nikki offered.

"No," the naked man said, at last rising from his saggy perch. "I'm technically on duty."

"Are you? Still?"

"Yeah. But who wants to deal with riots and all that crazy shit? I'd rather," the man smiled, "hang out at strip clubs and watch beautiful girls dance and then take one home and fuck her up the ass."

"I'm glad you don't like riots," Nikki smiled at her date, over a shoulder.

"Where the fuck are my clothes?" the blinking, sated, drunken cop asked.

"In the livingroom, hon. I'll get them for you."

"You're a fucking...princess, honey. I mean really. What would I do without you?"

"If you feel that way," a bending, retrieving Nikki said, "you should come back sometime."

"I intend to. Need a reservation?"

"You know where I work."

"Cut out the middleman. Straight from the..."

"I'm not a discount house."

"Two hundred dollars on a cop's salary? That's steep, hon."

"Maybe we could work something out," Nikki conceded, bending again, as if collecting random keepsakes from the ruins of a tornado. Or the clothes with the man no longer inside. "Here, darling."

"I like the darling part. I like it when caddebostan escort you bend over...," the man's hand now between the backs of Nikki's slender thighs. "I like those little balls," he said, as he fondled?pinched?them through layers of sheer nylon and microfiber. "I like your cock, too, hon. Does it ever get hard?"

Nikki rose up. She turned. Now they were face to face, her date and her, and he could feel and caress her/his genitals from the front. "Of course I do," Nikki smiled.

"But not during sex?"

"No."

"When you're being fucked."

"No."

"Too bad...," the cop stumbled, hand losing its focus. "I'd like to jack you off while I'm fucking you. We could both have orgasms."

"Oh I had an orgasm tonight, darling. Just not the kind you're talking about."

The man?the cop?detective?whatever he was, plain-clothes...was nearly dressed. He looked a slanting wreck, but... "Oh yeah?"

"Yeah."

"On me?"

"I haven't fucked anybody else tonight have I?"

"Not that I know of."

"You're naughty," Nikki flirted, anxious, nevertheless, to get rid of her after-hours date. It was fucking four a.m.

"You have no idea."

"Get back to your riots."

"Fuck that," the man frowned. "I'm headed to the nearest 24-hour diner. Want to join me?"

"No."

"No?"

"No. Thanks."

"See you in a few weeks?" They were at Nikki's apartment door. He was fondling her again, caressing her cock through the thin layers. A parting gesture, it seemed. A somewhat arrogant one. It seemed.

"I hope so," Nikki replied.

"Gotta go out and...drum up two hundred bucks, y'know? Shake down some losers?"

"Be gentle," the door about to close. "See ya. Bye..."

More than anything at this moment Nikki wanted to soak in a warm tub. She was no "spring chicken" anymore and five hours of dancing, standing, flirting and crouching over men's crotches in the VIP room left her girly legs feeling like rubber. Old, spent, dry rubber. And then on top of that bending over for a man in bed for a half hour? Jesus, Mary and Joseph!

"Hey! Juss one minute...," this latter-day Columbo said through the door crack, which again opened about the width of a drawn face. "One thing..."

"What, hon?" Nikki impatiently asked, forcing a smile.

"Boob job. Curious. How much it...coss?"

"More than you got," Nikki, shutting the door, was tempted to say.