Venom

Venom Venom

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Venom is new in Las Vegas, but she has her eyes on big things... she's going to become the hottest, richest and most desired stripper on the Strip, and no one, man or woman, is going to get in her way!

Summary

Venom is new in Las Vegas, but she has her eyes on big things... she's going to become the hottest, richest and most desired stripper on the Strip, and no one, man or woman, is going to get in her way!

Chapter1 (v.1) - Dancing in the dark

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Venom is new in Las Vegas, but she has her eyes on big things... she's going to become the hottest, richest and most desired stripper on the Strip, and no one, man or woman, is going to get in her way, not even her best friend or the man she calls her soul mate.

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Submitted: February 05, 2014

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Nobody was in the club, no one sat in the ugly padded chairs that surrounded the stage (HER stage), not a soul was there to watch her as she practiced her moves on the pole, as she swung giddily around and around with its brassy, cold hardness between her legs, head down and hair flying wildly through the air. She had heard another girl say once that she always thought of the pole as being a great big penis that she danced around, making it get hard and lifting her up high in the air. But right now all she could think was how much she’d like a real penis between her legs, warm and with is joyful hardness cushioned beneath soft skin, not like this chilly metal that dragged at her thighs as she twirled. This was her least favorite time, the empty times filled with nothing but practice, but she came religiously every working day before the club opened. 

“Religiously!” she thought sarcastically one day when she reflected on how much work her dancing cost her. When she was a 16 year old teen, a faithful Christian girl with a new virginity ring on her finger and a pledge not to let a man into her pussy until she married, she and her boyfriend decided to “celebrate” by having a glorious fuck with his cock up her ass. As she had exploded within when her first orgasm came, her head buried in the pillow and the rapid shocks of her boyfriend’s thrusts shaking her body, she could only think that if God hated butt sex, then he was stupid and couldn’t be God. She had thought of that “revelation” later that night, after her boyfriend had slipped out of her parents’ house through a back window and she was lying beneath her covers with a deliciously sore asshole and a dreamy smile on her face. When the thought had first come to their hour of fucking, she had grinned at the stupid thought. But now, looking back on that moment, she couldn’t actually find anything wrong with it... God was stupid! 

That was the first step on her way to her new career, which she had begun as soon as she was 18 and could move out of the house. She had moved all the way to Las Vegas, the best place, she thought, to get away from her rigorous Texas Christian upbringing. She told her mother that she had found a job as a waitress in one of the fancy restaurants in the casinos that line the Strip, which was true, but she had left it as soon as she convinced a strip club manager to let her give dancing a try. “You suck”, he had said when he saw her on the stage in her best bikini, trying to move sexily and take off her top in an alluring way. “But you’ll learn... they all do”. 

He told her to come that night and watch the girls who really did know how to dance, which she did. She felt deliciously naughty as she sat hidden in a corner of the club, her first venue and not an especially good one, while the male clientele hunched around the stage and occasionally threw dollars at the dancers. They really did have a way of moving... they would get down on the stage floor and worm their way across it with their asses thrusting into the air and shaking to make their butt cheeks tremble, slapping their own asses to temp the men to do the same. But she also thought they mostly weren’t especially sexy; they were rather robotic, with their empty eyes and bored faces. 

“How are they going to get any money out of these guys?” she wondered to herself then. “If I’m sucking a guy’s cock and I look like I’m doing it because I’m getting paid, how much is the guy going to get off? My eyes have to burn like I’m just barely able to resist the desire to pull his cock all the way down my throat and swallow it out of hunger for his hardness.” Or that’s how she described her thought to her new roommate later that night, when they were both relaxing on their ratty couch in their apartment and talking about the “job”. Her roommate, Joy, was a new stripper too, that Venom had met her second day on the job, as they both sat in the back of the club grumbling about the meager handful of dollars they had managed to collect over the course of the night. 

In order to save money they had agreed to go in together on a cheap, grungy apartment, and they had toasted their first night in their new flat with RC Cola and six-for-a-dollar ramen noodles. And that same night they had pledged to each other that they would become the best strippers in Las Vegas, a city known for having the best, and they gave each other their “stripper names”: Joy would be Tigress, because of the predatory look that her roommate had seen in her eyes, and she herself became Venom, because Joy said “You’ll poison the men with desire!” They laughed, but Venom had thought at that very moment that that is what, in fact, she was going to do: she would become the woman who drove men mad with desire and hunger when she came on stage, making their money hers, and giving her the power over her own life that she had always desired, but never had when she was younger. 


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