Fucking Neighbors: Valentine’s Day

Author: Fafmor

“Miss, there’s a guest who needs your assistance”, said Jerry, one of the security officers. I suppose most strip club patrons call him a bouncers, but I try to keep the atmosphere at the Nymph’s Grove very professional. It was Valentine’s Day, and I knew it was going to be a long night. Hopefully a very profitable one, with guys looking for beautiful woman for company if they weren’t having luck on the dating scene, or preferred to pay for the certainty of at least making it to second or third base for their money. Sometimes it was a couple looking to spice things up a bit – especially on Saturday, and I had hoped with Valentine’s Day falling on a Saturday we’d have a huge amount of business, but in this case, it was neither a lonely guy or a horny couple.

It was Val, a neighbor from down the street, and she was furious. At least she was until she saw me, and then she was stunned. “Missy, you work here?!”.

“Well, I’m the manager, so most folks say I don’t do any real work, I just collect the money”, I said in a very soft but joking tone. She was a volcano of rage, and I really wanted to defuse the situation, whatever it was. “But that doesn’t matter now, I can tell you’re really upset – how can I help?”

“The mother fucking bastard told me he’s working late. He can’t make our date tonight. It’s urgent business, and he’s not sure how long he’s going to be gone, and the fucking bastard is here with some woman. His fucking car is in the fucking parking lot.”

Hmm, it was probably best to avoid mentioning that Duane had thoroughly and delightfully screwed me two weeks ago – she seemed like the possessive sort.

“Working? It’s a Saturday?”

“I know. He fed me some bull about a big project, new client, and I didn’t think nothing of it until I found out he was here. With a woman.”

Normally the protocol for a jealous wife or girlfriend was simple – get them the hell out, being polite if possible, using security if necessary, but making damn sure they didn’t get in the club to cause any mischief. But I knew Val, and when business and personal lives collide in my world, it’s never simple.

Anyways, I had no clue that he was here or who he was with. I did, however, have a number of concealed security cameras that offered a pretty thorough view of the place. I also had an old fashion mini-bar, just like in the olden days, when offering someone a drink at work was socially correct, rather than an unthinkable abomination. Val looked like she could use a drink.

“Val, we’ll sort this out, and if he is cheating on you here, we’ll make him pay. But let’s catch our breath and figure out where exactly he’s at, and what the fool is doing. Would you like vodka, tequila, or scotch?”. I’m a white wine girl myself, but she needed something a bit stronger, and when she didn’t respond, I just mixed her a Belvedere cosmo, made a smaller, weaker one for myself, and assessed the situation via video from my desk.

He was here. Sal, his boss, as well, and they each had a date brought from the outside (not one of my dancers). They were off to the side, with a decent view of the main stage. Their dates were snuggled in pretty close, Sal’s had her hand up his shirt. Why the hell did they pull this on Valentine’s Day, and not a regular weekday when they’d never be missed?

Val had drained her drink, and was trying to look at what my monitors were showing – luckily my monitors are nearly impossible to see unless you’re seated directly in front. I quickly flicked it to a different scene, refilled her drink, and started thinking about how to handle this. I noticed we had a lot of Mardi Gras decorations up – it was at the end of the month. In particular, the masks gave me an idea.

“Well, what’s sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander. Val, you’ve got a damn sexy body – why don’t we make him jealous – make him realize what he’s missing – you’ve got a hell of a lot better bod than that bitch does”. She did have a good body, five foot seven, 130-140 lbs, and C or D cups with firm breasts. I saw her jogging quite often, so I knew she kept in shape. “But we’ll keep in disguise”, handing her a mask, “although I suspect your man will recognize your naked body. Let’s mess with him”.

It’s not like we didn’t have a bit of revolving door for dancers. Sure, we focused on our regulars – both dancers and customers, but there were always dancers from out of town who’d work a weekend or special event. She had on 4 inch heels – apparently dressed for Duane, who was a tall man. I had a spare red romper that would work. I walked her over to Rhea, our house mom, and explained my plan. When I started dancing an eon ago, Rhea was a slightly more experienced girl at my first club, and we’ve been together ever since. She told me I was crazy, but went along anyways.

As Val went off to the dressing room to get her makeup and hair done, I stopped by the DJ and explained the Mardi Gra promotion bit to do with the new dancer, “Valkyrie”. Then back to the office to catch up on real work, like the screwed up liquor delivery from this afternoon. I surfered through the video monitors, checking if anything had changed with Duane (nope), and then almost bolted out of my chair when I saw my lover, Leslie, here with the next door neighbors Stan and Jeannie. What the hell – was it block party at the strip club tonight?

But I guess it made sense – Leslie was probably a bit bored, and Stan and Jeannie were fun to play with, and getting progressively more fun as Jeannie learned to lighten up a bit. Then it was back to check on Val, who was looking drop-dead gorgeous. Rhea was explaining the rules of the club to her, and we were both praying she didn’t break them too badly. “Avoid talking to folks” (advice I’d NEVER give a real dancer – funny, clever, articulate communication meant more to a dance career than breast size or weight), “because we don’t want Duane to know for certain who you are. Keep your voice very low, sultry if you do have to talk, and when they tip just say ‘Thank you’ and give them a light kiss. And don’t let him get you alone – Jerry from security will keep a close eye on things, but don’t provoke anything”.

Then the DJ announced Valkyrie, promising amazing new sights and delights for the Tuesday Mardi Gras party on the 24th, and Val walked down the stage, strutting her stuff like there was no one else so fine, hidden behind a eye mask. I turned to watch Duane, and when he finished chatting with Sal and the gals, and he caught a glimpse of the stage, he did a double take and then stared. If he got up, I was going to have Jerry intercept him, but he was as still as a statue, as if trying to summon forth X-ray vision to see who was behind that mask.

Even during the first song, which is done without removing the top, she had attracted quite a number of tippers. Richard, one of the regulars and a connoisseur of dancers, gave her a twenty and said he wanted a lap dance in the VIP room from her. Leslie, Jeannie, and Stan were all slipping singles into her garter. As the song ended, she untied the romper at the neck, and slowly revealed her breasts. Her areolas were large and dark brown, with firm thick nipples. She seemed to be really enjoying the attention from the steady stream of gentlemen (and a few ladies) coming by with money. Duane just sat there, bug-eyes, ignoring the girl he was with.

After she had finished on the main stage, there were two more stages for her to do, and then one in the VIP room. Richard followed her like a puppy looking for a home, tipping generously for each dance. I enjoyed watching her dance – she had a good sense of rhythm, and enjoyed interacting sensually with the customers. My concern about her running into other folks she knew seemed unnecessary – the folks there weren’t going to let anyone in on our secret.

Some interruptions came up, and by the time I had finished dealing with them, Val was sitting on Richard’s lap in the VIP room, sipping champagne and rubbing his cock through his trousers. I was careful to be discrete, but they seemed obvious to anyone other than each other. I’d heard from the various dancers that Richard had a huge dick, and Val certainly seemed amoured with it. She danced for him, letting him grope her breasts, lick her nipples, and pushed her panties to the side, offering him a glimpse of her soaking pussy. She unbuttoned his shirt, stroking his nipples as he stroked hers, and then knelt down, kissing his shaft from his trousers. Then she reached down his pants, gripping it as she danced, jerking it thru and fro, as his eyes rolled in ectasy. She kept a frantic pace, and it wasn’t long until he blasted off, filling her hand with his warm goo.

She stayed for a few more songs, sitting in his lap, chatting as if nothing unusual had happened, and then discretely ducked off to the restroom to clean up. He did the same. Duane, Sal, and the two gals had attracted a few dancers over the time, but Duane seemed distracted, and Sal seemed more interested in Val than any available dancers. The gals were looking bored – the initial titallating shock of being in a strip club had worn off, and their dates weren’t paying attention to them. Leslie, Jeannie, and Stan were having a grand time – two of the dancers, Sapphire and Bombay, had been with them for awhile and alternating lap dances between the three of them. Sapphire and Bombay, as the names suggested, were a pair – always together since the day they applied to the club. Customers loved their lesbian makeout dances – their was a genuine hotness to their relationship – an underlying tension that at any moment, they would decide to screw the rules and fuck each other like animals.

When Val emerged from the washroom, Sal broke off from the group and pursued her. He convinced her to give him a private dance in the VIP room. I couldn’t tell if he had recognized her as Duane’s wife – the two had undoubtably met before, but with the mask and unusual surroundings, I don’t know if he could tell who she was, or if he was just driven by normal male desire. Regardless, soon she was grinding in his lap as he reached around and rubbed her nipples between his thumbs and fingers. Duane hadn’t noticed where Sal had disappeared to, and Sapphire and Bombay had moved over to his table, chatting with the girls and getting ready to dance for them. Things were definitely heating up there, but with Duane left out in the cold and stuck paying the bill.

I went over to Leslie and neighbors to welcome them to the club and wish them a Happy V-day. I’ve been busy as hell for the past couple of days, but I promised Leslie we’d spend tomorrow relaxing in bed together. After I finished there, I went back to my office and noticed a light flashing on my desk. One of the silent alarms on the back area had been set off – we were remodeling that part of the club for future expansion, and it was closed off to customers, but someone had ignored the signs and gone back there.

Looking at the security monitors, I found it was Sal and Val – they had snuck back there, and Sal was sitting on a chair, his pants down to his ankles, as Val blew him. Through the grainy black and white footage, I could see her head bobbed up and down on his cock, his hands on her head as he directed her pace. It didn’t take long before he shot his load down her throat. He then pulled down her sequined panties, and positioned her to lean against a table, her legs spread wide, and penetrated her hard from behind. If there had been audio, I’m sure I would have heard her cry out as his thick prick quickly split her vagina and sunk deep inside. He pounded her with intesity as she braced herself, taking thrust after thrust. Her legs quivered in a mix of pleasure and pain, and I was uncertain if if he was being too rough with her and I should interfer, but she didn’t struggle. After a few minutes, he leaned forward and grabbed her arms, holding them behind her as if cuffing her, while he continued to pumel her pussy. Then he tensed up, his legs rigid as he filled her cunt with his cum. After he was drained, he pulled up his pant, tossed a few twenties on the desk beside her panting body, and walked out.

Awhile later, Val was back in the VIP lounge, entertaining Richard, along with Sapphire and Bombay. Duane had gotten bored and left with their dates, and Sal was seeing what other action he could find. As the club got ready to close at 2am, I convinced Val to take a ride home from me, since she was in no shape to drive, and Leslie could drive her car home. Normally, I’d stay late and help shut things down, but Val was pretty wasted and I didn’t want her coming into trouble.

When we got to her house, I helped her to the door. Duane was up, and pissed that his wife had been out till 2am doing who knows what, but the presence of a third party, namely me, seemed to keep him from acting overly angry. He was also horny, having spent the night watching beautiful woman dance nearly naked for everyone but him, and I suspect he didn’t get very far with his date. Val, drunk and still a bit used to being on stage, interrupted his rant about how she should have been home waiting for him by unbuttoning his jeans, and then pulling them down. She pushed him onto the sofa, quickly undid her skirt, pulled her panties to the side, and mounted him.

He shut up, lost in lust as she rode him. She shed her blouse and bra, and placed his hands on her tits to rub them. She leaned back, resting her hands on his knees, getting the full penetration of his cock up her cunt. Both of them completely forget I was there. She pumped slow but steady, in no hurry for him to cum. Likewise, he seemed content to enjoy the moment, gradually getting closer and closer to climax but without urgency. Finally, he began to draw in deep breaths, and she increased her pace, until he groaned in release, cumming deep inside her.

I left myself out and made my way down the street to my house. I found Jeannie, Stan, and Leslie all naked in the living room, with Jeannie wearing a strap on I hadn’t seen before. Apparently it was a sexually fulfilling night for everyone but me. Oh well, there was always tomorrow.

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