DANCE UNTIL TOMORROW

CHAPTER 1

It was a seedy place; the sort of place that wasn't too worried about whether the ID matched the person, or how old someone was as long as the police didn't ask questions... And if they did the police would have to answer questions - like why are they in a seedy little strip club at the edge of town, because there was usually at least three officers there on any given night.

Which is why there were a group of boys huddled in a corner quietly cheering at having gotten passed the bouncer with fake ID's in the middle of August. The main room was quite large, smelled like smoke, cheap alcohol, barely any lighting, and had the distinct aroma of stale sperm. It happened every year according to the other girls; groups of boys - usually from 3 to 10 depending on how adventurous they were - would descend on the club in the last weeks of Summer vacation so they could brag when they went back to school that they'd seen a naked woman. Not that many - if any - of them would know what to do with a real woman if they were given the chance. When I heard that I became nervous - even more nervous than having to work here made me. What if someone who knew me came here? Sure the place was known for not being the best place to work and only the seediest and most high profile men came here - politicians wouldn't go to an upmaket place for fear of being seen and outed. Any of the boys from this Summer were too young to know me and the men too secretive to care.

"Freshies." Kaley hissed, glancing at the group who were obviously too young to be here, probably too young to even drive.

"How many?" Lea didn't even look away from her mirror to see the boys. Were they used to it? Was this just another day at the club for them? Didn't they care that those boys were probably barely even into puberty?

"Five." Kaley answered, turning back away from the curtain. Five boys who weren't even old enough to shave yet. "Including a birthday boy." I kept watching as the boys made their way to a table at one of the stages, trying to act cool. I'd been here for only a couple of months and I hated the feeling of degradement, but the money was too good to walk away. I had rent, bills, school and a day job that didn't even begin to cover the expenses.
The boys talked in hushed, excited whispers as they looked at the line-up for tonight. It was a menu really. There was a drinks menu at the bar, but the real menu anyone cared about was the nights line-up of girls they could order. It was easy to see which one was the birthday boy from how they all acted, the one in the middle with the messy hair, olive complexion and bright pink cheeks that all the others were teasing.

When the drumroll started I retreated back into the dressing room, Tommy was about to announce the first dancer of the night. The men outside got rowdy and loud as the drumroll went on before Tommy's voice filtered over the speakers. Kaley blew a kiss at me with a wink as her stage name was announce and she checked her make up. I was the new girl, before me it was Lea last year.

The people who worked here were all nice, just like me, trying to pay their bills. The girls were all close and really good friends, the bouncers and owner always made sure the coast was clear for us to leave in the morning and that we got home okay, the bartenders all kept an eye on the crowd when we were performing to make sure no-one was causing a disturbance.

"Stewart!" Tommy caught my attention when I was carefull dusting the glitter on my body. I guess that was one thing about working here, I didn't seem to have a sense of modesty much anymore. I'm pretty sure every male cop in town had seen me dance this Summer. "You've got an order." I was surprised, they usually went for the more experienced girls for the private dances, I hadn't actually had one on my own before - I'd shared with one of the other girls before, but never on my own. "Fresh meat's birthday." I nodded and let him lead me out the side of the dressing room, shooting a nervous look to Lea who gave me a reassuring one in response.

"What's the order?" I checked the tassels hanging from my bra.

"Friends pooled for a show and blow." Tommy replied, guiding me into one of the private rooms. The one dance I'd done with Lea in a private room had been a bachelor party and it had taken three days to get the taste of semen out of my mouth. "He's just a kid, more nervous than anything, but you know where the panic button is?" He made sure before leaving me.

I peeked out from behind the curtain - I was right about which one was the birthday boy - to get my bearings of the room before I started the music. The boy was sitting in the chair right in front of the stage, bright red, a tent already forming in his pants and he was rubbing his hands on his jeans nervously.

My cue started and I slunk out of the wings, gliding across the stage to the pole. I could feel his eyes burning into me as I twisted myself around the pole. I heard a gasp when I bent all the way backwards, my hair fanning across the black stage - upside down the boy looked captivated - before folding myself over again with a generous flash of my pussy as I stood back up.

I maneuvered my way to the top of the pole with practiced ease that came from years of dancing. I unhooked my bra and left it at the top as I slid back down, my breasts pushed out to the boy. His mouth was hanging open and his hand was on the tent in his pants. The glitter stickers on my nipples sparkled as I leaned over and blew him a kiss and a wink that just made him lick his lips.
He was kind of a scrawny kid with glasses, slightly curly hair that stuck to his forehead with sweat, somewhere between olive skinned and pale that was blushing brightly, and the glinting silver of braces peeking out from his gaping mouth.
I lowered myself into the splits with another view of my pussy before I leaned forward and reached out, my fingers clawing at the hem of his shirt and tugging on the top of his jeans. He gasped when I pulled the button free and let his zipper click down slowly. I pointedly licked my lips as I got back up, entwining my legs around the pole. My hands massaged my breasts as I slid back down the pole, forcing myself to let out a moan above the music. Nothing men - or boy in this case - liked more than thinking the woman dancing for them was turned on.

In one swift movement my tiny excuse for a skirt was gone leaving me in glitter stickers a tiny black thong. I slid forward off the stage and straddled the boy, feeling his tent press up against my pussy insistently. He let out a low keening sound from the back of his throat and his eyelids drooped, covering half of his brown eyes. They were a very pretty brown; tree bark brown with leafy green flecks and golden spirals. I leaned into him, pushing my breasts into his face and I could practically feel him salivating.

"Little birdy tells me it's your birthday." I cooed in his ear, nipping his earlobe as I pulled away. He nodded dumbly as I ground my pussy down on the tent in his boxers. "What's the big number?" I kept rocking myself against him, I feel heat pooling in my belly.

"Twenty-one." His voice cracked as he spoke, I threw my head back and laughed, pressing my pussy down on his tent more firmly. I wasn't even 21 yet.

"Real age, Baby, I won't tell." I promised, reaching for his hands that were hanging limply at his sides. "If you tell me you can touch." I teased, hovering his hands over my breasts. His breath hitched and I felt him twitch under me as I kept rocking.

"F-fifteen." He finally admitted, flushing hotly.

"Happy birthday." I let his hands settle on my breasts, using mine over his to guide him into massaging me. I could feel my pussy starting to get wet and I unconsciously shivered when his fingers brushed the underside of my tits, making my nipples harden under the stickers. I guess I didn't have to pretend to be turned on for this kid. "Can I give you a present?" I pouted at him seductively which earned me a nod that looked more like he was turning into a bobble head.

I dropped down to my knees in front of him and peeked up through my lashes as I pulled his jeans down a little and the his boxers. He wasn't exactly huge like a horse or a pornstar, but I'd expected a lot smaller for someone who was only 15 today, in fact he could probably give a couple of those bachelor party guys a run for their money in the girth department and he's still growing. He was only about five inches or so long, but for his age I think it was pretty good.
I lowered my head whilst keeping eye contact with him until the head of his hard dick met my lips. He moaned and swore under his breath as I took him into my mouth. My tongue traced the underside of his cock as I moved down, swallowing all of him down until my nose was buried in his curly black pubic hair.
I couldn't help it anymore, I was so wet it was practically seeping through my thong so I let one hand move down between my legs and I slurped on the boys hard dick. My fingers pushed the thong to the side and instantly touch slick, wet arousal. I moaned around the dick in my mouth as I rubbed my fingers over aching clit. The boy groaned and bucked his hips, one of his hands tangling in my hair. I slipped two fingers into my pussy easily from the wetness and moaned again, thrusting them in and out with the motions of sucking the boys dick, my thumb pressing against my clit firmly.

"Oh, fuck, please." The boy begged, I'd been sucking him for a good ten minutes, I was surprised he had the stamina to last this long. I had no doubt that I was the most he'd seen of a woman outside of a computer or magazine, and the only orgasm he'd ever reached had been with his hand before now, but he was lasting quite long. I lifted my mouth from his cock, earning a low whine that made me chuckle and smirk.

"You're making me so wet and horny." I admitted, my breath hot against his erection. "You make me wanna come." I kissed his navel, baring my teeth and biting lightly, making his swear again. "Do you wanna come, Birthday Boy?" My lips were just above his cock again and it twitched at my words.

"Uh huh." He keened desperately, his dark eyes fixed on me.

"How bad do you want to come?" I teased, using the hand that wasn't at my pussy to stroke his cock slowly.

"Real bad." The boy blurted out, his voice cracking again.

"Yeah? Where do you want to come?" I raised an eyebrow at him, surprised he could even respond in words right now considering it was his first blow job. "You want to come on my pussy?" Though it was never actually the pussy for obvious health reasons. "Or my pretty titties?" He bucked his hips again, he was close. So was I. I pressed more firmly against my clit and let out a gasp as I moved my thumb in quirk little circles. "Or do you want to come in my mouth and watch me swallow all that yummy sperm of yours?" I cooed, nudging my nose against the weeping head of his cock.

"Anywhere." He panted, shaking his head from side to side, gripping the side of the chair so hard his knuckles went white, trying to stave off his orgasm. "I don't care. Anywhere... Please?"

"Well, since you asked nicely..." I dropped my head and sucked him back into my mouth, taking him all the way down and making swallowing motions as I moaned, my own orgasm just around the corner. My free hand moved to his balls, pulled tight against his scrotum from his pending orgasm. I cupped his delicate testicles and massaged them. That seemed to set him off as he twitched a couple of times before his hot semen hit the back of my throat. I moved my mouth over his penis, milking his orgasm out of him and swallowing as I went until his 5-incher started to go soft on me. I let his softening cock fall from lips as he panted and gasped, slumped in the seat. I threw my head back and let out a breathless moan as my own orgasm started to creep up on my. I peeked up to see him staring at me his dick still out against his boxers and jeans, his dark eyes staring at me full of lust and hunger until I couldn't look anymore. My orgasm washed over my like a crashing wave, my pussy convulsing around my fingers.

"Wow." The boy whispered after a moment of silence after my orgasm.

"Happy birthday." I straddled him again, dropping my lips down to his and letting him get a taste of himself on my tongue before I pulled away. "Enjoy your night, Baby Boy." I tousled his hair as I stepped away, wrapping my come soaked thong around his limp cock before I sauntered out of the private room, giving him a lovely view of my bare ass as I left.

When I got back to the dressing room I immediately pulled my robe around my naked body, only to be welcomed by a round of applause. I furrowed my brow as I looked around, all the other girls - except Chloe who was probably on stage right now - were applauding me. What for? I felt for a second that they knew I'd gotten myself off, but how could they? I licked my lips, tasting the salty semen... It didn't actually taste as bad as usual, I guess it varied by the man.

"What-what's going on?" I was confused, letting them pull me further into the room.

"First time solo." Lea gave me a half-hug, I flushed, that's what this was about? "You're one of us now, Kid."

"You're a year older than me, Lea." I rolled my eyes, Lea was the second youngest person who worked here at the age of 20. I'm 19, Chloe was 21, the three of us all went to the same college - and were working here to pay for it. The price of higher education...

"Exactly, you're practically a baby." She teased, "so what was he like?"

"Nervous, shy." I shrugged, hopping up on a bench. "I'm the first girl he's seen outside of a computer... Though he did have stamina."

"Probably jacked off before he left home so he could last." Kaley snickered.

"He turned fifteen today, he probably spends half his time with his hand in his pants." I reasoned, I mean, didn't most boys his age?

Okay, so this was a request I recieved:
-Miley Stewart aged 19
-Boy, aged 15
-Set in Tennessee
-NC-17

So the plot is that Miley is a stripper... Do you need much more of a plot point right now?
-Stripper characters just so you have some idea when I'm writing;
-Miley-Miley Cyrus
-Kaley-Kaley Cuoco
-Lea-Lea Michelle
-Chloe-Chloe Bennett
-Boy-Joe Jonas (Circa 2004-2005)

Let me know if you want me to continue it?