Loosening Up Bk. 05 Ch. 01-04

Cricket struggled trying to get her hands to her breasts so she could massage her tits. Finally, she slowly undid the necktie and dropped the vest and shirt as the music played, all being set on the chair. She rubbed all over her clothing some more and then pulled the bra up over her head and tossed it to the chair. Her generous breasts swung free, and the audience gasped in appreciation. She shook her assets from side to side and then started to caress them in a loving manner. She even brought the nipple on each breast to her mouth to kiss and lick.

Cricket had magnificent nipples. That night they were standing erect atop their large pinkish areolas, and those at the forefront of firm, full breasts. Her narrow hips and small stature augmented their apparent size.

She started rubbing again, this time clearly relishing being able to fondle her own breasts. She pulled at her nipples and obviously was stimulated in erotic ways by what she was doing. Her sexual moan could be heard across the club. Dave knew she liked breast play. Occasionally, she'd check to be sure no one was going to catch her playing with herself.

She continued to fumble beneath her short skirt to rub her pussy. That, in turn, obviously motivated her to undo the skirt, let it drop to the stage, and then she bent, shimmied her breasts in their pendulous state, and picked up the skirt to add to her pile of clothing on the chair. All the time she was dancing and keeping time to the music with a sexy swaying of her hips and body.

She slowly peeled off the knee socks, but put the Mary Jane shoes back on; the effect was interesting and heightened the speculation that she was underage to be doing this because of how she looked. Of course, she'd lasered the hair from her pussy area so almost looked prepubescent.

Cricket slowly inched the panties down her thighs revealing the day-glow green thong. The panties went on the pile. She danced some more, coming right to the edge of the stage where several guys tried to reach out and touch her. She acted oblivious to them and avoided their touches.

Eventually, she slowly pushed the thong down her legs. She walked around the edge of the stage holding the tiny garment out almost as bait. A steady flurry of paper money followed her as it got tossed on the stage by grateful patrons. Eventually, she tossed the panties to Dave who made a show of smelling the crotch so that everyone laughed. Cricket smirked slightly.

Cricket put both hands into her own nether region. Finally, completely naked except for her funky shoes she whirled around the pole, did some dips and dives, and danced in a very sexy way, using the pole as a base. She was truly beautiful. She ignored the comments and catcalls from the cruder men in the audience.

The stage filled with money being tossed up by patrons, many of whom were Circle members. Cricket ignored the money, but always moved to dance close to a contributing patron, even spreading her labia for him to show the man deep into her pink.

Cricket's hands roamed over her body in a showy display of masturbation without really doing the act. The artistic simulation was not lost on the audience. Finally, the music she'd chosen rose to a crescendo, and as it did, Cricket made her body pause as though reaching a crest, and then she started to shudder and quake as her climax hit her. She bent over as part of her reaction to the orgasm, even holding onto the chair to steady herself. At that point there was final strong beat to the music, and the lights went out for ten seconds. When they came back on Cricket was gone.

Jim came out from backstage and led the audience in a thunderous round of applause for the newcomer to the Club Ecstasy stage. Cricket appeared with a towel wrapped around her body, and made a polite curtsey to the audience that again displayed all her assets. Jim urged the crowd to reward Cricket's performance, and several more bills were tossed on stage. He moved around and picked up the cash, as he told people through his microphone that another 'volunteer' would be along in a few minutes. He did note that Cricket had said she'd do lap dances, and he reminded the horny men in the audience that the minimum rate was forty dollars – no touching, and that they could get a private and longer session for sixty.

Cricket appeared wearing her little green thong and a gossamer robe, and started to wander through the crowd. One group of young men stopped her, passed her some money that she put in a pocket of the robe, and then she approached one of the men and mounted his lower body as he layback in his chair. She writhed and squirmed around his midsection, whispering dirty talk to the man, as the music played. Her crotch was often in solid contact with the bulge in his pants.

Towards the end of the song, many in the club heard the young man say, "Fuck. You made me cum, bitch." Cricket laughed, kissed the man, and then dismounted. There was a wet spot on his slacks right where she'd been doing most of the rubbing. She whispered a few more things to him, no doubt soothing words, and resumed her wandering of the club floor.

Eventually, she got to Dave and just mounted him without asking. Dave smiled up at her. "You were fabulous."

Cricket said, "I am so horny I'm about to explode. Buy me. Let me take you to the back room so you can fuck my lights out."

"Deal," he replied.

Cricket dismounted again, took Dave by the hand as he stood, and led him off. Several in the Circle teased him and made naughty tsk-tsk sounds as he passed. Others in the club took that as permission to do the same.

The room just off the main club and stage area was small, probably meant as a storage room for the bar or for cleaning supplies. It had been painted white, some indirect lighting added, and a large, comfortable, overstuffed chair added along with a small table.

Cricket stripped off her panties and the robe, undid Dave's pants, and then inhaled his cock – sucking on the beast until it better resembled the end of a policeman's long baton than a flaccid cock. She pushed him back in the chair, mounted, and sunk her shaft onto him.

Cricket moaned, "Oh, God, you are sooooo nice inside me. You belong there ALL the time."

Cricket praised Dave and his sexual equipment, as well as pledging her love to him for all of time. She told him she would do this anytime, anywhere, and anyway he wanted her to, so long as she could just love him this way. The kisses were extraordinary and over the top. He'd never seen her so worked up, and her ardor tickled his and raised it to new levels.

They were energetic lovers, extending their tryst to over fifteen minutes before they both crested together and he filled her love cavern with a gallon of his man fluid. Cricket groaned and moaned in pleasure and satisfaction, not that Dave wasn't doing the same.

The couple took a few minutes to come down from their peaks, and for their physiologies to return to near normal before stirring from each other's arms. They both shared words of love for the other as they cuddled. Cricket found a few towelettes in the drawer of a small table in the room and they cleaned themselves as best they could. Cricket made an absorbent pad and slipped her panties back on.

Dave asked, "Where are your clothes? What'd you wear to the club?"

Cricket laughed, "You saw me take it all off onstage."

"I would have noticed you dressed that way in the car."

"Oh, I had on a longer skirt I left with Alice as well as one of your dress shirts that covered up everything. I knew I was going to dance and strip. Alice and Pam told me how much fun it was to be a total exhibitionist in front of strangers. By the way, that was real orgasm I had on stage. I was – I am so worked up."

"Let's go find your clothes."

The couple left the small 'entertainment' room, and went to a larger dressing room. Jim had brought her clothes into the room. Dave waited outside while Cricket went in and dressed since some of the other amateurs were inside looking at outfits they might wear at the start of their routines. A few minutes later she came out in her little girl, parochial student outfit. They walked through the club back to seats where Dave had been sitting. There was more applause and offers for lap dances that Cricket turned down with a smile and a touch of sweetness to the man. She had a way about her.

Jim came by the table with an envelope stuffed with cash that he presented to her. He said, "Congratulations, you made over four-hundred dollars. That's the kind of money Christie makes. You should consider coming more often."

Cricket blushed, "I'll consider it. It was fun, but others need a turn."

Jim Danforth and Lisa Taggart strolled onto the patio about nine-thirty Sunday morning. Dave saw them and quickly got their orders for breakfast and asked them to sit with him.

As Jim neared Dave said loudly, "Why didn't you say you'd bought into the Club Ecstasy?"

Jim laughed, "It's not the most reputable place in town, but it makes a lot of money. I was surprised Owen let me buy in with him."

"Are you another billionaire?"

"Huh? Hardly. Why?"

"Oh, it's just that the two other owners of the club are. Owen's worth several billion, and he told me last night the other partner in the club is Mark Worthington. He's got to be worth between fifty and a hundred billion according to Owen."

"Holy shit. No, I didn't know that, only that a guy named Mark wanted to maintain controlling interest, so he retained fifty-one percent of the stock. I had heard his last name but didn't associate the owner of a strip club with the multi-billionaire. Owen and I split the rest. Shit, now that I know that, the transaction was pocket change to those two, but ate up most of my investment funds. I'd hung out there years ago and saw the potential for it to become even more popular. I talked to Owen about my ideas to improve the place about a month or so ago, right here on this patio, and suddenly I owned a quarter interest in a nightclub strip joint. I got the feeling he was well off, but nowhere near that well heeled. The same with Mark."

Lisa said, "Enough of this talk about business. Kiss me." She plopped down in Dave's lap, put an arm around his neck, and reeled him in for some hot French kisses. Jim laughed.

Dave didn't object, but when she was through he said, "Careful, or your boyfriend will think we have something going on between us."

"We do!" she said with a laugh. "I told him all about it – about you; about everybody. Of course, he was balls deep in my little cunny when I was doing the telling. You know I like kinky stuff like that. Heck, most of the Circle does and you're all exhibitionists and voyeurs. He knows I love sex and have found a steady supply right here."

Jim shook his head, "It really doesn't bother me. I have no liens on Lisa."

"Nor do I," Dave assured him. "I love her and I know she loves you in a special way, and that it isn't anything serious – or so she said."

"I'm not the easiest guy to get along with. I seem to have a problem with change. I did all right in the military; I just followed orders. Once I got out it seemed my ex always wanted to change something, mostly me. It drove me crazy. The club is kind of my rebellion. The idea of it drives her crazy now." He smiled diabolically.

Dave chuckled, "And so going into business with a nightclub won't have any changes? I think you may be in for a rude awakening."

"What do you think will change?"

"YOU'LL need to change your advertising, meal menus, décor, employees, dance routines, employees, personnel practices, your accounting, how you treat your customers and VIPs, music, the bouncers, and about everything else I didn't mention. You'll want to reinvest, but your co-owners will want dividends and profits to share. You will have to constantly do things to pump up attendance. Business is all about change and getting a share of your customers' minds."

"But some of that stuff is outside my control. That may frustrate me, but I can cope. It's when someone else is trying to change ME – how I dress, my values, the way I speak, or what I do for fun. If I'M the one making the changes, that's okay." He chuckled at that bit of wisdom.

Lisa said, "He's not as bad as he makes himself out to be. He thinks he's one of these guys whose motto at work will be 'The beatings will continue until morale improves' but he's calm, cool, collected, and takes time to work out problems and solutions with everybody I've seen, especially his employees. He's also generous. Ask your little girlfriend Christie; I know she's in love with Jim."

Dave smiled and said to Jim, "Lots of things change in the Circle, but in a way they are contained. Hang around with us and see what you think of this environment. I don't think anyone here will try to change you too much."

Lisa said, "Totalchange of subject, if I may. I have two other nurse friends that I think might enjoy the Circle. One is about my age and the other is around thirty-two. Their names are Melanie – but everyone calls her Mel, and Stephanie or Steph. Can I bring them around? Do you think some more nurses would like the Circle?"

Dave shrugged, "I can't predict anything about what they'll think about us. My suggestion is to first see what they think about sex. You know how central that is to our lifestyle. If they're skittish about that – especially group sex and exhibitionism, they probably wouldn't fit in well here. Another thing to sense is how possessive they are about someone they like; do they want exclusivity and absolute fidelity, or do they see those traits as able to apply in a larger scheme with lots more people involved."

"Good idea," Lisa said. "Anything else?"

Dave said, "They'd have to not be too judgmental about anybody's lifestyle or what they do – AND they can't try to change Jim." He poked at his new friend. "One way to sense that is whether they're prone to gossip about the scandals in someone else's life – an affair with a doctor, trouble at home, or that sort of thing. Another is how empathic and compassionate they are. Lastly, this is a very social environment. We're all in the Circle because we like to socialize with each other in many ways. Yes, we have a few introverts, but with their friends they're more open and trusting. Roy is a good example of that."

Jim said, "I'm glad I'm hearing this discussion. It kind of puts me on notice about whether any of those things are important to me or not. So far, so good."

The first Wednesday in July, Nancy stuck her head in Dave's office just after lunch. He nodded and she said, "We got a big one brewing off the west coast of Africa. NOAA thinks the conditions are right for a major hurricane to develop, and for it to make it into the Gulf of Mexico in about ten days. It's a slow mover. They've been looking at all the prevailing winds and other weather systems that would bump it in some other direction, but it looks like a long straight shot west.

"Does it have a name?" Dave asked.

"Not yet. A number, and it's only a tropical depression, but it's slowly moving west over a very warm ocean."

Dave thought and said, "Well, we'll keep an eye on it. Not much we can do today."

"We did well on the tropical storm," Nancy observed.

"Fortunately, it wasn't all that much of a wallop, plus it was fast moving so there wasn't much flooding. We barely got any work orders out of it from the Texas utilities. It was a good rehearsal for something more powerful, however."

Nancy waved and went back to work.

Owen sat down next to Dave and set a fresh bottle of beer in front of him. As Dave picked his up, the two men clinked their bottles together in greeting and thanks. Dave had heard his medium-size corporate jet arrive about forty-five minutes earlier.

"How goes the world of the rich and famous?" Dave teased as Owen sat.

"Pretty good. I have an interesting request for you from someone you met a few months ago. A very pretty woman, I might add."

Dave snorted, "I'm all ears and all willingness to help out. Who?"

"Scarlett Johansson. I was in L.A. this past week and went to a cocktail party she was also at. She just finished up a movie, and wanted a unique vacation. She remembered the Circle and Sarasota, and decided that this is what she wants for a week or two. She's social. I'm afraid we got to talking at length. She pried a lot out of me about the Circle and you specifically."

"Surely, you gest," Dave said in disbelief. "You told her more about the Circle and about our lifestyle and philosophy and she still wanted to visit? From her point of view, I bet we're pretty mundane or way too uninhibited to be of interest. Plus, why she'd be interested in me defies definition."

"She said that the two of you talked for over almost an hour when she was here at Halloween, and that every word you said piqued her interest in the Circle and this way of life – and you. She is genuinely infatuated with you, too. The two of us ended up talking about this place and you for almost two hours at a Hollywood party – between many interruptions, of course."

"Two hours! You must have been hard up for things to talk about. Say, I don't think I ever mentioned the sex other than by oblique reference and talking about how we're nonexclusive, although I did tell her I had four wives and had 'intimate' relationships with other women that lived in the Circle; no details though. I tried to gloss over anything like that, but still tell the truth. I would think our open sexuality would blow her off the planet when she finds out. She seemed like a pretty straight arrow. She'll want to go home after learning about that."

"She's more liberal and easy going than you think," Owen smirked. "I did get kind of explicit with her so that while she's here our activities wouldn't be a surprise or an embarrassment. Give me a break; I know not to spring this place on someone with the wrong mindset. I was pretty blunt – very blunt, in fact. Without using names I happened to tell her how you pranked Karen when you led that group orgy in the gazebo right outside her bedroom window. I eventually told her about our Friday and Saturday night group sex sessions." He laughed.

"What about our requirement about new people arriving with a fresh test? How would we communicate that to her? We all abide by that." Dave laughed, "I can see it now. Oh, yes, Scarlett, there's one more requirement before you come through our gates again to visit; you have to get tested for STDs because WEmightwant to make love to you. Yeah, that'd go over really well, especially the use of the plural pronoun. Fat chance anything like that happening."

Owen smirked, "She's not as stupid as you're implying. She figured out a lot about the Circle just by observing your behavior and reading between the lines of what you told her. She said something about understanding the way things were here as much from what you said as what you didn't say but skirted around. She asked questions that showed me she'd figured out a lot."

"If she's serious, I guess I should talk to her before she comes."

A feminine voice from behind Dave said, "I'm serious, and what would you say to me? I hope it's not 'Don't come'; it's too late for that – I'm here – hiding out. Would you tell her that she should have a fresh STD test so she didn't bring any Hollywood cooties to your Circle?" There was feminine laughter.

Dave slowly turned to see who was talking, and there stood Scarlett Johansson holding out a piece of paper to him and smiling. The paper clearly indicated it had come from a lab in Santa Monica. She laughed at him as his head bobbed between the paper and her grinning face.