The Unwanted Houseguest Rebooted 11

"Get out," said John, wheezing.

Lee hastily tucked his spent penis away and hurried out of the hotel room. "You okay?" asked Beth, snuggling up to the obese black man."

"Yeah, just too old and fat to keep fucking like this."

Beth smiled and fell asleep. She awoke in the middle of the night. Her ass and crotch was a crusty mess of dried semen flakes. Beth got up and took another shower. She slipped back into bed, this time under the covers as the mess was all on top. She awoke again in the morning. John was in the shower. She joined him, kissing his broad black lips before sliding down his body and kneeling in the shower as she sucked his cock back to life, swallowing every drop of his delicious seed a short time later.

Beth got coffee in the lobby while John ate everything in sight at the complimentary continental breakfast. Afterward, he helped her back up into his truck and soon they were pulling out of the parking lot. Lee was back at the intersection, head down, holding up his "homeless" sign. John rolled down his window and held out a wad of bills. "Here's the rest of your money."

"T... thanks," said Lee. "FUCKER"

"Thank you," said John and they pulled back out onto the highway.

The soccer mom in the car behind John's truck saw John handing the homeless man the money and decided to do a good deed also. She pulled a ten out of her purse and lowered her window. "Here you go," she said, smiling as she held the money out.

"BIG BLACK COCK SUCKER!" cried Lee, snatching the ten.

The woman jerked back, hastily raising her window back up.

"What'd he say, mommy?" asked her daughter.

"Ah nothing dear, said the mom driving away.

**********

Lily Whyte

"I appreciate this." Beth hung up the phone and placed it back on the charger on John's dashboard.

"You got a ride?"

"Yeah, driving up from Miami tomorrow morning. I'll just need to find a place to stay tonight."

"I'll pay for a room."

"No thanks, you've done enough for me already," said Beth, smiling at the black man. "If I can get a spot, I should make enough to get my own room. There's the exit."

"You sure you want this one?" asked John. "There are better clubs in Orlando."

"The Cuban in the video with me on the beach is the owner. Throwing his name out should get me a spot dancing." Beth reached over and squeezed John's cock through his pants. She mewled as she felt it swell. "It's close to lunchtime. How about one for the road?"

John winced, lifting her hand off his cock. "Sorry, gotta save some for the wife. She gets antsy when I'm away."

"I understand," she replied. The truck came to a stop outside the Temptations. It was slightly out of the way and smaller than Miami or Tampa's. "Thank you," said Beth, leaning over and kissing John of the cheek.

"I'll walk you out."

John exited the truck and came around to her side, limping and wincing from being cramped in the cab. He helped her down. "Can I get a real kiss?"

Beth came into his arms and kissed the fat old black man with as much passion as she'd shown Titus. "Thanks again," she said, trying to stop herself from pushing her crotch against his bulge. "It's nice to know there are some decent hung men out there."

John laughed. "Trust me, I was a first-class asshole when I was younger. I've mellowed with age."

"Well, I won't forget what you did for me."

"Baby, I'll never forget you either. This was the best haul of my thirty-year career. Plus, I got our movie to remember you by."

"You were right about having a plot." Beth had watched and rewound bits of the movie during the ride this morning. It was mostly responsible for her state of arousal. Lee had done a good job filming, holding the tablet mostly steady though his shouts did take a bit away from the movie. She kissed him again. "Thanks again."

"Good luck to you." John turned and left. He pulled down on the horn as the truck turned back onto the road.

Beth entered the club. There were only a few patrons this early and one topless waitress walking around. One small-breasted stripper was dancing unenthusiastically on the stage only earning a buck or two.

"Excuse me," said Beth as the waitress walked past.

The waitress froze, looking Beth up and down. "Honey, we don't need you coming in here and taking all the money. This place is filled with cheapskates already."

"Is the manager in?" Beth's eyes followed the waitress' finger to a door with an office sign on it. She didn't bother thanking the rude woman as she walked over to the office. She knocked, opening the door when a voice told her to come in. The man behind the desk had his feet up and a game controller in his hands. He was playing a shooter game on a large TV. He was a non-descript, very average looking twenty-something with a scruffy beard and an already balding pate. "Excuse me?"

"What?" he glanced up, looked back at the screen, did a double-take and sat up, staring at Beth. "You're hired."

"Thanks, but I'm only looking for a couple of spots tonight."

"Sorry, employees only. We quit doing amateur nights years ago." He turned back to his game and picked up the controller.

"If you don't mind, could you give Mr. Perez a call? Tell Esteban that Bethany Beach would like a couple of spots tonight."

The manager sat up straight again. "Well, I think we can make an exception for you tonight. Come back at 8:00 and you can go on right after Lily."

"What about an outfit?"

The man looked her up and down. "Oh, I think what you're wearing works."

"How busy will it get, Mr...?"

"Just call me Jeff. And Tuesdays aren't the busiest."

"Crap, I just need to make enough for a motel room."

"Well, if that's all you need," said Jeff, looking her up and down again. "I'd gladly let you stay with me..."

"No thanks. I'll be back at 8:00." Beth left the club. There were some fast-food restaurants about a mile down the road. She started walking.

She dragged lunch on as long as possible. Some men were starting to stare and she left before they could hit on her. It was unbelievably boring without a phone or anything to kill time. She ended up wandering through a nearby dollar store. Walking down the toy aisle, she paused and picked up a cowboy sheriff set. Smiling, she walked to the counter and purchased it.

She still had time to kill and ended up walking another mile and seeing a matinee in a five-screen movie theater and that brought her spending money down to a few dollars. Beth began the long walk back to the Temptations, two cars pulling over and asking if she wanted a ride. The first man was a little insistent and made her nervous, but eventually, he drove off. The second guy seemed nice and she refused but told him she'd be dancing at the club tonight, hoping he'd show and she'd get a few bucks off him.

Back at the Temptations, Jeff showed her backstage and introduced her. "This is Beth, she'll be dancing a couple of spots tonight only. Please give her anything she needs."

"Good, we don't need the competition." The stripper wasn't much to look at, with a missing tooth and saggy boobs. She looked worn and run down, near the end of her career.

"No, but we could sure use someone like her to bring the crowds in." The woman speaking was sitting at the make-up counter. She turned and stood up, holding her hand out to Beth. "Lily Whyte," she said.

"Bethany Shor... Beach."

"Like the town in Delaware?"

"Sure, I guess." Beth released her hand and let her eyes wander down Lily's body. Lily would have been invisible in a snow storm her skin was so pale. The palest Beth had ever seen. Her hair was raven dark with piercing blue eyes. Her breasts were full and well-rounded D-cups. Lily was stunning and a cut above the rest in this particular Temptations. "Wow, you could play Snow White," said Beth.

Lily was checking out Beth's body. She smiled and looked up. "Actually, I have. I was a cast member at Disney. They'll fire you for the stupidest shit and at that time, I'd already had my daughter..." Lily pulled a photograph stuck in the dressing room mirror out. The girl was nearly five and ironically dressed as Snow White. "Emma."

"She's lovely."

"Thanks. Anyway, I'd certainly never intended to be a dancer, but this was the best way I could think of to make enough money to support her."

"We do what we have to do," sighed Beth. 'I'm supposed to go on after you."

"Great, because I certainly don't want to follow you. Want me to do your makeup?"

"Sure," said Beth, smiling.

The two women chatted while Lily applied some eyelashes and make-up to Beth's face. Lily talked about Emma and working for Disney. She liked it here, but the money was slowly drying up and she might be forced to move to one of the newer bigger clubs. The other strippers considered her the biggest draw and didn't want her to go. Jeff was easy to work for. He wasn't very dynamic or proactive, but he mostly left the girls alone. A few tossed a blow job his way to get a good spot or a vacation day, but he never forced any of them. Beth explained some of her predicament and that all she was trying to do was to make it back to Miami.

'Well, I'm on," said Lily. She stood and walked over to the stage.

Beth opened her dollar store purchase and ripped into the cardboard. She stuck the badge on her shirt and just tucked the toy pistols into her pockets with the handles sticking out since she didn't have a belt to pull through the holster. When she was finished, she went to the side and watched Lily dance.

Lily was strutting around on stage in a bra and G-string. As the second song started, she removed her bra and crawled around the stage. Beth could tell she was a favorite. There were maybe fifteen men in the audience and half came up to tip her a dollar. The other half came up during the third song when she was completely nude, tipping her more dollars with an occasional five. Her set ended and Lily scooped up some money off the stage, waved and strolled off.

"And now, for one night only, Temptations has a special treat here all the way from Miami just for you. Let's hear it for Bethany." The DJ hit play and Kid Rock's Cowboy blared through the speakers.

Beth galloped out on stage like she was riding a horse, she circled around the stage waving her hat at the crowd. There was dead silence for a moment. Every eye in the club was on the stage from the strippers working the floor to the bartenders to the patrons. Then cheers and applause erupted. Beth pretended to dismount and strutted up bow-legged, pulling her guns out and firing them into the air, using the barrel of one to push the front of her cowboy hat up. Nearly half the men in the club tossed some money on the stage before she'd even taken her anything off.

As the song came to an end, Beth pulled the end of the shirt tied between her breasts. He shirt came loose, but she let it hand open still covering her breasts. She turned and bent down, placing the guns on the floor and pulling the shorts down. She fumbled a little trying to get the shorts over her boots, but she managed just as the second song started.

Lily was supposed to be making the rounds for a lap dance, but she like everyone else was frozen in place, staring at the stage. Joe Cocker's, "You Can Leave Your Hat On," was playing as Beth pulled her plaid shirt back revealing her large perfectly shaped breasts. It was a slower, more erotic song, and Beth slowed down, swaying to the music and she left her hat on. She ran her back up and down the pole, twirling around it a couple of times. By this time, every patron had tossed a dollar or more onto the stage. As the song ended, Beth turned away from the crowd and pulled her thong off. She spun around quickly and just as quickly, she pulled her cowboy hat off covering her crotch, acting shocked like the crowd had just caught her nude just as Nickelback's. "Something in Your Mouth," started playing. This was a faster song and Beth's dancing picked up again. Beth rolled on the stage, lifting her hips up into the music, crawling on all fours towards men waving bills at her. During her third set, nearly every patron tipped her a second time. As Beth's set ended, Lily's applause was as loud as the rest of the audiences. As Beth left the stage, the first patron motioned Lily over for a lap dance. A lot more were staring at the stage door, patiently waiting for Beth to make her rounds.

Backstage, when Beth returned from the floor, Lily threw her arms around Beth and gave her a big hug.

"You were magnificent. I've never seen the crowd react like that."

"Uh, thanks," said Beth, a little taken aback. She was still nude. Lily wore only a thong. Slowly, Beth lowered her arms and hugged Lily back. This was... nice.

Lily broke the hug and stepped back, keeping her hands-on Beth's arms. She looked like she was proud of Beth. "Listen, after our last sets, do you want to grab something to eat? I'll need to get home to Emma so it would have to be quick."

"Sure," said Beth. "I'm famished."

After their sets, Beth and Lily got in Lily's car. Lily drove them a short distance to a nearby diner. "I know this is a rude question, but I have to ask, how much?"

Beth was counting her money in the car. "After tipping out Jeff and the DJ, let's see. It looks like about $250."

"Wow! That's crazy money for a Tuesday. Just how long have you been doing this?"

Beth snorted. "This is like my third time."

"You gotta be fucking kidding me! You're a natural. Get into one of the big gentleman's clubs and you'd make a fortune. Maybe a hundred grand."

"Now you're fucking kidding me."

"Not at all. The top dancers at the big clubs make that or more and you certainly have what it takes." Lily pulled into an all-night diner and the two women got tables. Beth ordered a BLT salad with chicken strips while Lily ordered a soup and salad combo. "The cowgirl act was great," said Lily, holding Beth's hands across the table while they waited on their food.

Beth stared down at their hands. This was... nice, she thought again. Beth moved her eyes up to Lily's piercing blue ones. She saw nothing but decency and friendliness reflected in those eyes. The two women had clicked fast. Not since childhood had Beth had a friend. She was fully aware that she was the one to blame with her off-putting attitude. Even her college lesbian friends were only nice to her because they wanted to get in her pants. She had missed out on one of life's great pleasures over the last decade, friendship.

"I've noticed a lot of the dancers that make the most money have some sort of act or gimmick."

"Maybe that's what I need," said Lily, pausing as the waitress brought them their food. "It's looking more and more like I'm going to have to move to one of the bigger clubs. Temptations is pretty convenient and Jeff doesn't give us a hard time."

"Were in Disney country, you need to imagineer that shit." Beth chewed on her food for a few minutes. "The answer for you is obvious since you both look like and have played Snow White."

Lily chuckled. "I actually already have the costume."

"You'd need to alter it some so that the mouse's lawyers don't come after you." Beth's mind roamed to Big John's stories and how much better a theme or story made things. Thinking about him reminded her of his big cock adding a fresh wave of arousal to the wetness already dripping from her pussy that always came when she displayed her body to so many admiring eyes. "Sexy, but not too sexy, and easy to remove. You'd want to project innocence at first."

"I could put stuffed animals out on stage and come out, holding my dress up and dancing around the animals like they're woodland creatures. Emma already had plenty in her bedroom."

"I'd have another dancer in the audience, getting the crowd worked up by yelling for you to strip, but you refuse. As the second song starts, another coworker comes out dressed as the witch, holding an apple. You bite into it and suddenly are transformed. The DJ plays a thunderclap noise. You act confused, then let your hair down and your dress falls to the floor. Your underwear is pink and innocent, maybe design it with Velcro so you can rip it off as your third song starts."

"You're really good at this," said Lily. "I'm going to work something out with Jeff and the DJ."

"That other girl, Jeri," said Beth. She wasn't much to look at, but with some make-up and a blonde wig, she could be Cinderella. And the Mexican dancer..."

"Inez, and she's Venezuelan,"

"With her darker skin, she could do Jasmine. Come out in a harem girl outfit. Maybe roll her out on a magic carpet."

"Or rig up a smoke machine with a lamp, like she's the genie. She could grant patrons wishes which would basically be to remove her clothes and dance naked."

"I like it," said Beth. "This would work." Lily pulled out some money, but Beth added, "No, I got this." She threw some money down on the bill. "I need one more favor."

"What's that?"

"Could you drive me around to the nearest hotel with a vacancy?"

"Nonsense, you're staying with me."

"I couldn't impose."

"You're not. We'll have a two-woman pajama party. Emma can sleep on the couch and you can have her bed. I'll take you to your rendezvous in the morning."

"Well thank you."

Lily drove them to her house. Her mom was asleep on the couch. She introduced Beth after waking her mother and asked after her daughter. After her mom left, Lily went and checked on her sleeping daughter. "She's out like a light," said Lily coming back. "It's funny, she'll talk to you, but still be asleep at the same time. She won't remember me coming in to check on her in the morning. Lily went to the kitchen and poured them two glasses of wine. She sat next to Beth on the couch and handed her a glass. "Do you mind the couch? It's going to be hard to move her."

"Not at all," said Beth, clinking glasses with Lily. "Tell me about Emma."

Lily's eyes lit up as she talked about her daughter. The dad was a deadbeat loser, but Lily clearly loved her daughter and would do anything in the world for her. Beth let her own hand fall to her womb as she thought of the life growing inside. She'd been too upset by Titus' abandoning her and trying to get home to think about what she'd do about having a baby. She smiled as she realized, she'd do anything for her baby just like Lily was doing for Emma.

"You have a gorgeous smile," said Lily. "It lights up the room and really projects your beauty. I wish I had a smile like that."

"Thanks. I wish I had your eyes."

Lily drained her glass. "This couch isn't very comfortable is it?"

"I'll be fine. I just need a pillow and maybe a blanket."

Lily took Beth's glass and took them both to the kitchen sink. "Come on, it's a pajama party, you can sleep in my bed."

"Not much of a pajama party when you don't have pajamas," joked Beth.

"We'll call it a panty party then." Lily pulled her top off and pulled her shorts down. "You can use the bathroom after me." Lily closed the door to the bathroom. Beth listened to the toilet flush and then the sounds of Lily brushing her teeth. When Lily returned, she was topless, having left her bra in the bathroom.

Beth took her turn in the bathroom, stripping down to her thong after brushing her teeth. She returned to the bedroom and slipped in on the right side of the bed. Lily rolled over to face her, propping her head up on her arm. The blanket was under her breasts. "I think the gimmicks might work, but we need to increase awareness and get more people in. I'll get Jeff to update our social media profile."

Beth rolled over to face Lily. She stared into the deep blue pools of Lily's eyes, but her new friend's breasts kept distracting her. Her nipples were a faint rose color, but her skin was so pale, her nipples stood out on her breasts. She looked back up to Lily's eyes. Lily hadn't seemed to notice she was staring at her breasts. "You know sometimes the old ways are better. This is a big-time convention city."