Film at Eleven
Chapter 3 — Kelly’s Revelation
The weird thing was, the less they wanted to pay her, the harder it seemed that they wanted her to work.
That was what Kelly was thinking as she continued her research. Her neck muscles were tense as she looked over the minutiae of detail. She didn’t have to work as hard as she did, but if she wanted to get her hours back, she had to prove that they needed her.
She looked at the clock and suddenly, she realized she had to go.
No wait. That was wrong. She had to work, but even as she thought that, she knew that wasn’t right. She needed money and she knew where she was going to get that.
“I have to go,” she told the harried reporter who’d given her her most recent assignment.
“Go? What do you mean go?”
“They cut my hours back,” Kelly explained.
“Yeah, so? I need you here. I need you to get back to work.”
It felt good, Kelly told herself. It felt good to walk out of the newsroom. If they were going to tell her that they didn’t need her, then she was going to show them that they did.
Almost immediately though, Kelly began to have second thoughts. What was she doing, she wondered. Sure. they’d cut her hours but that was a business decision but if she did something out of spite, that would be remembered for a long, long time. Maybe she should turn around. Maybe she should go back and apologize.
For what though. She’d done nothing wrong.
These were the thoughts that kept spinning around in Kelly’s mind but more than anything, she was bored. She had nothing to do.
Her path seemed to be almost aimless as she walked along and yet she had the feeling it really was not. It was almost as if she were going somewhere but she had no idea where.
It came to her almost as soon as she saw the nondescript building. Oh crap, she thought, my story. Well, not really her story. It wasn’t like it had ever really been her story but she’d planned to make a name for herself here.
She rushed up to the entrance. Funny thing, she thought. She’d been here twice before. She remembered that now but at other times, it was like she couldn’t seem to remember that she’d been here at all. That was weird, wasn’t it?
The bouncer let her into the club and she was about to make her way to the dressing room when the bouncer stopped her. “Mr. Avery wants to see you,” he announced.
Uh oh, Kelly thought. Why did the boss want to see her?
He was sitting at the end of the bar just like he always did. “You wanted to see me,” she asked.
“Aw, Kelly, yes I did. Let’s go talk in private. I’m having an apple juice. What’ll you have?”
“I’m fine, Mr. Avery.”
The man cocked his head and he looked at her. “There’s something you got to learn about this business, and the sooner you learn it, the better off you’ll be. When a man offers to buy you something, the answer is always yes, so I’ll ask you again. What do you want to drink?”
“I’ll have a Diet Coke,” Kelly said.
“There you go. That’s better, isn’t it?”
Kelly nodded as the bartender poured her her drink.
“All right then. Let’s go in the back where we can talk.”
The manager led Kelly into his office and he motioned for her to take a seat. “Do you like working here,” the man asked.
She loved it, Kelly wanted to tell him, only there was something else.
“What’s the matter,” the manager said when Kelly didn’t answer right away.
“I like it,” Kelly said. “It’s just that ...”
“It’s just that what?”
“It’s just that ever since I was a little girl, I’ve always wanted to be a reporter. Did I tell you I worked on the school newspaper for four years straight?”
The man shook his head.
“I did and it was so fun. I just think ... I don’t know ... I just think, I mean, I wish I was a reporter.”
The man nodded. “I understand. It’s okay to have these childhood fantasies, but when we grow up, we have to set them aside, don’t we.”
“I guess.”
“You don’t have to guess. You know. You’re an adult now. It’s time you stopped living in the past and accepted what you are.”
Kelly nodded. It really did make sense when he said it that way.
“And besides,” the man continued, “you could make a whole lot more money here than you ever could as a reporter.”
Maybe, the girl thought.
“That’s what I wanted to talk with you about. I wanted to talk about how you could make even more money.”
Kelly was definitely interested in that. She wanted to make lots of money.
“You know about the private dances, right?”
Kelly nodded.
“You know about the Boom Boom rooms, right?”
Kelly nodded. Everyone knew about those places. It was where the girls took the guys when the guys wanted a private dance.
“You ever take a guy there?
Kelly shook her head. It wasn’t like she hadn’t been asked, but so far, she’d always said no. It looked like things could kind of get out of hand in there.
“You should try it,” the man said.
She should ... what.
“You should try it,” the manager said again. “It’s a place where you can make lots of money.”
Make lots of money, she thought. She wanted to make lots of money, only there was something else. “Can’t things kind of get out of hand in there,” she asked finally.
“Well of course,” the manager said, “but that’s why we have rules.”
Kelly blinked and then she blinked again. Rules, she thought. Yes, rules. Rules were good, weren’t they, and maybe that made it okay, because they had rules.
“Of course, rules were made to be broken.”
Wait a minute, if you could break the rules, what good were they. Kelly took another sip from her soda. This was all so confusing.
“You want to take a guy to the Boom boom rooms. In fact, you want to take lots of guys, don’t you?”
Lots of guys, Kelly thought. What?
“Lots of guys equals lots of money, right?”
Lots of guys meant lots of money. Okay, check. She could understand that.
“You want to make lots of money. That means you want to take lots of guys to the Boom boom room.”
Lots of guys means lots of money.
“You want to follow the rules, but if you have to, you can let them fall by the wayside.”
That actually did make sense, Kelly thought. She didn’t want to be too rigid in what she did, so if she broke the rules every now and then ...
“You really do want to be a good girl but sometimes, it’s just so good to be bad.”
He was right, Kelly thought. She wondered why she hadn’t thought of it before. It was good to be bad.
“I know, girls like you, sometimes it’s all you can do to keep from hopping up on top of a cock and riding it all the way to the ultimate satisfaction.”
He was right, of course, Kelly thought. That was exactly what she did want.
“Now tell me,” the manager said, “have you been harboring any more of these fantasies about being a reporter.”
Fantasies, Kelly thought. No wait. That was her dream, wasn’t it?
Or was it?
It seemed like it was something she’d wanted, but now that she thought about it, it didn’t seem all that real.
“You’re a stripper, aren’t you.”
Kelly nodded. “I’m a stripper,” she said.
“You’re not a reporter.”
No, of course not, Kelly thought. She wasn’t a reporter and she told the manager that.
“You love taking your clothes off in front of strange men. It makes your pussy so wet when you do that.”
He was right about that, Kelly thought. Actually, now that she thought about it, her pussy was wet just from what she knew she was about to do.
“You really like it, don’t you. You like taking off your clothes.”
Kelly couldn’t help but moan. Who wouldn’t like it, she told herself. She loved taking her clothes off. She loved having guys lust after her body, and she made sure that Mr. Avery knew it, too.
“Well then, I guess we better not hold you up any longer. I guess we better let you get back to work.”
Kelly nodded. She wanted to get back to work.
Mr. Avery’s chair creaked as the man got up. He came around his desk and he put a hand on Kelly’s shoulder. “You wait here,” he said, “and when you feel like you’re ready, you can go back to work.”
When I feel ready, Kelly thought, and she stayed there and waited even after the man had left the office.
It was twenty minutes later when Mr. Avery noticed the girl leave his office. He was once again sitting at his place at the end of the bar and he nodded to himself as he watched the girl cross the floor and walk into the dressing room. Now, the man said to himself, now, we’ll see what she’s really made of.
“Welcome back,” said Leigh. “What is it, three days in a row? You work almost as much as I do.”
“How often do you work,” Kelly asked.
“Me, I work just about every day shift there is. I can’t work nights. I get tired about 10:00 and I need to crash,” she said with a laugh. “The last thing the club wants is a dancer who’s about to fall asleep.”
Kelly nodded. She could understand that. “So you ... you make lots of money here?” She had to know. She wasn’t even sure why. She just knew she needed to make lots of money.
“You can,” Leigh said, “if you get the guys to take you to the Boom Boom rooms. That’s where you make the big bucks. It’s not out there on the rail.”
Kelly nodded again. She hadn’t been to the Boom Boom rooms yet but for some reason, she suddenly had this urge to get a guy there and try it out.
“How about you,” Leigh asked. “When are you working?”
“Huh?”
“I asked when are you working. There’s a schedule, don’t you know.”
“There is?”
Leigh snorted in disgust. “Yeah, it’s over there by the door.”
But before Kelly could go look, Zeke came in the dressing room. “Shiloh,” the DJ said, “you’re up next. You ready?”
Kelly looked around her desperately. She wasn’t ready.
“How about I go next,” Leigh offered, “and then she can follow me.”
Zeke shook his head. “Boss says he wants to get her up there as soon as possible. “So the question is, are you ready?”
“She will be,” Leigh said. “Now just get out of here and let us do our jobs.”
The DJ thought that one over. It was clear what he wanted. He wanted to stick around and watch, but he also had a job to do. Finally, the man just shrugged and left the room.
“Now that he’s gone,” Leigh said, “should we see what you have in that little suitcase of yours.”
“What?”
Leigh motioned at the little, rolling suitcase sitting at an empty station. “That is yours, isn’t it?”
It was hers, Kelly remembered. She wasn’t sure how she remembered it. She just remembered that Mr. Avery had got it for her and that it was hers.
“All right, first things first,” Leigh said. “First, let’s get you out of those clothes.”
Kelly quickly stripped out of her clothes even as Leigh opened the suitcases. Other girls gathered around to see what was inside, but Leigh paid them no attention. She just started tossing clothes at Kelly. “Here,” she said, “put this on ... and this ... and this.”
In no time at all, Kelly was dressed up like a sexy school girl. “Wait,” she said. “My blouse is crooked.”
“No, leave it that way,” Leigh said. “The guys will love it.”
Zeke popped his head back in. “You ready to go,” he asked.
“She’s ready,” Leigh told him.
It was getting easier, Kelly thought as she marched out on stage. She remembered the first time she’d gone out there. She’d been scared to death but now looking at the guys seated around her, she couldn’t help but think how she wanted to do a really good show because if she did, maybe she could get one of the guys to take her to the Boom Boom room.
She almost laughed to herself as she strutted around on stage, the look of all those guys trying to look up under her skirt and to see if she was wearing any panties. She was, of course. She wasn’t going to make it that easy for them so it amused her to see them try.
Kelly laughed to herself again. It wasn’t like she was really dressed like a schoolgirl. The skirt she wore was much to short for that and no school administrator in his or her right mind would have allowed that. Still, if it got the guys to stare ...
There was one guy in particular.
He couldn’t seem to take her eyes off of her and for Kelly, that just made her so hot so the more attention he gave her and the more bills he put on the rail, the more time she spent in front of him, showing him her pussy and daring him to go even further.
But would he, she wondered as her set came to an end. “That’s Shiloh,” Zeke’s amplified voice boomed, “and gentlemen, if you want to see more of her, you know what you have to do. All you have to do is ... ask.”
Kelly started to pick up her bills. She desperately wanted some guy to take her to the Boom Boom room, but so far none had asked, but then she came to the guy, the one who couldn’t take his eyes off of her. “Do you want a private dance,” she asked as she picked up the bills.
The man said nothing so Kelly sighed as she picked up the bills.
“Wait,” the man said.
“Wait? Wait for what?”
“I want to see more of you.”
This was what she needed, Kelly told herself, or at least she hoped it was. “We could go in the back,” she told the man. “We could go in the back and I could do a really sexy dance for you.”
The man hesitated and then he spoke. “Okay,” he said in a barely audible tone. “Okay. We can go in the back.”
Kelly was elated as she left the stage. She couldn’t believe it. She was going to make her first trip to the Boom Boom room. This was it, she told herself. This was where she was going to make lots of money.
Her schoolgirl outfit was back in place as she came out to retrieve the man. “Are you ready,” she asked.
He nodded and they were on their way.
The Boom Boom room was more a series of rooms, each with a couch where the man sat while the girl danced around him. The only difference between this and what she did on stage was here, she could get even closer. Here, she could touch the guys and even though she wasn’t supposed to allow it, here, she could even let them touch her.
In no time at all, she had her clothes off and once more, she was dancing around him, and once more, he couldn’t take his eyes off of her body.
She’d only taken her eyes off of him for a moment. She’d turned around so she could wiggle her butt in front of him. From the way he’d been watching her ass, she figured he’d like that, but when she turned back around, that’s when she got her big surprise.
Oh my God, Kelly thought. The guy had his cock out and he was stroking it while she danced for him. “You’re not supposed to do that,” she said.
“So,” the man said.
That wasn’t the answer Kelly had been expecting. She’d thought for sure the man would either put it away or get angry. She hadn’t expected him to say that.
So what the hell should she do. Should she stop the dance and go call someone or should she keep right on going. She knew there were cameras all over the club but they were especially prevalent here. She should tell the man to put it away, only ...
Only she didn’t want to.
Her job was to be the hottest, little stripper she could possibly be, and damn it, having this guy stroke his cock over her, that made her so hot.
Kelly already knew. She wasn’t going to tell on him.
The man seemed to sense it, too.
Kelly looked down at the man’s cock even as she danced in front of him. She couldn’t believe she was going to say this, but ...
“Are you going to cum for me,” she asked the man.
“Yeah,” the man groaned.
“The song’s almost over,” Kelly cooed. “I want to see it, baby. I want to see you cum for me.”
The man groaned and for a moment, Kelly thought he was going to do it.
“I want to see it,” Kelly said again. “Come on, baby. I want to see it. I want to see you cum for me.”
The man grunted and this time, there was no holding back as his cock started to shoot.
“Oh yeah,” said Kelly. “Oh yeah. That’s it, baby. Let it all out for me. Ooh yeah, cum for me, baby. Do it. Cum for me.”
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned. “Oh fuck.”
Oh yeah, Kelly thought. Oh yeah, that was so good ... only, oh crap, now that he’d done it, she realized she had a problem. There was cum all over the place. What the hell was she going to do about the mess? How long would it be after she left the room before another of the dancers wanted to use it? How long? Maybe not long at all.
“Get out of here,” she told the man.
“Why?”
“I have to get this cleaned up,” she said.
“What are you going to do?”
“That’s none of your business. Just go,” she told him and even as she did, she told herself this was going to be gross, but it had to be done.
It wasn’t long before she left the room. She saw the man and he knew he was watching her and in that instant, she knew what he was thinking. He was wrong, but still it made her hot to think what she was thinking. He had to be thinking it, she told herself. What else could he be thinking?
But to be thinking that she’d licked up his cum. All of it. Every last drop. That was so hot. She hoped maybe he’d take her back there again.
She got to the dressing room and stripped out of the blouse as quickly as she could, she stripped off the school girl uniform. That was going to have to be washed before she wore it again, she told herself. Hell, she’d go out in her underwear before she put that on again but she was sure she had something else to wear.
She was right. There were other things to wear and it wasn’t long before she was ready to go again.
Zeke popped his head into the dressing room. “You ready to go,” he asked her.
“I’m fine,” she said.
“All right then. Let’s go.”
Kelly followed Zeke out and watched the girl on stage come off. It would be her turn next.
“Gentlemen,” Zeke called out. “Put your hands together one more time for the lovely and talented Mariah,” Zeke said and Kelly watched the redhead come off stage.
“Okay, next up, we have a real treat for you. Gentleman, put your hands together for the lovely and talented Shiloh.”
Once again, Kelly walked out on stage and once again, she saw her biggest fan sitting there and watching her, and she was bound and determined that she was going to get him to do another dance with her. She needed lots and lots of money and the only place to get that was in the Boom Boom room so she needed to make him come with her.
If anything, he was even more attentive than he had been before. He couldn’t take his eyes off her but that was hardly surprising. After all, she was the only one on stage, but it was more than that. It was the way he looked at her and Kelly smiled to herself. She knew she had him.
The set went quickly and Kelly soon was collecting her money from the stage. There were even a couple of other guys who also asked her for dances, but she told them she had another one scheduled in front of them but she’d get to them as soon as she could. They both nodded and Kelly moved on.
And then she came to the guy. He slipped Kelly another bill even as she picked up the money in front of him. “I want to do another dance,” he said.
Kelly flashed him a grin. “I want to do one, too,” she told the man. “I’ll be back in a minute, okay,” and with that, she was gone.
Very quickly, Kelly was back and the man was definitely ready. God, she loved the way he looked at her body, like he wanted to devour her or something. It was so fucking hot.
The two of them got into the room and Kelly closed the door behind them and she turned to face the man. “You know you’re not supposed to do what you did last time, don’t you?”
The man shifted nervously. “What are you going to do,” he asked. “Are you going to tell on me?”
Kelly smiled at him. “I’m not going to tell on you,” she said. “I just wanted to make sure you understood the rules before you took your dick out again.”
“Before what?”
“You heard me. We both know you’re going to do it.”
“And you’re okay with that?”
“Okay with it? Come on. You know you’re going to do it whether I want it or not so come on, get it out.”
The man looked at her and then he unzipped his pants and he took them down.
“That’s what I wanted to see,” Kelly purred.
“Won’t you get in trouble for this,” the man asked.
Probably, Kelly thought. She really did = want to follow the rules, but sometimes, it was just so good to let them fall by the wayside.
Wait a minute. Where had that come from?
“Won’t you get in trouble,” the man asked again.
Kelly gave the man a push. “Why don’t you let me worry about that,” she said as she sent him sprawling onto the couch. “Now why don’t you show me how you like to play with that cock.”
“Are you sure?”
“Would you stop asking me that. Just play with your fucking cock.”
This was so wrong, Kelly told herself as she started to remove her clothes. At any moment, she expected to hear someone knocking on the door. This was so wrong and yet as much as she wanted to be a good girl, sometimes it was just so good to be bad.
Kelly couldn’t help but moan. She loved taking her clothes off. She loved having guys lust after her body, and this guy, oh man, he really liked her body a lot and that just made her so fucking hot.
She was panting just a little as she took her clothes off. God, she couldn’t believe how lucky she was. Just think of it, she told herself. Just think what would have happened if she’d actually gone out and tried to be a reporter. If she’d done that, then she wouldn’t be here having some guy play with his cock while he watched her strip.
Kelly shook her head. Something was wrong, she told herself. She couldn’t exactly figure out what it was, but something was wrong.
What the hell could be wrong, she answered back. Oh sure, her pussy was wet and her pussy desperately needed to cum, but other than that, what really was wrong with that.
Well sure, she thought as she got up on the couch and perched herself over his lap, if you wanted to get technical about it, he wasn’t supposed to have his cock out and she could definitely lose her job if anyone saw that, but she just couldn’t help herself. Her hands cupped her breasts and she couldn’t help but moan. Her breasts wanted to be touched and her nipples were so incredibly sensitive.
She knew what she needed. She needed him to suck her titties. She pressed her body forward. “Suck me,” she moaned. “Suck me hard.”
Kelly gasped. The man was sucking her. He was sucking her tits and it felt so good.
Oh God, the girl moaned. Oh God. He was stroking the back of her thighs, and oh God, that felt so good, too.
It was still there but Kelly just didn’t care anymore. There was a part of her mind that knew this was wrong, but she just didn’t care.
And oh yeah, there was that little issue about the cameras watching him jack himself off only Kelly was sure she had an answer to that one at least. There was a place where she could hide his cock, a place where the cameras couldn’t see it. Her hand reached down and took hold of his cock. Oh yeah, Kelly moaned to herself. So nice and hard and just perfect to fit right here between her legs.
“Oh yeah,” she moaned as that cock slipped even further up inside her. “Oh yeah, baby. It feels so good.”
The man didn’t say anything but he didn’t have to. His moans pretty much said it all.
Kelly shook her head. This was wrong, she told herself. This was against the rules and it was only then that she remembered something Mr. Avery had said to her. Rules were made to be broken.
Kelly moaned at that. Yeah. Just like her pussy, rules were made to be broken.
Kelly moaned again. Oh God, she thought. He’s going to do it. He’s going to do it. Oh God, he’s going to ...
“Yes,” she moaned, and then again and again and again. “Oh God fucking yes. Oh God, I love it. I love having you do it. I love feeling you cum inside me. I love how you make my pussy cum.”
And it was then and there as Kelly sat on the man’s cock that she remembered something else Mr. Avery had said. He’d told her it was time she stopped living in the past and accepted what she was and she knew he was right.
She was a stripper damn it, and she was damn proud of it.