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internal muscles as much as I can.   I'm trying to give the guy the maximum pleasure in hopes that he will come quickly and I can ‘go for fuck number five’ before the night is over.
    It's not to be.   The guy is obviously experienced.   He's driving deep within me, but taking his time.
    I try everything I can think of.   I move under him.   I tell him that his big cock is filling me up!   I moan, I sigh.   I really clamp on his cock, but it's like a wooden rod.   Finally I put my arms around him and beg him, “Fuck me!   Fuck me, big cock!”
    That does the trick!   He keeps thrusting deep and hard, but the pace picks up and I urge him to go faster.
    He's truly filling me up completely and, if this were my first fuck of the night, I would probably be in multiple climax.   However, I have had two fucks already and I'm getting very tired.
    We race to the finish line together and I climax as he shoots the first stroke of his cum.   I also pretend to climax again with each stroke as he pumps his condom full of cum.   He then rolls off me.
    I lie there breathing very hard and in a sort of ragged fashion.   It's not an act, I'm really tired.   I'm hoping he thinks it's passion and not fatigue.
    He tells me, “Honey, you may be too much for little boys, but a man can get the job done.”
    I have to agree with him, especially if I want a tip.   I stoke his ego a little, hoping for a good tip for all my hard work.
    However, cheapo gets up and towels off, then dresses himself while I still lie on the bed.   He tosses me a towel and then struts off down the hall like a conqueror.   Oh well, some times you win, some times you lose.
    Taffy comes in and sees me still on the bed.   He asks me, “Are you alright?”
    I tell him, “I'm just suddenly exhausted after a hard night’s work.”
    Taffy tells me that I have to get up, they need the room.   He then helps me up.
I manage to get my shoes on, gather my clothes and then stagger down the back hall to the dressing room.

CHAPTER FOUR
    Whore Some More
    I STAGGER INTO THE dressing room and sit down.   A waitress appears in front of me.   She has a garter belt in her hand.   She wants me to give her my garter belt.   I ask why would she want my sweat and possibly cum stained garter belt?   Then, without thinking, I ask, “Tell me, would you like my sweaty nylons as well?”
    The waitress snaps at me that she doesn’t want my garter belt.   She then tells me that a customer wants to buy my garter belt.
    I'm blown away.   I have to wear a garter belt at work, Pussycat Lounge rules.   I'm now used to it and I don’t even think about it.   However, I wouldn't want to put on a garter belt that some other girl has just used.   However, the customer apparently isn't worried about it being used and, I suddenly realize, he probably really wants the garter belt with any lingering traces of me.
    I ask, “Oh, would he like to buy my sweaty nylons too?”   Apparently he wouldn't.   However, a Pussycat Lounge girl has to try to make money where she can.   With a shock I realize that I'm really and truly becoming a whore and in less than one night.
    We exchange garter belts.   I sign the name Nocturne on my old, sweaty belt, and then I flop down in the chair again.
    Desiree walks in, pulls up a chair and sits down with me.   She tells me, “You did really great for a first night!”   She also tells me that I need to see one Judy and work on my dancing.   She continues by telling me, “You 'dated' three customers, gave one guy a hand job and good work!”
    I realize that I'm now going to be a Pussycat Lounge regular.   Despite any lingering shame, my spirits soar!   I may have become a whore, but I'm going to be a damn well paid one.   I'll be able to afford a roof over my head, food and perhaps even other luxuries.   Then I think about how tired I am.   With some apprehension I ask Desiree how many customers I'm going to be expected to 'date' each