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One of the staff held the door for us, grinning. I smiled back, recognizing him from that afternoon but not remembering his name. Then I saw Jenny in the hallway, talking to one of the other dancers, and accelerated.
She saw the other girl look at me and turned around. "Linnea! Daniel! Did y'all think I was hot?"
"You little slut, you know you were!" I laughed, embracing her. "I'm dripping like a leaky faucet." My hand dropped immediately to her crotch, palming the damp fabric and the smooth skin beneath it. "You didn't even tell me! God, I have to taste you!"
I squatted and tugged the little strip of nylon to one side, revealing her bare mound and flowering labia. Jenny's scent was heaven, and her taste was better. My tongue strained to reach further into her depths and I hummed in satisfaction, letting my lips transmit the vibrations to her sensitized nerves. Jenny's body trembled in response and released more moisture to flood my mouth.
"Get a room, you two," Darryl growled, pulling me away from Jenny and to my feet. "I told you before, Jenny, keep it above the neck or you're going to get us both in trouble."
He looked exasperated when we both laughed. "I have a room," I gasped.
Jenny leaned over and whispered in my ear.
"Give her the rest of the night off," I told him, following Jenny's suggestion.
"In fact, both of you get out of here," Darryl decided. "There's no sense overexposing new talent. You only get paid a part shift," he added hurriedly. "And, Jenny?" She looked at him inquiringly. "When you come back tomorrow, try to cool off just a little, y'hear?"
She led me into the changing room, where I helped Jenny unfasten the chaps and sandals. She quickly pulled on a T-shirt and some shorts, stepped into her flip-flops, and we were ready to go.
"You two surely are somethin'," commented another of the girls who'd been watching the two of us egg each other towards orgasm without ever quite making more than casual physical contact. "Jenny, girl, what's come over you?"
"Love," Jenny sighed, at which point I just had to kiss her. She wiped away a few tears, which smeared her eyeliner, but it only made her look sluttier and even more becoming.
"Let's get out of here," I panted, reminding myself I did not want to get Jenny fired a second time in 24 hours.
Daniel was still waiting in the hallway, which momentarily surprised me. Frankly, I'd forgotten about him, which was mean-spirited of me. His face was cloudy when he saw us come out of the dressing room arm in arm, and didn't improve when Jenny announced she wanted to ride with me to the hotel, instead of with him.
"This is for you," she told me when we were alone in the car. It was a small gift bag with colored tissue stuffed in the top. "I wanted you to have something to remember me by, when we can't be together."
I removed the tissue carefully and unearthed a small plastic zip lock bag. The illumination in the car wasn't the greatest, so I turned on the dome light to be sure. I knew instantly the short brown strands within were the remains of the pubic patch she'd had removed that afternoon. "Oh my God! I can't believe you saved them; you are so sweet!" We kissed again.
"But I didn't get you anything," I protested when I could speak.
"You got me a ring," Jenny pointed out.
"Well, but I'm taking it with me," I said, feeling bad. Once again, inspiration struck. "Oh! I know! Get your phone." I wriggled enough to pull my skirt up around my waist, which didn't take much effort, and spread my knees to display my gleaming new jewelry.
Jenny angled her phone over the steering wheel and took several shots, until she had one she liked. It was a beauty, with both rings nicely on display and my glistening folds unveiled below them. She typed energetically for another minute before putting it away. "There! I e-mailed it to myself too, so I have a copy for safe-keeping. I'll always treasure it."
Daniel's mood hadn't been improved by his wait for us at the hotel. We stripped and tumbled onto the bed, but it wasn't the same as the previous night. For one, my pussy was off-limits, but that didn't turn out to be as important as I'd feared.
For another, Daniel was completely different, like a candle burning at both ends. That morning, he'd been hesitant and unsure of himself. That evening, he was masterful. He called us sluts and whores, trembling with barely-leashed emotion, and used Jenny so roughly she came twice within a minute while he pounded into her.
Then it was my turn. "Fucking slut!" he hissed, splitting my ass with his cum-slicked manhood. He grabbed my hair, pulling my head painfully back, but I managed to find a position where I could still watch Jenny.
"Is this what you want? Is it?!" he cried, voice cracking, as he thrust hard into me and then teased me by withdrawing all the way. "To watch me use some other perverted slut while you make yourself over in her image?" Daniel released my head so he could guide himself back into my rectum.
Jenny moaned. She had three fingers inserted in her ass, twisting and probing, while her other hand moved indecisively between her breasts and dripping pussy. "Fuck her slutty ass, Danny," she panted, her eyes locked on us. "Make her a slut for your cock! Oh God, baby, you look so nasty!"
"You want me to fuck other women?" Daniel asked again, sounding as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing. I rocked back against him more aggressively, trying to get him to pick up his tempo again. "Next you'll be wantin' to fuck other men?"
"Fuck, yes!" she urgently husked, hands now working double-time. "I feel so hot when they use me! Uh! Uh! Uh!" I was going to cum just watching her, no matter what Daniel did.
He abruptly pulled away from me. "You already cheated on me?! I thought you loved me, Jenny!"
"I do!" she protested, pausing on the edge of release. "You can have any of my holes, Danny, any time you want them."
"I wanted your heart!" he shouted, his voice trembling with emotion. "Fine! Choose her! I don't know what's wrong with you, Jenny, but we're quits. Dress up in your whorish costumes and parade yourself in front of drunks and perverts if you like. Let them use you like a piece of meat, 'cause that's all you're good for now! You are a slut!"
Jenny moaned, "Slu-Uh-Uh-Uht!" and started thrashing on the bed, lost in a titanic orgasm.
The sight nearly got me off, but I had to twist and look at Daniel. The look in his eyes promised fire and brimstone, like we were the lowest forms of life on earth. His cock hung shriveled and limp between his legs.
"You!" he hissed when he saw me looking. "You are the Whore of Babylon, a demonic succubus! You turned this woman into something I don't even recognize. You are lower than dirt, you gutter filth!" Daniel tensed, and I thought for a moment he might hit me, but he turned and scooped his clothing from the floor, not even bothering to don it before leaving the room.
"Wow, that was hot!" sighed Jenny, still sounding a trifle shaky.
"Yeah," I agreed, "but I wish he had more stamina."
She laughed understandingly. "Poor baby! Crawl up here and let me help you; I know what a slut needs."
Boy did she. My throat felt raw before the satiation of repeated orgasms and more than 40 hours without sleep caught up with me, and we passed out in each others' arms.
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