So, no longer wanting to wait for me to be available to sleep with, my ex continues to be extremely liberal in flaunting her body to get her kicks. Thankfully she's happy to share these experiences with me, as I think she knows I currently am struggling for time to find the same fun she is!
Following her first stripper assignment for her boss (see previous post), he called her into his office to review it and discuss the next of the two performances that she had initially agreed to undertake. He was very pleased with how she had so easily flashed her flesh to complete strangers (his clients) and asked her how she had found it. The Ex admitted she found it very easy when wearing a mask to hide her identity and she quite easily could have gone further than lap-dance naked in front of the assembled crowd.
Based on this "debrief", her manager asked her to come back to his office later so she could strip down to her knickers to be accurately measured up for her next performance.
Later that week she received a parcel containing a PVC catsuit, complete with a hole for access at the rear, a cat mask and a long-tailed butt-plug. Inside the parcel were her instructions, with a time and place:
1. Just the suit, no underwear underneath
2. Buttplug in place (through the hole if you were wondering)
3. Mask on, you're Catwoman - your target will be dressed as Batman
She needed to do this after work, the venue wasn't far away, so she worked late and used the shower room to wash, change and insert the plug before throwing an overcoat on to hide the fact she maybe doing something untoward. Just as she was about to arrive at the venue, she put the mask on and immediately felt the apprehension lift in her stomach and the horniness start to elevate.
On walking into the room, she felt even more at ease as the whole room was "geeked out" in superhero and fantasy style costume - so she didn't necessarily stand out as "the stripper". Her boss quickly made a beeline for her with a drink in hand to tell her to listen out for a particular song that the DJ would play as a cue for her to begin.
On the beginning of that song playing, the ex didn't have to work hard to put her victim in place as his mates were obviously also in on the plan as Batman was strapped to a chair and one picked her up and placed her on the Caped Crusaders lap! She soon unzipped the upper half of the catsuit to unleash her breasts which the bound victim started to tease with his mouth - his mates all baying for more.
Encouraged by the pack, who she assumed were rugby players given their physiques, she got off Batman's lap and erotically slipped off the rest of the suit to expose everything and leave the tail swinging from her backside. She started lap-dancing for Batman and had a few wandering hands over her breasts from the pack before she was hoisted off her victims lap until the pack had yanked his pants off to reveal how aroused he was by Catwoman's body.
Equally encouraged by the sight of the cock that sprang out of those pants, she thought back to how she could have fucked the suits the last time she stripped. This time there was an open goal, her pussy was out and soaking wet and Batman's cock was exposed and rock hard. She straddled his lap and sunk onto his erection and rode it to the encouragement of the pack - but with his upper body bound, she couldn't get the impetus to give her the orgasm she craved (she needs it hard and fast).
The pack were initially disappointed as she dismounted their pal, but soon started cheering again as the ex popped the tail plug out of her asshole. She eased Batman's still rock-hard shaft up her ass and rode him until he finally shot his load as she came simultaneously. She placed the tail back in her ass to keep the cum squelching around in her, put her heels back on and headed to the bar after snogging Batman and thanking him for giving her his spunk.
The boss idled up to the bar looking rather red-faced, as if he had been supressing the need to wank through his employees performance. He thanked her for making his nephew's birthday memorable, though he may have some explaining to do to his sister as to why the stripper also fucked! She didn't care and hung around the bar wearing nothing but the mask, tail and a smile for a while whilst the rest of the pack hung around to keep her breasts warm with their hands.
She admits that she now fancies trying stripping somewhere where she's unknown with a mask off, to see whether she still has the brazen confidence to flaunt everything.
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5:41 pm Monday, 31st October, 2022
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