Mr. Moore comes up to tip you, blocking Mr. Jones’ view.
From Create Your Own Story
Being a young teenage girl is tough!
Thank god! Mr. Moore just came up to tip you, and is blocking the view of Mr. Jones. "Hey Lidia, how're you doing tonight?" Mr. Moore drawls as he puts a few bills in your tiny white thong. He starts to get up and go back to his seat. You have to stop him before he leaves and stops blocking the view of Mr. Jones, or your life is over!
You grab his shirt from the stage and push his head towards your tight young tits. "Don't leave Mr. Moore!" you say to him. You've always acted cool before, but this situation called for desperate measures. You spend the long, lengthy remainder of the song playing with him and teasing him like you've never done before. Luckily, it works! Mr. Jones seems uninterested in watching a girl play with another customer, especially for the song!
Now, you just needs to get out of dodge. You are unbelievably nervous, and shaking from how close this all was. Mr. Moore has a goofy grin on his face though, and turns to you saying, "Wow, that was unbelievable. Let's go get a private dance." Perfect. You lead him out, into a private booth in back. He senses something is going on, and asks, "Why do you seems so flustered, Lidia? Is everything okay?" As you enter the booth, you break down and tell him everything, even revealing that you are actually just a high school student, and that Mr. Jones is a teacher. You don't know why you are telling Mr. Moore everything, but you feel like you can trust him. As you finish, and a new song begins, you take a deep breath, and start to dance a little seductively in front of him.
Suddenly, Mr. Moore reaches out and cups your boobs! You've never had a client touch you before out of the blue like that. You glare at him and say, "Wait, you can't do that - you know the policy, Mr. Moore."
He gives you a devilish grin and says, "I think the policy has changed, unless you'd like Mr. Jones to find out all about you, little girl. Why don't you start making me very happy, and give me a lapdance - but with those lovely tits of yours. I have a feeling I can add a little something to them."
You start to tear up, but have no choice. You unzip his pants and start rubbing his rapidly growing cock between your firm, young breasts. He grabs you by the back of your head and forces your head down onto his dick. "No biting now, sweetheart." You choke against his cock.
What happens next?
Requirements: This is a story about a young girl written in second person.
