Becoming Bambi (part 4)[19F/50M] [DubiousCon] [Grinding] [Stripclub] [Handjob]

Changing rapidly into the skimpiest of the outfits she bought, Nina was still fuming. She knew she wasn’t in the right, she knew she had no reason to be jealous of Emily’s date. And yet! Did Emily even know that she was Nina’s first orgasm? Did she know that her fingers and her mouths were the first to touch her delicate pussy? No, probably not. Nina sighed. There was no reason for anybody to suspect a stripper to be a virgin. And yet, there she was. Frustrated, her heart wounded, filled with desire for the blue haired stripper who dared abandon her.

The club was empty. It was a weekday. Bambi technically had school the next day, but she didn’t care. She needed some kind of validation while Sapphire went and got herself fucked by god-knows-who. She sipped on an energy drink while browsing social media. Time passed slowly, with very few new clients walking in. She let herself get bored and started to regret her decision. After all, would she really skip school for that? A dead, seedy strip club with no money and no customers? As she was deciding to call it a night, a gentleman sat next to her.

He was older, nondescript. He was wearing a white button down shirt and some dark pants. She suspected he just got out of the office, probably decided to grab a drink on the way home, perhaps a dance or two with the first girl he’d lay his eyes on. And that happened to be her. She started small talking about the weather. She was still unsure of how to captivate clients with her talking alone. He offered her a drink, which she accepted.
-So, Bambi, what do you do?
-You mean, for fun?
-No, here, in life, in general. What’s your deal?
-Oh…I’m a college student. The man started laughing.
-Of course you are. They all are.
Bambi felt herself become irritated with the man.
-No, I really am. I’m studying to be a teacher.
-A teacher, huh? How old are you?
-Nineteen.
The man nodded his head, a new spark in his eye. He put a hand on her thigh, rubbing it gently. He started questioning her about her life, her dreams, what she liked, what she had hoped for. As he was talking, he kept ordering her drinks. Having nowhere else to be really, Bambi stuck around, drinking, relieved to have a potential client lined up. She knew she wasn’t good at closing sales. She was letting him talk, rub her legs, for no real benefit. So she got up and asked him to accompany her in the back for some VIP time. To her great surprise, he immediately accepted. She took his arm and directed him to the private room. As she was walking, she realized how buzzed she was. For a girl who didn’t drink much a few days ago, she had downed about six cocktails in an hour and a half.

She sat the man on a bench and started sensually undulating in front of him. He gave her a smile that made the hair on her arms stick out. The smile of a wolf.

He grabbed her by the arm and brought her closer to him, grabbing her ass with both hands and massaging it roughly. She laughed, but tried to put some distance between them. -Oh, no, none of that. Why won’t you sit on my lap, little Bambi? She didn’t particularly want to get any closer to him than she needed to, but she sat nonetheless, because she was dizzy and it seemed like the best solution. She knew that Steve was probably not watching the cameras, she had seen him focused on the big television screen, watching some football game.
-Why are you a stripper, bambi?
The question surprised her, and she realized she didn’t really have an answer.
-I…I just got curious. I wanted to see…If I could do it.
-No, that can’t be it. Maybe part of it, but not all. Do you like sex, Bambi?
-What? I don’t..I don’t know. The man laughed a hearty laugh, and she felt herself bounce on his leg. She slid closer to him as he sank in the sofa. He started rubbing her thigh again, getting his fingers dangerously close to her pussy.
-You don’t know? What kind of answer is that? When a man shoves his big, throbbing dick inside you, right there – his fingers grazed the crotch of her g-string – what does it make you feel?
He was whispering at that point. She could smell the alcohol on his breath. She shuffled and tried to get further away, but he gripped her with force and pressed her against him, lifting his pelvis up to make her feel the hard, warm bulge in his pants.
-I don’t know!! I’ve never done it! She almost cried it out.
He gasped, then let out a long, measured breath.
-Oh, Bambi. You must be lying. You must know what that kind of stuff does to a guy. You’re better at this than I thought you were. His hand cupped her pussy and he started breathing faster as he rubbed her.
-No, stop, I mean it. I’m not lying, I’m a virgin. Please. He smiled with all his big, shiny, wolfy teeth. -There’s only one way of knowing, right? And he shoved his hand down her panties. Bambi cried out, but the music drowned her voice. He parted her lips with his rough fingers and pushed one inside. She whined again, too drunk to fight back, too horny to fully be against the assault. She knew how wet she was. She could feel her body betray her, all of the pent up desire for Sapphire making the man’s rough investigation of her vagina easier. His finger was easily as big as two of Sapphire’s.
-Could it be…That you really are a virgin? His finger was slowly pushing back and forth and she was squirming on him.
-Yes, keep moving, you’re making my cock hard, he whispered in her ear. Then, he removed his finger.

He pulled her on top of him, positioning his crotch against her pussy and pressed her close to him. His stubble was irritating her sensitive skin as he was trying to push away her bralette with his nose to access her breasts. She could feel his tongue on her skin, his hot breath on her nipples. He started liking and sucking on them, while grinding on Bambi from under her, pushing his pelvis up and moving it in a circular motion. He was pressing her ass to bring her closer to him, fumbling in his pants with his other hand. She could feel his knuckles press on her clitoris as he dry humped her, his breathing erratic and fast. Something was wrong, she could feel it. She was too drunk to understand what he was doing with his hands until she felt something sticky and smooth rub against her pussy. -What are you doing?! She tried to get off him but his grip was too strong.
-Nothing, baby, hush. I’m not going to stick it in, I just want to rub it against you.
-No!! Stop immediately, keep your dirty dick away from me!

He stopped moving, removing his face from her now red and sore breasts.
-You’re right, how rude of me. You actually haven’t seen a dick yet, have you?
Bambi became bright red. It’s true, she hasn’t. He removed his hand from her lower back, allowing her to move further away. She looked down and saw that he had pulled his dick through the fly of his pants. It was large, purply, angry looking. Not very long, but definitely thick. All she could see was the big mushroom head and the shaft, his balls were still inside his pants.
-Do you want to touch it? He made it jump a little without touching it, inviting her closer. She shook her head no. She was mortified, she wanted to leave.
-Tsk, tsk, wrong answer, little girl. I won’t let you go if you don’t touch it. I want to be the first one you touch like that. She started tearing up a little bit, but didn’t oppose any resistance when he grabbed her hand and put it on his dick. The contact of the skin felt like it was burning her palm. He groaned and started to use her hand to masturbate. He wrapped her fingers around his thick cock and used his hand to press hers on it, jerking it off while staring right at her eyes. She tried to look elsewhere, feeling even more violated by his insistent stare. His breathing got fast and raspy again, he groaned louder and shot his load all over her stomach and her tits.

-Oh, Bambi, that was magnificent. He took his phone out and took a picture of her sperm-covered torso before she could stop him. If you weren’t a virgin, I’d make you lick me clean, but that shall be for another time. I’ll come see you again.
He shoved her on the side of the sofa and got up, zipping his fly up. He threw a bunch of money on her and snapped another picture.
-That one is even better. I’ll keep those for my personal collection. They will remain there, of course, unless things sour between us. Do you understand?

And he exited the room, leaving Bambi covered in sticky semen and multiple hundreds of dollars. She had to use the bills to wipe the cum off her, having no other alternative as her outfit was too small to even be a cum rag.

After counting a thousand dollars, she went to the bathroom, cleaned herself properly with hand soap and toilet paper and went back down to the main floor. After all, the night was still young, there was still money to be made.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/10kmxz0/becoming_bambi_part_419f50m_dubiouscon_grinding