Pamela Anderson (info about booths.. read first before adding threads)

"My God, it's... Pamela Anderson. And she's coming this way," you say to yourself and take a healthy swig of your almost empty drink as you watch her approach.

She stops, turning to speak to someone at a table, giving you a look at her profile. She's wearing a dress that looks more like a woman's slip. Silvery in color, shimmering in the lights as she moves, looks like it's made of silk or satin, held up by thin spaghetti straps. It's so short, it barely comes down past her ass cheeks, giving anyone that looks a great view of her shapely legs. She's also wearing what looks to be about 6" heels strapped around her bare feet.

She turns back to once again walk towards you and you can see how low cut her dress is. And by the bounce and sway of her full breasts, it's pretty obvious that she's not wearing anything to hold them up. Her full lips break into a smile as she gets to your table.

"Hi. I'm Pamela," she says and smiles.

"Um, yeah. I know," you respond, trying not to ogle her. "If anyone looks like they belong in a place like this, it's her," you say to yourself.

'Are you sure you're sitting in the right place?" she asks, "or did you sneak up here?" she adds with a smile.

"Ahh, no. This is where the manager said I was to sit," you reply, looking to the seat he was in, finding that he has left as quietly as he first appeared.

"Can I see your card, just to make sure? Most of the men that sit in this section are older than you look to be," she states.

"Um, sure." You go through your pockets, a slight panic as you can't find it.

"Oh, there it is. Didn't see it behind your glass," she giggles as you let out a sigh of relief at seeing it on the table.

"Better put it in your pocket before you lose it," she advises with a soft laugh.

"Good idea," you answer as you reach for it, tucking it into your breast pocket, giving it a pat for security.

"I haven't seen you here before. First time?" she asks.

"Yes. Actually, I just got here a short while ago," you tell her.

"A Club virgin, huh? Good! I like breaking in the new ones," she giggles and leans forward, placing her hands on the table.

You can't help but stare as she leans towards you, her full breasts right in front of your eyes, looking like they might spill out of that skimpy excuse for a dress she has on. You blush at being so obvious and try to tear your eyes away to look up at her smiling face.

'You're blushing. That's so cute," she giggles, her breasts jiggling with her movement.

"I've seen you on TV and even have your videos," you blush again, " the ones you made for Playboy," you add shyly.

"What about my other one? Me and Tommy? Don't have that one?" she asks.

'Well, I.. I've seen it," you stammer, feeling yourself turning red again, "on the internet".

"Hmm. You're cute AND you have class. Most of the people tell me about THAT one, not the Playboy ones." She smiles." I think I'm going to like you."

You smile up at her, not knowing what to say or do next, your mind drawing a blank. You both kind of stare at each other for a few moments.

"Boy, you ARE new!' she laughs, " most guys would have me half way up to the booths by now."

"Sorry. I guess I'm kinda overwhelmed by all this. A little nervous," you respond, feeling a little embarrassed.

"I could use a little drink," she says with a smile, trying to help you out.

"I think I could sure use one right now too," you admit, looking around for a server.

"Have you been in a booth yet?" she asks, straightening up.

"Um, no, not yet," you say, your eyes giving her body a quick once over as she stands.

"Then let's have a drink in a booth and I can show you around a bit, okay?" she says with a little wink.

"O.. okay. But you'll have to show me the way," you tell her shyly.

"Sure. Just follow me and have your card ready, okay?" she instructs, her head tilted slightly.

You reach into your breast pocket and pull the card out. "Okay. Lead the way." you say to her, still seated, waiting to follow her. You blush as you see her take a quick glance at your obvious bulge and smile at you. She lets out a soft chuckle, tossing her head back and heading for the 'Stairway To Heaven.'

She stands by the steps, waiting for you, telling you to show your card to the attendant. You do as she instructs, and he hands you a card with the number '5' emblazoned on it. he tells you to have a good time and reaches to flip a switch. She looks at the card you were handed and starts up the stairs. You stare at the roll of her shapely ass, made even more accentuated by her heels as you step behind her. You resist the temptation to twist your head to try to get a look up under that skimpy dress to see if she has anything on under it.

She lead you down an aisle with booths on both sides until you get to the one marked #5. She stands by the door, telling you that the card is like one of those hotel room keys they use these days, showing you where to run the card through. You do as she tells you and see the small lights above the scanner change from red to green and turn the handle, ushering her in ahead of you. She smiles and tells you to look around and to ask her whatever you want to.

The room is about 8' by 8', small but not cramped. There are 2 slip covered couches across from each other, a small table against the glass wall opposite the door with a small computer screen on it, several buttons beside it, one marked F, another M, and a third with a D.

She sees you looking at the buttons and asks if you want a waiter or waitress. You tell her the latter and she presses the button marked F. Still looking around the room, you see a cabinet behind the door and see a small TV hanging in every corner, angled downwards.

Your exploration is interrupting by a tapping at the door and you instinctively turn to it. Pamela tells you to stop, and you watch her as she presses the button marked with a D. You hear a soft buzzing sound, then the door opening. An attractive brunette enters with a tray to see what you may need. You give her your drink orders and she exits.

Your gaze is drawn to the cabinet and Pamela tells you to go ahead and look inside. You pull open the doors and see that's it's filled with things that will come in handy. There are small towels, not much bigger than a face cloth, and a box of moist sanitary napkins. You see that there is also an assortment of condoms there and also 2 other shelves, one with a variety of men's cologne, the other with perfume. You also see a couple of drawers there and pull one out, seeing a collection of dildoes and other toys in it.

"Looks like they've of thought of just about everything," you say to yourself as you close the cabinet doors, and again hear a tapping at the door. Pamela presses the button and the waitress enters, walking to the table and placing your drinks on it.

You take a moment to appraise the waitress as she enters. She's wearing heels, maybe 3" or so, and a tight, short skirt which clings nicely to a pair of rounded cheeks. As she turns, you see her top is a snug fit with a deep vee neckline, displaying an enticing cleavage. She smiles brightly and asks if there is anything else we may like. When you tell her no, she leaves, closing the door behind her.

"Pretty, wasn't she?" Pamela asks, sitting on one of the couches, taking a sip of her fruity looking drink through a straw. "She would have stayed if you wanted her to. You know that the staff plays too, right?" she asks and you nod.

You feel a throbbing in your crotch as the image of Pamela AND the waitress enters your mind and you quickly sit on the couch opposite her, sliding behind the table, hoping it will hide the motion of your hand as you adjust your swollen crotch.

You're slightly startled as she gets up and heads towards the door. "It's too bright in here for me. I like it a little more.. cozy". She looks back at you over her shoulder, smiling as she reaches for a dimmer switch that you hadn't noticed, turning it and lowering the lights. " There, that's better".

She points at the glass wall and asks, "Have you checked out what kind of view you have from this room? Have a look. No one can see in here", she adds as she starts to walk back to the couch.

You shake your head and slide to the end of the couch, peering downwards. You see that you have a bird's eye view of the stage. There's a busty brunette on it doing her show. She's holding her boobs in her hands, pressing against the pole so that it fills her cleavage. She's pressed right up against it and slowly sliding up and down.

"Nice view, huh?" you hear Pamela ask.

You look over at her and see that she's looking down as well, but not sitting as you are. She's on her hands and knees on the other couch, her full bust hanging down, and you're again surprised that they don't just spill out of her dress, if you can call it that, has ridden up to expose the bottom half of her rounded buns, her shapely legs fully revealed.

"Yeah, it sure is", you answer, and she turns her head to see you looking at her.

"I meant on stage", she giggles, " but thanks". Then she arches her back, the dress slipping up a little higher, her hips undulating provocatively, her breasts thrust forward. "Better?" she asks, her voice husky, then she giggles again and sits down to face you, crossing her legs.

"Oh, I almost forgot", she leans forward and lifts a remote control from the top of the computer screen, "They show porno movies all day. You can even get regular TV if that's what you want. Which one do you want on?" she asks.

You tell her to choose and she smiles at you, then turns all 4 of them on. She laughs softly, "This way, you can see what's going on from almost any angle. Might get some ideas from watching them".

You smile at each other, both taking a sip of your drinks. She uncrosses her legs as she puts her drink down and your eyes are drawn to her hand as she runs her fingers along her smooth thigh. She see you looking and smiles at you, easing her thighs a little wider, her fingers stretching to her inner thigh.

"I'm such a tease, aren't I?" she laughs softly and you lift your eyes, smiling at her. " But you didn't come up here just to be teased, did you?" she asks in a sultry voice and you watch as she lowers her other hand to caress both of her thighs.

She runs the tip of her tongue along her full lips as she edges her thighs ever wider, her fingers stroking the velvety flesh of her inner thighs. You can't help moistening your own lips as her mound comes into view. She slumps down slightly, letting the couch do the work of raising her dress to give you an unobstructed view.

"I shaved it this morning. Do you like it shaved?' she asks in a soft voice. You don't even hear her, your vision locked into the sight of her full lower lips. "I like it when it's so smooth".

You suck in your breath as you watch her run a finger up and down her puffy outer lips. "So soft", she whispers as she moves her finger in a circular motion, up one side and down the other. Your member twitches in your pants as she presses that finger between her lips, letting out a soft sigh as she moves it up and down. "So juicy", she adds as she brings her other hand over to hold those swollen lips apart, continuing to stroke herself as you watch.

You follow her finger as she slides it up through the length of her slit, bringing her shiny finger to her full lips. You let out a quiet moan as she licks her own juices from it. She brings her thighs together and smiles at you as she gets to her feet, slowly walking towards you. She stops in front of you and reaches up to brush those thin straps from her shoulders. She grins as she wiggles. letting the shimmery material slide down her body to lay in a heap about her feet, your eyes drawn to the swaying of her large bust.

She steps out of it and takes a step. She leans forward, her boobs hanging down, and you jump a little as she places her hands on your knees. She licks at her pouty lips as she eases herself down onto her knees in front of you. She reaches for your hands, guiding them to her breasts, placing them on the fleshy mounds.

Your hands move with a mind of their own, caressing, squeezing, kneading the firm globes. She holds your wrists, moaning softly as she pushes her soft tits into your hands, her hard nipples poking into your palms.

"Mmm, you have a nice firm touch", she says softly as she releases your wrists, letting your hands have their way with her tits.

You barely notice her hands creeping up along your thighs. That is, until you feel her fingers brushing over your swollen crotch. You jump a little, feeling somewhat embarrassed as your rod fairly leaps in your pants to her fingers. She smiles at your reaction, cupping her hand lightly over your swollen member.

"It's okay honey. Not many last very long their very first time", she pauses to giggle, "there have been quite a few that would have already shot their loads by now. But you have better control. For that, you deserve a reward".

Your eyes widen as she slides her hands up to undo your belt, your hands frozen on her tits as she undoes your pants, slowly unzipping them. She asks you to lift up a little and you let out a gasp as she quickly tugs your pants and briefs down around your ankles. You blush at the sight of your shirt tented up by your throbbing erection.

She smiles and brushes the flaps of your shirt aside, licking her lips as she sees your dick proudly standing straight up. You suck in your breath as she wraps her fingers around it, holding it lightly, slowly moving her hand up and down your throbbing shaft.

"Oooo, it's already leaking", she says and you look down at the clear pre cum oozing out of the slit at the tip of your bloated knob. She stretches a finger up to smear it over the smooth, plum shaped crown.

"Now don't hold back, okay honey?" she says as she leans forward, inserting her body between your thigh, her soft tits pressing against your inner thighs as they part to accept her. " I like having a guy take control and get a little aggressive, okay?"

You inhale sharply as she brings her face closer, her tongue darting out to lick at the clear fluids seeping out of your dick head. You let out a moan as she swirls her tongue over the sensitive head, laving it. She tilts her head back, pulling your cock downward, looking up into your eyes as her lips envelope the purplish head.

You instinctively reach a hand out towards her head as your hips react to the heat of her mouth by flexing towards you. You stop and start to pull it back. Pamela makes a noise that catches your attention. She's looking at your hand and nodding her head. You smile and place it on the top of her head. She smiles back around the thickness of your rod and slides her lips father down your shaft.

You're awestruck by the image before you. Pamela Anderson, naked and on her knees, her big tits pressing against your thighs, her full lips wrapped around your cock. Your brief reverie is quickly broken as she begins to slide her lips back and forth along your shaft. Your hips move of their own accord, flexing to meet her ovalled mouth.

You give her head a little downward push, wanting her to take you deeper, then stop, not sure if you should. As if reading your mind, she looks up at you, her hands sliding to your hips, pulling you to her. She makes a mewling sound of pleasure as you push down a little more firmly. In response, her tongue goes to work on your shaft, fluttering along it as she sucks at it.

You can already feel the beginnings of your impending explosion, the cum churning in your swaying balls. Your hips move with more determination, going deeper and deeper into the humid heat of her mouth.
You stop as you hear her gag slightly, feeling the head of your cock bump against the back of her throat. You're about to apologize, then suddenly let out a gasp as she pushes her head forward, her lips fastened around the base of your stalk, her nose pressed against your lower belly.

You close your eyes at the intense feeling of your swollen cock head in the tightness of her talented throat, thinking to yourself that no one has ever tried to deep throat you. Your hands push on her head, your hips moving in quick, stabbing jerks against her slobbering mouth.

You look down at the awesome sight as she takes all of you in and out of her mouth, her low moans of pleasure urging you on. Your body and desire take over, your swaying balls slapping against her chin as you feed your cock into her throat.

In moments, you can feel the burning of your seed as it makes it's way up your throbbing shaft and you know that it's eruption is imminent. In a frenzied moment of lucidity you push at her head as if to warn her, but even as you do, you realize that she knows what's about to happen.

She draws her lips back far enough to enable her hand to clasp your raging hard on, gripping it tightly. Her lips also tighten and starts to move both together, stroking your straining shaft and she sucks on it.

Your body writhes under the twin **** on your throbbing member as you feel the explosion about to happen. She sucks voraciously, the wet sound of her bobbing head and suctioning mouth filling the room.

You can hold back no longer and you let out a throaty moan, your body shuddering as it erupts. She gags as the first explosion hits the back of her throat. She expertly draws her head back until just the bloated head of your spewing cock is between her rounded lips, swallowing your cream.

You gasp as her hand pumps your jerking prick, her mouth suctioning on your erupting cock head, her eyes opening wide at the amount of your load as it keeps spurting and spewing forth. Her hand keeps its pace, trying to get every last drop out of you.

You finally feel the intensity of your cumming cock ebbing as your creams dribbles out in drips and drabs. her hand slows but grips harder, milking the last vestiges of your orgasm. She keeps sucking and stroking until you at last feel your drained member start to soften. But she doesn't stop, wanting to make sure she got every last ounce of your load.

"WOW! That was quite a load. Haven't had any in a while, huh?" she breathes when she finally releases your shrinking rod from her hungry mouth. You can only moan and breathe deeply, trying to gather yourself from that incredible blow job, now knowing why Tommy Lee tried so hard to stay with her.

You look down at her and see her licking at the corners of her mouth, licking at whatever may have seeped out. She slumps down, laying her head on your still slightly trembling thigh, reaching out to lightly caress your shrunken dick.

"Hope you enjoyed that as much as I did", she giggles and you flinch as she leans forward to give your sensitive cock head a lick. "Guess you're going to need a bit of a break, huh?"

You can only nod, breathing in deeply as you feel yourself calming down, reaching down to run a hand through her soft hair.

"Any idea what you might want to do next?" she asks, looking up at you.

"Right now, I need my drink", you say and she giggles, asking you to gets hers for her as well. You raise up and stretch for her drink, passing it down to her as you take a sip of your own.

She takes a long draw of her drink through her straw and twists to look up at you. "Want me to tell you what some of your options are?" she asks and you nod, not wanting to think about anything except the memory of Pamela Anderson's lips on your cock.

"Well..", she pauses for a moment, "if I was too much for you, you can go home and come back later," she giggles. "This place is open 24/7. But I think all you need is a little rest," she smiles, reaching out to give your emptied nuts a light squeeze.

"Let's see now.. ", she pauses in thought, " I can stay here and wait until you're all recovered, or go and come back a little later if you wanted.. OR.. you can ask the waitress to take over for me.. OR.. you can have us both."

She laughs as you give her a mixed look of pain and pleasure at that thought. " Okay, want more ideas?" she asks and you nod. "Okay... you can stay here. The room is yours for as long as you want it. You can even reserve it for the next time you come here. Just tell them when you leave and they'll set it up for you. So, you can sit, relax and let the waitress tell you who's here and get them for you. OR, you can go back down to a table and look for yourself. If you don't see anyone walking around the tables, there's a small bar at the back and I'm sure you'll see someone there. Not all the girls go looking for it," she smiles, "some like to get asked".

"There's probably some more but I can't think of any. So.. any ideas?" she asks and snuggles against you, hugging you and pressing her soft tits against your belly.