Fox in the Hen House

Greg had gotten some decent perks from being a Zenith field agent. But the busty, chestnut haired beauty grinding in his lap was definitely top tier.

"You must really like working here."

"Yes sir, I just totally love making guys feel good."

"I can see that." Greg warmly conceded at the growing dampness near his erection. He was no stranger to strip clubs but he had never met a girl that enjoyed lap dances more than customers.

"Well girls too. Mistress Chelsea is so good to us." The last word came out as an erotic groan as she rubbed her g-string covered ass hard against his thigh. She spun around so that he could see her large breast. Kristin hoped he would suck on her nipples. That could totally make her cum.

Greg eagerly latched on to the offered tit and felt her convulse in pleasure. "So how did such a pretty girl come to work as a stripper?" Greg asked after Kristin had stopped twitching from her small orgasm.

"Mmmm thanks for that mister. But yeah, so one day Logan showed up at my parents house and he like, worked for my dad or something. So I was like, he is fucking hot. Then he bought this club and told me to work here."

Even with the majority of his blood pumping to his dick, Greg was still coherent enough to realize that was not normal circumstance. "So what did your dad and Logan do before?"

"Oh my dad totally runs the military base here. Logan used to work for him I think." Kristin happily explained, "But our times up stud, make sure you come and see me for another dance."

"No need to leave,"Greg said quickly. "I've got a hundred dollar bill for you for the next couple songs."

"Well there's other guys I should prob-"

"I'll rub your pussy when security isn't looking."

"Deal." She wrapped her arms around Greg's neck and resumed her erotic gyrations.

"So how did...... Logan?"

"Mhm."

"How did Logan get enough money to open his own club?"

"Well this guy Mark, total jerk, used to own the place but Logan dropped like a whole bunch of money on him and now it's his."

"When did this happen?"

"I dunno.....weeks ago? Maybe a month or more? Why does it matter?" Kristin asked as she dropped to her knees between his legs, dragging her hardened nipples against the fabric of his clothes the whole way.

"If Logan is smart enough to get rich quick and have pretty girls like you work for him. Then I need to copy what he's doing."

"Yeah he's like super smart." Kristin happily agreed and rubbed her cheek against his hard dick.

Greg groaned at the stimulation. "Get up here and let me rub that cunt before I run out of money."

"Sure thing mister." Kristin happily chirped as she straddled his right thigh again.

Greg smiled as he discreetly placed his hand on her warm, wet vag. His grin grew wider as she shifted her G-string to give him better access to her pussy.

Kristin moaned contentedly as she felt his fingers exploring her moist walls. The heat of his fingers radiating pleasantly inside her.

"You know mister, I shouldn't be the only one having all the fun."

"What do you have in mind sweetheart?"

"I can totally jerk you off. My hands are like super soft and I've been told they feel totally amazing."

"Oh yeah, totally." Greg mocked her frankly limited vocabulary. (God bless bimbos) he thought to himself.

"Yay! Let me see what you're packing stud."

Rather than wait for her customer to fish his erection out, Kristin began to deftly undo his zipper and gently expose his a rock solid dick to the warm club air. She grasped firmly at the base of his shaft so that she could have the most room to operate. Her slow pumps matching the gentle rock of her hips. Grinding her clit into Greg's palm and pressing her G-spot against his fingers.

Greg watched in pleased shock as this frankly gorgeous woman fucked herself with his fingers. Actually making love with his hand would be much more accurate than fucking.

Kristin closed her eyes and let out a satisfied moan as she rocked herself into orgasm. She never slowed the tempo of her handjob, but she did begin to twist her hand as she stroked her customer's cock.

"Mmmm, thanks babe." Kristin purred. "So how do you like your tug jobs? Hard and fast?" She quickly switched her tempo to match her question. Causing her breasts to jiggle pleasantly. "Or," she slowed back down to her original tempo with deliciously firm twists, "do you like it slow?"

Greg groaned at her minstrations. "Keep twisting that hand girl. Also, a little lube would be great."

"I can totally lube you up stud." Kristin straddled his hips. Her smile grew serious for a second. "No funny business though. Mistress Chelsea said no fucking and I will totally get security in here if I need to. He knows I'm a little more handsy than most girls, but he also knows that I'm Logan's favorite girl."

Greg wasn't about to test his luck. He was already getting a free upgrade from a handjob to having a super hot stripper rubbing her vag on his dick to lube it up. "You got it sweetheart." He placed his hands on her thighs for emphasis. "Have at it."

"Awesome." Kristin beamed. Her bubbly personality returned as she pumped her slick mound up and down Greg's shaft. Bathing his erection in fem cum. She reached down and spread the lubrication evenly around his dick.

(That should be wet enough) She thought. (Wait, is there such a thing?) She wrapped her hand around the top half of his dick and used her hips to thrust her hand up and down. (I think I will have to ask Mistress Chelsea. She's so smart. And hot. And ohmigosh her mouth is so good.) Kristin caused herself to orgasm yet again as she rubbed her clit against Greg's scrotum and lower shaft.

Greg was rapidly approaching his limit. This chick was just too much raw sexuality for him to handle.

"Oh shit I'm going to cum."

"Fuck yes, cum whenever you want hottie." Kristin egged him on, pumping her hips faster.

"Shit, shit, shit, shitshitshhhhiiiiiii-" Greg groaned appreciably as he shot his load. After a few seconds of post orgasm bliss he noticed Kristin cupping her hands and taking an experimental lick of his seed.

"Did you catch all of it?" He asked incredulously.

"Umm, yeah? I like don't want to clean it out of the seats again. And I totally got you off in time too. I gotta go bye!" Kristin removed herself from Greg's lap and, still cupping her hands, quickly made her way to the back.

"Jesus, that's fucking customer service." Greg chuckled to himself. He almost didn't want to report what he had learned this evening back to HQ. Almost.