She keeps going.

“Ugh, fine.” she said begrudgingly with a not so happy look on her face. Wendy continued on, freeing her arms from the dress and her boobs still bulging out from her loose bra. She got on her knees and moved her hands to his crotch to unzip his pants. She fished out his huge cock, already hard from her strip dance, shocked at the sight of his enormous meat pole. “Shit, its so fucking big,” she thought to herself. It wasn’t since her early twenties since Wendy handled someone’s cock, but none of them even compared to the size and girth of this member. It was turning her on a bit, pretty much the last thing she wanted right now.

“What’s wrong, Wendy? Never had one this big before?” he chuckled. She glared at him, not being in the best mood for his jokes. She slowly stroked up and down it’s length, gliding her fingers across the surface. She stuck her tongue and slapped the top of his prick on it, then licking around the tip. It didn’t taste as bad as she expected. In fact, she rather enjoyed it. “Fuck yeah, now suck on it, you whore.”

Wendy wrapped her luscious red lips around the tip of his shaft, sliding it down her mouth and deepthroating it all the way to the base of his crotch. She squeezed her lips together, slowly pulling his cock out of her mouth, red lipstick and saliva coating the outside of his cock. Spit ran down her chin and onto her huge tits, leaving a glossy, wet sheen across her soft mounds. She looked at him and ginned, jacking off his now wet shaft faster. “Like that, mister? Now, buckle up, big boy. I’m going to give you the best blowjob you ever got.” Wendy gave up, no longer able to resist the immense amount of pleasure she was having.

The sultry server spat on his dick and rubbed the saliva across the top of it. She swallowed his yummy cock back into her mouth and plunged it deeper into her throat, causing her neck to bulge from its massive girth. Her mouth was salivating while she used her tongue to apply the slick fluid on his prick to ease her movements. She took hold of his cock with her hand, pumping it harder and faster into her warm mouth, Her lips moved up and down the length of his wet phallus, making slurping noises along with her moans of ecstasy. “Mmmmmh. It’s so yummy.” she thought.

Soon enough, Wendy’s pussy started dripping through her panties, her free hand moving down to rub and finger her wet clit. Her partner looked at her and smiled in delight. “You’re enjoying this more than I thought. I knew you would be able to handle yourself.” The man placed his hands on her bra, sliding his fingers inside cups and pulling out her magnificent breasts. “Damn, girl. Your tits are so fucking great. Big and soft, just how I like them.” He groped and squished the soft flesh, causing them to jiggle around some more. His hands pinched and pulled on her nipples, causing Wendy to moan louder while blowing his dick and fingering herself.

“Oh fuck, here its comes.” The man grabbed a hold of her hair, pumping his dick harder into her throat. The sounds of slurping and moaning grew louder, both lovers His balls churned with semen, ready to ejaculate at any moment. “Shit, I’m fucking cumming.” He slammed her mouth to the base of his cock, streams of semen shooting down into her stomach. Her mouth was filled with his hot, sticky cum, some spurting out from her lips and falling on her heavenly titties. He let go of her hair, exhausted from the stimulating experience. Wendy slowly pulled his dick out her mouth, making an audible *POP*. The man’s penis was still hard, the cum slut taking the time to slurp and lick off the leftover spunk from his cock. “Mmmhh, your cum is so delicious. That cock felt amazing in my mouth.”

The worn out club owner pulled up his pants, getting up while Wendy went over to the bathroom mirror. She was wiping off the sex fluids off her skin and clothing, trying to make herself presentable for work. The man pulled a wad of cash from his pocket, counting the money he promised along with his business card. “That was amazing, Wendy. If you’re looking for more fun, give me a call and I’ll hook you up.” She took the cash and looked at the business card. She started yelling, “The fuck is this shit? A strip club? No way, I’m not fucking doing…” When she looked back up to slap him across the face, but he was already gone.

“WENDY! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU!?!” She heard Jimmy’s voice from outside the door. “Ah, shit.” she said to herself. She quickly ran out of the bathroom, her boss waiting behind the counter. “Where the hell were you all this time? You’ve been gone for at least an hour and I’ve been working double time to cover your ass.” he yelled, his face fuming with rage. “Jimmy, I can explain...” she cried. “I don't even want to hear any of your excuses anymore,” he interrupted, ”I’ve had it with you, Wendy. You’re fired.”

Wendy grabbed her stuff and stormed out of the diner, enraged at her now former boss. She got into her car, putting her hands on her face and sobbing, her tears smudging the mascara on her face. “What am I supposed to do now? I’ve got no job and no way to pay rent or save up for my modelling career.” She sat there for a moment to collect her emotions. After she calmed down, she soon remembered about the contact card the club owner gave her. She stared at the card, taking the moment to decide whether to call the owner or find out another path to financial stability.