THE NEW COACH CHAPTER 23 (Lisa's PoV)

Lisa’s PoV:

“Damn, bitch, you two are really good at it. How long have you two been a whore?” the man whose cock we currently suck asked us. He was the tenth man we got double teamed tonight.

I didn’t answer him and kept licking his ball, the task of answering questions was entirely handled by Auntie Hannah. Agent Hannah wasn’t my real aunt, but I didn’t know why it was easy to think of her as my aunt.

“I have been one for some years already, on and off, so you won’t find me everyday in the street, but this is the first night for my niece here. Yet, her skill with her tongue is top notch, right?” The agent replied.

The man nodded his head several times. He had a satisfied, lecherous smile on his face.

“So, believe me now that you will get your money's worth?”

“Yes, I believe now. How about I add another $500, but you will let me fuck you two?” Asked the man.

“$500? We will think about it, actually, we don’t have any plans for selling our intimate holes tonight.”

“$1000. I can give you $1000 for a fuck.” The man took out his wallet and showed us his stack of one hundred bills.

I paused for a moment. The man really took out $1000 in cash directly. It seemed to be effective in attracting Auntie Hannah’s attention. Would she agree to let the man fuck us for $1000?

“She’s new, and I don’t plan to sell my niece’s pussy. But we can talk if you want to fuck me for $1000.” Hannah made a counter offer to the man.

The man only took a minute to consider and accepted the deal.

“Be a good girl, and don’t stray far, it is fine if you want to see the inside of the strip club but never accept any drink from strangers. Also, don’t offer any man’s blowjob without me. I will give you your share when I’m back.” Hannah instructed me before she and the man walked away, probably looking a place where they could fuck.

Once the agent left, I was all alone in this shady strip club back alley. I could feel the men around this place began to eye me like I am a dog looking at a tasty piece of meat once Hannah wasn’t around. This place did not feel safe for me. No wonder that the agent let me go inside the strip club. It might be safer inside the stripclub instead of being outside. How much safer is it? I didn’t know.

The bouncer stopped me for a moment when I was about to enter, he looked at me from the top of my hair to my shoe.

“How old are you?” the bulky guard asked.

“19.”

“19? Nice boob job you got there, kiddo. Are you going to join the stripper audition?”

“Uhmm…yes,” I lied to him, I thought it would get me an easier entry, “may I enter?”

“Alright,come in. You can meet Marco to participate in the audition. Just ask the bartender to show you the person.”

The bouncer stepped aside to let me in. The guy groped my butt when I passed him.

God damn creep! I cursed in my mind but let him cop a feel for a moment before I walked deeper to the club. Honestly, I felt quite complicated. On one hand, I feel disgusted by all the sex acts that I did, and these harassments I experienced tonight, but on another hand, my body loved it. Every time I sucked those men’s cock, or licked their balls, I felt like I was going to puke, but my pussy grew so wet. I was on the verge of orgasm a few times just from kissing their balls, it was the reason that I didn’t stop even when I felt it was repulsive. I realized that the mind in this body might have returned to me, but this body still belonged to Candy.

The inside of the club was surprisingly decent looking than their exterior. It had carpet clad walls, and wooden flooring. On the other end of the room was an elevated runway stage where the stripper and DJs did their gigs. Some round tables and seats scattered around the room. Aside from the stage that was brightly lit by spotlight, the rest of the room was only dimly lit by pink lights.

I didn’t go to the bartender like the bouncer suggested. I wasn’t here for the stripper audition anyway and Hannah had told me to not accept any drink from strangers in this place.But with nowhere else to go, I chose to sit on a seat near the stage, watching these strippers take turns to dance on the stage.

The old me would hate to see these slutty bimbo dancing and showing off their body, but the current me was fixated on them. Seeing those girls dancing sexily in front of a lot of people gave me a sense of deja vu. I felt that I had been there, dancing in front of a lot of men. Candy probably did it when she was in control of this body.

A blonde haired stripper suddenly came down the stage, and walked toward a man who sat not far from my seat. The man had thrown several dollar bills at her, and the stripper reciprocated his action by giving the man a quick personal lap dance. The big-titted slut was grinding his crotch.

The more I saw her, the stronger the sense of deja vu I had. A surge of memory then resurfaced in my mind. Candy’s memory. It was a vague one, but I recalled that I had given someone a lap dance. It was in a place that had iron bars. Prison? Unfortunately, I couldn’t tell who was the man I gave a lap dance to. Not only lap dance, the lap dance was just a foreplay between me and the man. We were fucking. I was on the verge of cum, when someone else stopped us from continuing.

I didn’t know whether I should thank that person that stopped the mystery man from cumming inside me or hate them because they denied her a chance to orgasm.

More importantly, what business did Candy have in prison? And who is that man? Why did Candy give the man a lap dance?

I had several questions in my mind after these memories. Maybe agent Hannah could help me answer my doubt. I felt that this was the big clue that we needed to catch the mastermind behind all this.

When I was indulging in my memories, I didn’t realize that the stripper girl had finished giving the man a lap dance and then moved toward me.

“Hey, sexy, you look like our kind of girls, do you want to try stripping?” asked the stripper as she paused her step in front of me.

“I’m not participating in the audition though.”

“No problem, in this club, you don’t need to go through the audition if you only want to do a voluntary stripping once in blue moon. You only go through the audition if you want to be a regular stripper hired by the club. ” The stripper explained. “So, do you want to go up on the stage?”

“Yes,” I blurted out. I didn’t know why I said yes, I wasn’t here to be a stripper. That was the plan, but I felt the stage was calling me. The call grew stronger once I regained the vague memory. Maybe I could remember more if I strip.

“Anyway, You can call me Destiny. And what name can I use to call you?” Destiny asked me.

“Ra–Candy, please call me Candy,” I replied to Destiny, telling her to call me Candy instead of Raven or Lisa. Candy was a more suitable name for a stripper.

“Alright, Candy, let’s go up on the stage with me.”

I followed Destiny back to the stage. Destiny was an experienced hype maker, she introduced me to the audience with exaggerated titles like Prodigious Stripper and Enchantress. Wasn’t she worried if I turned out not living up to the title she gave?

Destiny pushed me to the center of the stage and let me start dancing. At the start, I danced clumsily like a complete amateur. Honestly, I didn’t know how to do a strip dance, but my dance became smoother and sexier once I let my body take full control of myself. I just stopped thinking and let Candy’s muscle memory do her job. I started to undress, and removed my clothing one by one following the rhythm of the music until I was completely naked.

I heard the audience gasping. Their eyes were feasting on my naked body. And I feel so hot, so turned on by the attention. My cunt completely soaked and was leaking a lot of pussy juice. The audience started clapping, and each of their claps seemed like a push of a wave that cracked the dam little by little.

Oh my god. I realized that I couldn’t hold my orgasm anymore.

“Oh fuuuucckkkkk,” My body shuddered, and I came on the stage. I didn’t care about making fools of myself. It felt so good, orgasming felt so good, being Candy felt so good. Why did I even resist it?

Continued in the next part >>>

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