What is Larissa Up To?

Svetlana had no interest in women. She often scoffed at teaming up with other strippers for clients, and usually only did so when cornered out on the floor, like Larissa had.

So it was understandable that she started off with resting bitch face, and reluctantly going with it, fully intent to ream Larissa out after.

Or so she had, now though Svetlana played with Larissa's tits, while grinding her ass down into the guy’s lap behind her. It was like her mouth was suddenly alive, an indescribable tease of flavours drawing her to suck long, hard and eagerly from the second tit after the first one had been **** unexpectedly into her mouth.

Svetlana moaned softly looking up in a new appreciation for the beauty of her fellow stripper, her hands no longer gently brushing across the woman. Their touch, hold and grab deftly wandering the other woman’s smooth skin in eager exploration as Svetlana debated if she dared finger Larissa.

Larissa swayed her hips, holding Svetlana tight to her tit as she channeled corruption directly into her cohort's head. She’d done the same twice to Asia, and once to Vixen back stage when pulled aside for a confrontation about messing up the dance rotation.

Larissa was sure Peter appreciated the results of those talks.

Looking around the standard lap dance room Larissa contemplated if everything was truly ready.

Skye, Crystal, Destiny, Asia… Her mental checklist was fumbled with and felt incomplete. Glancing at Chad she gave a quick wink, smiling as she saw Vixen strut her next client in.

The club was mid song as she threw the guy assertively on the couch. “Don’t mind me for starting early, I’ll do the rest of this song fo' free.” Vixen loudly declared climbing atop the guy’s lap and dropping her bra, her tits promptly flanking his face.

"Oh... fuckk..." Larissa moaned locking eyes with a now mischievous looking Svetlana.

Svetlana's straight platinum streaked dirty blonde Bob framed her face perfectly as she was separated from Larissa's second tits and left to go wild kissing down Larissa's body as she flexed the fingers hooked in the bronze strippers pussy in and out.

"Mmm... Naughty girl..." Larissa moaned, relishing how Svetlana was shedding her own sexual boundaries as she sat there performing atop a client.

Larissa kept an eye on Chad, it couldn't be long before he came over, she thought.

What Larissa didn't see was Vixen whispering over the loud music to the man she'd just walked in. He was one of her regulars, and often easily talked into upgrading to the more private viper and champagne areas.

But that didn't serve the porcelain skinned lavender haired strippers perversions tonight.

"Oh dear, it seems all the couches are full." Vixen remarked cupping and grabbing at the firm, contained package of her client.

"How bout you watch Larissa and Svetlana while I suck you off?" The regular barely got a nod off before Vixen collapsed to her knees, her hand hooking forcefully in the waist of his pants pulling forcefully as she voraciously suck him.

Vixen knew it was wrong and completely against the rules. She couldn't help herself, thinking about sucking this fine married man as he saw two of the other girls going wild on a lap dance.

Chad sighed begrudgingly as he slowly got up off his chair. He felt utter disappointment. Often times he was willing to let the girls behavior slip a bit for extra tips, so long as it was plausible he couldn't see what they were doing.

After all, 90% of his job was watching for them to call on him. The other 10 simply stopping things from crossing into prostitution.

Walking slowly to the midst of the lapdance couches Chad paused to shove his hand down his pants and Straighten his own bunched election, trying to dismiss the thought of simply grabbing Vixen's hair and **** her on his cock as he warned her to stop.

As Chad walked forward towards Vixen Larissa saw her chance. Chad couldn't have expected, never mind been prepared for the hand grabbing his belt buckle, and forcefully pulling him around.

Looking at Larissa he nodded from her towards Vixen, communicating he had some where to be, that he wasn't just some prop to play with a client.

Not that it mattered much. Svetlana soon had a hand rubbing Chad's package as Larissa ripped his belt and pants open with supernatural ease.

"Oh damn, ho I needed this." Chad gasped as Svetlana and Larissa mouthed and kissed at his cock.

Vixen noticing the interference she was given quickly doubled down and set to work. Her tits rapidly freed and her happily married man even more happily moaning upwards as she set to work tit fucking him, loudly, and lewdly calling for him to hurry up and cum on her tits.

"Then I can massage it in as you fuck me here on my back!" Vixen lewdly added.

Svetlana was relishing sharing a cock with Larissa, taking turns rewarding this long time observer, and protector with that which he prevented so many from doing, and enjoying.

As Larissa whispered in Svetlana's ear about **** on the cock. "I'm going to face fuck you on that shaft like the tramp you are."

Sure enough, as Svetlana luxuriated in the new found pleasure of the firm grab on her short hair, and the relinquished control to someone else's will on her oral action, Svetlana used her hands to roam her own body.

The overly firm, gravity defying large grapefruit sized breasts she'd bought, the trim, toned body she honed and shaped through daily work outs.

The frail soaking wet thong...

Being pulled up, gasping for air Svetlana coughed and recovered from the **** of her gag reflex having just being proved at.

Larissa was now deep throating Chad, rejoicing at once more having the taste of a fresh cock across her tongue.

"FUCK ME!" Svetlana screamed aloud lolling her head back to gaze at the owner of the lap she was on. "GET THOSE PANTS OFF AND," Svetlana's sentence was cut off as Chad now grabbed her head and plunged his shaft deep into her mouth, a pulled free Larissa held by her hair in his other palm.

"NOW DON’T BE TELLING THEM TO BREAK THE RULES!" Chad ordered, before looking at the stunned and shocked man trapped beneath the stripper. "Let him fish that cock out and break the rules himself."

Surveying the room Chad took inventory of how things had started getting out of hand since his cock had been pulled out.

Alice would have his head, but then again she could use being fucked by this room full of people to put her in line.

Letting Svetlana gasp for breath Chad let go of Larissa's hair and gently stroked his long aching cock. Embracing the dark thought, that he should have tried out this merchandise sooner.