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By Kristen Kathleen Becker

This story takes place inside a "very private" club that caters to a special clientele. Socially and sexually sophisticated jet-setters visit this club whenever they are in town. There are places like the Pink Pussy elsewhere, but none quite so entertaining.
Gretchen is a private dancer. She's had many experiences in her young life, but the one she describes here is one of her favorites.
She was born in Eastern Germany, in a small hamlet called Hetzobaden, and grew up in an authoritarian society. When the Berlin Wall fell, she was one of the first people to leave, gravitating to Berlin and becoming an exotic dancer because of her outstanding looks.
She soon had more money than she'd ever thought possible. She was a very talented dancer, in great demand.
After a year or so of dancing in Berlin clubs Gretchen was given an opportunity to make big money, in one of the private sex clubs in Munich. Today she is a private dancer at the best one, and her act is fascinating to watch.
I'll let her take the story on from there...

I met Kristen and Kathy last year at the Pink Pussy. I'd worked there for almost six months by then, and remember seeing them walk into the bar area and sit down for a drink or conversation.
It was unusual for unescorted women to visit the Pink Pussy unless they were gay. This couple, however, didn't look that way to me, and, believe me, I can usually tell.
I was in the middle of my act when they came in, and I couldn't see them that well, but it struck me that they looked rather young to be there. The platinum blonde had a certain magnetism for me and I couldn't take my eyes off her, at least not until Kurt jammed his big weenie into my mouth.
At that point I lost track of the girls. I'd been on stage for about 20 minutes, and we were about to start the really wild stuff. The act was popular with the customers, and there was a lot for me to do. I had to concentrate, because it isn't easy to take in something that big right up to the hilt.
Kurt began fucking my mouth with his big dick, and I went into my act. I let him push me down on the floor of the stage and penetrate my mouth and throat as deeply as he would a woman's vagina. Believe me when I say that taking a man's erect penis up to the hilt in one's throat takes a certain talent. Most women can't do it, no matter how hard they try; the gag reflex is very hard to avoid.
But it was part of our act, so Kurt was pumping away, in and out of my throat, and I was massaging his big balls. The act required us to pretend to be members of the audience who'd gone up on stage to have sex in front of everybody. Many in the audience would follow us as the evening wore on, and it was our job to get the ball rolling.
I've always enjoyed exhibiting myself in public. I'm proud of my body, and work hard to keep it just right. (I've enclosed my picture with this story; it's the one Kristen and Kathy would have seen displayed inside the private lobby, behind the regular night-club. They show all our pictures, so that people won't be upset if they notice we're not really just part of the audience. You'll like my picture. It's my favorite.)
As Kurt started to get excited - and I can always tell when that happens - he pumped away even harder into my mouth. At the last moment, as planned, he pulled out and sprayed me with a healthy load of spunk.
As usual, I tried to catch it in my mouth while he jerked his wanger about, kneeling at my side. It was very messy, as always, and the audience loved it, getting to their feet and cheering us on.
Kurt's a good boy; there aren't too many men who could come two or three times a night in front of a crowd. If I were a man, I think I'd get so bored with sex I'd have a hard time ejaculating.
Well, maybe not, because I can orgasm many times on stage, and I've been doing this for quite a while.
Kurt finished his masturbation show, and lowered his beautifully firm body onto mine to rub his sperm between our bodies. I pretended to be overcome by passion when he put his big penis between my legs and placed his knob against my pussy lips; and I rolled my eyes and grunted when he fell heavily on top of me and thrust his shaft into my cunt.
While he was pumping away I looked out at the audience and saw the two girls again. They'd moved to a table near the front (ringside tables are always given to attractive women) and the blonde was watching us intently.
Her friend looked as if she'd seen it all before and wasn't really paying attention. Instead, she seemed to be sizing up the men in the room.
Kurt finally went into his orgasm act, and I went with him. He started really pounding into me, while I wrapped my legs around his hips and started meeting his thrusts. I was really enjoying Kurt's cockthrusts; he could be like a machine after his first orgasm of the night.
He started grunting, pretending to come inside me, and I realized he was going to call it quits before I got myself off, so I grabbed him and rolled on top. There was no way I was going to let him leave me feeling frustrated. I started riding him as though he were one of those mechanical bulls you see in fake western night clubs.
I was really enjoying myself, and as I rode Kurt's cock I looked down at the blonde and saw that she was right there with me. She was holding her breath, and it was obvious that she was oblivious to everything else; it was as if I was performing for her alone.
She looked so sexy, gazing up at me with innocent lust in her eyes, that I became excited, and an orgasm began, quite involuntarily, to rise up inside me. In moments I came on Kurt's big dick, and as my body shook in a mindless, orgasmic state I looked into her eyes, and we connected. She was right there with me, and it felt wonderful.
Of course, Kurt, the consummate professional, came right along with me, and our show reached a sexual height most couples can only dream about.
We collapsed in a sweating, sticky heap, breathing like a couple of blacksmith's bellows. At last I stood up, and so did Kurt, and we gave our signature smiles to everyone before prancing off the stage.
"Thanks, Kurt. That was great. You always surprise me with your technique. Just when I think I'll have to pretend, you get me horny."
Kurt smiled complacently, saying in his Bavarian accent: "Gretchen, you're much too horny to need to pretend; that's why I like to perform with you. You're always my first choice. Well, I'm off to the shower. We're on again in two hours." And with that, he walked naked down the hall, his magnificent wanger swaying in front of him.

You might think, with all the sex we get, that we'd become blase about it, but you'd be wrong. Sure, as far as being naked around people is concerned, you get used to that, but fucking in public is always a turn-on.
Suddenly remembering my little blonde, I hurried to my dressing room and took a quick shower. The time between shows was our own, when we might choose to lie back and relax, or go out into the crowd, and maybe do a little private dancing.
Private dancing is where the big money is. A talented girl - or guy, for that matter - can make a lot in one night. I once got a ten-grand fee for about twenty minutes' work. That's unusual, though I keep my eyes peeled for rich Arabs now.
My normal nightly take is around two to three thousand, not counting the money I get from the club. That's taxable; the rest isn't. At any rate, it says something about my state of mind when I tell you I wasn't thinking about private dancing at that moment; only about that little blonde.
After finishing my shower and douche, I looked for something appropriate to wear. I picked out a French T, which is a silk dress, cut like a normal T-shirt for girls.
Looking at myself in the mirror, I could see through the material every curve and plane of my body, even the little goose bumps around my areolae. It occurred to me that most women would be scared stiff to wear something so revealing in public.
After admiring my body a little while, I bounced out through the door and into the main room to look for my potential new playmates. I wasn't certain they'd still be there, but when I remembered the look in the younger girl's eyes I was hopeful.
Yes, there they were, giggling together about something. For a second I was uncertain what to do; what if my intrusion was unwelcome? However, I really wanted to meet them, especially the blonde who had so intrigued me, so I plucked up courage and strolled over to their table, ignoring the usual offers from customers I passed.
"Hello. My name is Gretchen. May I sit with you for a moment?" Both girls looked up at me. The older one smiled, but the younger, blonde girl seemed startled. I thought I saw her shiver, but it might have been my imagination.
"Why, of course. We loved your show, and we were just talking about you," the older girl said. She sounded American.
Americans seem to stand out in Europe. I guess Europeans do the same over in America. She continued: "I'm Kathy, and this is Kristen. I can't tell you how sexy you looked up there."
"Thank you. Coming from such a good looking member of our gender, I consider that a real compliment. Have you been here before?"
"No. We're in Germany for the international figure skating competition in Nuremberg. We had a few days on our own and, well, I'd heard of this place, and just had to visit while we had the chance."
Kathy was gushing, and mixing up some of her words in her excitement. I turned to the blonde. "And you, what do you think of the nightclub?" I examined her closely, and was as intrigued as the first time I saw her. She looked quite innocent, but I sensed a kindred spirit lurking behind those big blue eyes. I continued to stare at her as the silence stretched out, then she started as if shocked by electricity, and her beautiful young face flushed an inviting pink. "I... I... I'm sorry," she stammered. "I didn't mean to stare at you. It's just that I... don't really know what you said just then. I was so busy looking at you that I wasn't hearing anything. Please forgive me..."
"My beautiful young friend, I could forgive you anything. Please don't be sorry. I, too, enjoyed looking at you." I smiled at her, hoping that things would go as I planned. I hadn't realized before that they were American, or I'd have taken it into consideration. We all know what prudes Americans are. I still felt, however, that I could make a new friend if I tried hard enough.
By now another couple were on stage. They were amateurs, but I had to admit they looked pretty good undressed. "Kristen, you didn't answer me earlier. Have you enjoyed yourself this evening?"
"Oh yes. I didn't think I would, but Kathy talked me into coming, and I can't begin to tell you how sexy I think this place is." She said this with such enthusiasm that I was charmed.
"What did you think of Kurt and me on stage?"
"I've never been so turned-on in my life. I never thought that sex could be so, well, sexy. You almost made me want to join in." Kristen giggled nervously as she said the last sentence.
That was my cue - what a lovely girl to give me such an opening. "Kristen, Kathy, how would you like to perform for the audience?" I truly thought they would make excellent performers. I could tell they'd look good naked on stage - their bodies were really shapely, perhaps because of their ice skating - but would they do it?
Kristen sounded shocked. "Oh no! I could never do that. Honestly, I'd die of embarrassment. But you do it, Kathy. You'd be wonderful."
"Kristen's a virgin; that's why she's so shy. But I have to agree with her. I just wanted to see some hot sex; not perform or anything like that." Kathy sounded a little nervous, but I noticed a glint in her eyes.
"A pretty girl like you still a virgin?" I said. "That's hard to believe. How old are you, Kristen?"
"I was 18 last February, and it may sound weird, but between school and trying to be a professional skater I haven't had a lot of time for dating, and boys and things. And I don't like being made fun of about it."
"I don't mean to do that, Kristen, honest. I just felt a kind of connection between us, and thought you might like to perform. It could be just you and me... and Kathy too, if she wants... You know, you won't be here that long, and this could be your only chance. Many women do it here, just once. It's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to let oneself go. You might find that it's as enjoyable as it looks. And I don't just ask anyone, you know."
"I don't want to get pregnant or even take the risk of having it happen. I admit the idea does excite me, but what with diseases, and the pregnancy thing, it's just out of the question." Kristen said this with such a cute firmness in her voice, it made me smile.
"Sweety, I wouldn't let anything happen to you. For your information, the professionals who perform here make as much as $600,000 a year, and don't want to get pregnant, or contract any kind of disease. Kurt has had a vasectomy, and couldn't make you pregnant if he tried. But I was thinking about just us girls. Come on, Kristen. Give it some thought. I can just see us up there; and I know the crowd would go wild to see you."
I noticed that Kathy seemed to be thinking over what I'd just said, and I remembered my first time. I hadn't been a virgin or anything, but it was a great thrill. To get up in front of 50 people and have sex with someone makes the heart pound like nothing else. That first time, I just let it happen, letting the man do whatever he wanted to me, and just reacting to his touch.
I think I had more orgasms that night than ever before, or since. It was as if every nerve ending in my body was on fire. I tried again.
"Kristen, you'll never have better sex than with me; I guarantee it. You won't have to do anything, just leave it to me. And Kathy, I know you'd love it too. Come on, what do you say? Our show starts within the hour, and I'd love to have both of you in it."
Kathy had a glazed look in her eyes, but answered after a little hesitation: "Sure. Why not? I guess I really wanted to do it all the time. Come on, Kristen, lets both do it. It'll be fun, and you don't have to do anything you don't want to up there. Besides, I've seen you in the shower often enough, and I can tell you you've nothing to be embarrassed about. This is a one- off chance, and if we don't take it we'll always wonder what it would have been like."
"Kathy! I can't believe you said that!" Kristen sounded shocked; it was obvious that she usually agreed with her friend.
I really wanted to have sex with this girl, so I pushed just a little harder. "Kristen, it would be a fling for you. In a few days you're going home to America, where there's nothing like this. You'll be perfectly safe with professionals, and believe me when I say it will be a memory that will stay with you the rest of your life."
"Well... I don't know... I've never considered doing anything like this."
I could tell her resolve was breaking down, and looked at Kathy for support. Kathy got the idea and piped up: "Come on, Krissy. Let's do it - I dare you. I'll do it if you will. Come on."