Sideline Ch. 02

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It was nearly ten o’clock when I slid the key into my front door lock. I had left the precinct around seven but then stopped at a bar called the Cherry Stem. Always good to see what the completion was doing. Of course completion was more than an exaggeration. The Panama Club was little more than a dive where The Cherry Stem was a posh uptown lounge but with similar minded regulars.

I pushed my door open to the sound of laughter coming from the television. As I entered the small foyer, Charlie’s head appeared from around the end of the sofa. She watched as I kicked my shoes off and let my jacket slide off my shoulders. I dropped it on a chair and went into the living room. Charlie had apparently taken my advice regarding a shower. She looked fresh scrubbed and she had also managed to find a tee shirt and a pair of boxers from my bedroom dresser.

The sight of the little nymph setting there with her smooth youthful legs crossed on top of the coffee table made the idea of her snooping through my drawers palatable. I spied an open bottle of pinot on the counter and then noticed a glass setting beside Charlie.

After pouring a glass for myself I said. “You’re too young to drink.” I sat down beside her.

She grinned. “You going to arrest me?”

I sipped the wine. “I already tried that.” I replied. I picked up the remote and turned the TV off.

“I was watching that.” She said.

“And now you’re not.” I answered.

“You always going to be a bully?” She said.

“Is that my tee shirt?” I ignored her criticism.

“You want it back?” She grinned again.

“I do.” I said. Charlie turned toward me. She crossed her hands and grabbed the hem of the tee and pulled it over her head. She was so petite as to look slightly masculine. Her breasts were small but with stiff little nipples that made her appear to be in constant arousal. I took a moment to admire her. “Those are mine too.” I added.

She looked down at her crotch even though she had to know what I meant. “I’m not wearing panties.”

“What, you couldn’t find any you liked in my dresser?” I asked.

“I just didn’t bother.” She was acting like she was embarrassed or about to pout.

I put the fingers of my right hand under her chin. Looking into her eyes, I whispered. “Are you staying the night?”

She hesitated so I slipped a finger into the top of the boxers. “If you are, you won’t need these.”

She leaned against the back of the sofa and lifted her little butt high enough that she could push the boxers down to her knees. She let them fall to the floor and kicked her feet free. She looked down at them laying on the carpet. “You really want them?”

I leaned in and softly pressed my lips to hers. I love kissing women even though I don’t do it often enough. I really don’t know why.

My tongue was exploring her mouth when I felt her fingers slid between my legs, searching out my crotch. I laid over, taking her with me. We settled on our sides, facing each other. I spent the next fifteen minutes, my mouth spreading saliva over her cheeks and neck. Her fingers relentless but unable to lower my zipper enough to slide her hand inside.

“Go turn the light out.” I whispered and her hand left me without protest. I watched the little beauty wiggle her way to the switch and return to me. I had undone my belt and the pesky zipper. “Take them off.” I instructed as I started to unbutton my blouse. She pulled the slacks down my legs and over my feet. I opened my blouse and unhooked the front clasp of my bra. My breasts would also be considered smallish even though they were twice the size of hers.

Charlie settled back onto the sofa beside me. I kissed her. Her mouth was soft, lips cool. The fingers of my right hand laced into her hair and I guided those lips to my breast. She took my nipple as if I was giving her a gift. Sucking, licking, she started to make a sweet, barely audible, humming sound.

I let her pleasure me, alternating between my breasts. I could guide her effortlessly with the slightest bit of pressure from my fingertips. My pussy greeted her, wet and wanting, when her fingers finally found their way inside the top of my panties.

I nevşehir escort immediately realized her plan when her lips left my tit and began kissing along my ribs. My hands, under her armpits, halted her progress. I lifted her easily. My maneuver was to roll onto my back and ease her back to me. I found her mouth and my tongue went deep inside. Her own tongue began greedily jousting with mine. I know she was taken by surprise. I had never before spent any time attending to her. I had all but demanded that she be the one to please me. I think I even surprised myself.

But, I had been considering this for some time. “Come to me.” I whispered and pulled her forward until I could kiss her tummy. My hands slipped between her legs, I spread them, pushing them to either side of me. With my hands cupping her ass cheeks, I eased her the rest of the way forward. I could feel her shiver.

The first hint of her sex, her aroma, was hot, sweet, earthy. It forced my thoughts back to my own high school days. The time after class when my music teacher took me into the coatroom, lifted her dress, removed her panties and told me to lay on the floor. She lowered herself to me without any other instruction. Her fragrance was very similar as my tongue slid along the folds of her labia, any labia for the very first time. I would find myself willingly in that room many times before graduation. Just as I found myself in her bed on many afternoons over the following summer.

Charlie’s pussy was delicate, nearly hairless without the need of a razor. I raised my head and kissed it. She leaned forward, her hands gripping the sofa arm. I felt her legs press outwards, opening herself, lowering herself onto my mouth. She was grunting as she began working her hips. She was experiencing something new, something wanton. I ate her without effort. I was aroused by it. I could feel my own pussy seeping juices. She was climaxing right there, right above me, she was shaking and I swear I could hear her whimper. As her orgasm waved over her, my mouth was being flooded with her sex. I lapped and licked and consumed her.

I was not sure when she finally calmed down. She was laying forward, her arms now dangled to her sides. She was not moving but I could feel her breathing, every rise and fall of her abdomen. She was peaceful and I hated to interrupt her contentment.

My hand patted her butt, cupped her ass cheek. I squeezed gently. That was when she started giggling. Softly at first and then with more commitment. She tried to ease herself down to lay her head on my chest but she was week and disoriented and she just slid off onto the floor. When I looked down, she was sort of pinned between the sofa and the table and still laughing.

As I looked down at her, she had never looked more adorable. “You want to share?”

Her eyes were moist. They shined in the darkness. “I.” She started. “I love you.”

My hand traced along her chest, her neck, over her chin. I ran the tip of a finger over her mouth. “You might want to think about that.”

She shook her head. “It has nothing to do with tonight.” She said. “Nothing at all. It’s just that this is the first time I felt like I could tell you.”

“Yea, well, go start the shower. I smell like pussy.” She crawled to her knees and slowly stood. As she wiggled out of the room I worried that I might have just fucked up a really good thing. I stood up, shrugged and said to the dark room. “Fuck it.”

It was Sunday afternoon when I came out of the den after dealing with the monthly chore of bills and paperwork. I checked the clock. It was two thirty. Charlie was laying on the sofa still in what had become her normal house wear, tee and panties. “Go get dressed.”

She looked at me and smiled. “Anything special?”

“Those lime green shorts might be fun.” Charlie sort of danced down the hall and disappeared. I was in jeans and a tee with sneakers. I went to the cabinet in the foyer, unlocked the top drawer and removed a small 38 with a belt clip holster. With that attached, I removed a black leather jacket from the closet. It concealed the gun quite well.

Charlie bounced down the hall smiling. nevsehirescort.net She looked good enough to eat in that outfit. The shorts were just short enough and tight enough to start you imagining what was inside. “Where we going?”

“The club.” I said. Charlie paused. I had never taken her or even allowed her anywhere near the place.

Surprisingly she said nothing more about it until we were in the parking lot. “So, why now?” She asked.

I got out of the SUV and walked around in front of it, waited. She slid out and came up beside me. I thumbed the key remote and the door locks engaged with a beep. “You want to be a part of my life? I figure you might want to know exactly what that entails.” I ran my arm around her waist and the two of use strolled out to the street and in the front entrance of the Panama Club.

Jade was setting on a hard stool next to the door. She was there to collect a ten dollar admission fee. We didn’t start the cover charge as a profit center but to keep out the vagrants and homeless from coming in and sleeping in a dark corner. I patted her knee, she was already in costume which didn’t consist of much. “This is Charlie.” I said. “She is going to be working here.”

Jade smiled at Charlie and said “Nice to meet you, Charlie.” Then she looked at me and winked.

I moved in through the darkness and over to the bar. Charlie was tugging at my hand. I leaned on the bar top and looked at her. “What?”

“Working here?” She asked.

I leaned over and kissed her on the mouth. “Why? You don’t think you could shake that little ass in time with the jukebox?”

“Eva, please.” Charlie whispered.

Carla, our newest girl was behind the bar. She walked down to stand in front of us. “Two Jack black’s neat.” I said. Carla went to pour our drinks. Charlie was looking at something behind me. When I turned, Jenna had come down the stairs and headed our way. Carla put the drinks in front of us and waited.

I looked at her. “You doing okay?”

“Yea.” She said. “Very well actually. Thanks.” I nodded as she moved back up the bar.

Jenna stopped between Charlie and I. “You were right.” She said. “A real sweetie.” She had her hand around Charlie’s shoulders. I could tell Charlie was nervous but was doing a good job of hiding it from strangers. Jenna looked at me, back at Charlie and back to me. “You say she’s management material?” Jenna shrugged. “Good with me. Come up to the office before you leave.” She disappeared back up the stairs.

“Uh, management? What?” Charlie.

I smiled and pushed her drink toward her. I held mine out and she finally picked hers up. We clinked, I downed mine and she took a small sip of hers. She coughed.

“You need a way to earn money without hustling on the street.” I waited.

“I like the hustle.” She offered. “I’m good at it.”

“One of these days you are not going to get away from a group of pissed college boys.” I said.

“When that happens.” I brushed her cheek. “You will get hurt, I will be very sad and then I will kill some fucking smart ass college boys.” I pulled her close. “Please don’t make me sad.”

I was surprised when she picked up her drink and downed what was left. She placed the glass on the bar and looked at me. She shrugged. “So, what the fuck does a manager in a strip bar do?”

I put my arm around her, letting my hand slide down her back until I was cupping her ass. I patted. “That’s my girl.”

“One thing though.” She said leaning across the bar. “Are the drinks free to the manager?”

“Yes.” I whispered.

“Excuse me.” Charlie called down the bar. Carla looked up. “Two more.” She turned around, leaned back and placed her elbows on the top of the bar. “I can fucking do this.”

“Fuck.” I said. She looked at me. “I’ve created a monster. A hot little fucking monster.”

We had emptied our second drink when three of the girls came in the front entrance. They all looked almost normal in street clothes. When they passed us heading toward the back dressing room I called out to one named Cherrie. She looked at me. “When you get dressed, take the door and tell Jade to come to the office.

After they were gone, I said. “Come on, I’ll show you the brains of this place.”

When we entered Jenna’s office, she was standing in front of her desk. The hot little blonde was there and Jenna had her arms around her waist. Her lips were roaming along the girl’s neck. She stopped long enough to look my way. “You have horrible timing.”

She pushed the blonde away and the girl went over and sat on the sofa. Jenna took her seat behind her desk. She looked at me. “She isn’t going to be barging in here like you do, is she?”

“Might be better to ask me.” Charlie surprised me once more as she spoke up for herself. “I don’t really care what you do with this one. I’m happy to knock whenever I come up here or we can do the necktie on the doorknob thing.” She shrugged at Jenna then she smiled at me.

She went over to the sofa and sat down next to the blonde. “What’s your name?”

“Beth.” She said.

Charlie placed a hand on her thigh. She slowly ran it along her leg letting her fingers brush her G-string covered crotch. Then she whispered. “You dance too or just do the boss?”

“I dance.” Beth said.

Charlie stood up. “Try to keep your two obligations separate.” Charlie got up and walked back beside me. She looked at Jenna. “I’ll try not to crowd your space.”

Jenna grinned. She looked at me. “You are right.” She said. “She is defiantly management material.”

About that time I heard Jade coming up the stairs. I pointed that direction. “We will be down the hall.” I took Charlie’s arm and we went out of the office just as Jade reached the top step. I just tilted my head and she followed the two of us. About three doors down, I opened a door and guided Charlie inside. Then I stepped back so Jade could enter.

“Jade.” I said. “This is Charlie our new manager.”

Jade nodded. “That’s cool.” She said.

“I need you to get to know her, Look after her, protect her.” I said.

“And?” She smiled at me.

“Yea.” I nodded. “And.” I looked at Charlie. I’ll be down stairs. When you two come down, I want both of you to know who is in charge. And Charlie, I want you to know you can depend on her.”

Jade unhooked her G-string letting it drop and then reached for Charlie’s shorts. “Well boss lady, let’s just get you unwrapped.” She kissed Charlie’s cheek as she slid her hands into the waist band. “I have a feeling that I am going to like this as much as you.”

It was an hour and a half before the two girls came into the main room. They spied me at a table talking to Judge Maxwell. I waved Jade off and she disappeared into the dressing room. Charlie settled into a seat beside me. She was as sated as I had ever seen her. I was almost jealous. Almost.

One of the girls set a shot in front of Charlie letting her fingers brush her shoulder as she turned away. Strippers and hookers have an interesting way of showing acceptance.

“Well she is a real cutie.” The judge said looking at Charlie. Charlie took a sip of her whiskey. She was really in another place.

“Judge, this is our new manager, Charlie.”

“Not a dancer?”

“Sorry.” I offered.

“Yes. Me too.” The judge said. She held out a hand and a girl just passing stopped and settled onto the judge’s lap. “Not to worry.” She said.

Charlie was quite while we walked outside and climbed into the SUV. When I looked over at her she was grinning. “You couldn’t have warned me?”

“Where’s the fun in that?” I said.

“What do you think about Jade?” I asked.

“That girl needs to be on a leash.” She said but she was smiling, really smiling.

“Well she works everyday but Monday so set your own schedule. And that goes for the club as well. Just make sure someone knows how to find you when you are away.”

“What’s the story with Beth?” Charlie asked.

“No story.” I Said. “She dances and hustles drinks like the others. She goes with a customer when they offer, if she wants.”

“But about Jenna?” Charlie said.

“Just that.” I offered. “Jenna happens to like pretty little blondes.” I shrugged. “Beth will be downstairs by the time the evening crowds arrive.” I patted her on her thigh. Charlie scooted closer toward me. “I’m sure you will figure out a way to share some of her free time if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Oh, no, I wasn’t” She stopped.

I smiled at her. “The fuck you weren’t”.

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