I walked into my neighbour Justine’s home, with a smile on my face.
She was standing there in the middle of the living room, a little smile on her lips, her eyes heavy and closed, waiting.
Well, waiting and half naked.
I’d known the moment she moved in three months ago she had been hiding a banging body under those baggy clothes, but she’d tried to deflect any attempt to find out her backstory with vague references to doing some modeling when she was younger.
Of course it only raised my suspicious higher when she never seemed to go out to work and never had anyone come over to her home.
“How deep are you Justine?” I asked as I walked up in front of her.
“…very deep…” she half whispered in response.
“Can you go deeper?”
Her forehead scrunched for a moment, “…i…i… maybe…i…yes…”
“Then do so now.” I commanded and watched her whole body quiver as she let out a giant breath.
“Good girl.” I replied and another shiver rushed over her.
I gave her a moment to settle down as her breathing slowed once more until the rising and falling of her chest became slow and even.
“Alright Justine, is there something you want to tell me now?”
“…i…i…really need to suck your cock…”
I let out a little chuckle and shook my head, “Well, yes, obviously. But is there something else?”
Her forehead scrunched a little again as her lower lip quivered, “You can go deeper if you need to Justine.”
“…deeper…”
Her body quivered once again and then her forehead relaxed, “…i…i used to…be…a…stripper…”
I smiled and nodded, “Thank you for telling me Justine.”
I’d figured it was something like that. There were only a few professions that anyone would get tits that big for. An porn star, an internet adult influencer, and a stripper.
I’d done searches on the internet for her, nothing had come up on the adult sites or the fan sites, so it made sense that she was doing something more private, and stripper certainly fit that bill.
“Tell me Justine, where did you strip?”
“…vegas…”
That made even more sense, moving to a small down in the middle of the country would ensure she was unlikely to meet anyone she’d danced for in Vegas. That I could only imagine she had a fair sized nest egg stashed away, and the cost of living was much cheaper out here so it would probably last her for the rest of her life.
“Did you enjoy stripping in Vegas?”
“…sort of…met lots of people…had some fun…but kind of…draining…to…”
I nodded, “Do you miss it?”
“…no…not really…”
“Not even a little bit?”
“…maybe…a…little…”
“That’s right Justine, you miss it just a little bit. Not enough to every go back to it, but once in a while you dream of having someone’s face to rub those big fat jugs into again. To have someone grab hold of your phat ass and give it a hard squeeze before delivering a nice firm slap. You miss, just a little bit, being objectified and used for the pleasure of a man.”
“…god…yes…” she managed to get after a moment.
“If only you had someone who you trusted, someone who knew your dirty little secret, someone who would be willing to let you strip for them and knew how you wanted to be treated. Then you could dance for him, strip for him, and let him use your body however he liked.”
“…yes…use me however he liked…”
I watched a shiver run over her again.
“That’s right, he could come over and you could put on one of your old stripper outfits. You could shake your tits and ass for him, dance around stripping until you were naked, horny, and eager. You’d have to show your appreciation for letting you dance for him, maybe suck his dick or fuck your titties. Heck, if you were really horny you might even let him fuck your pussy or ass.”
“…my…my…ass?…”
“I mean only if you were really horny. You know, maybe you hadn’t masturbated that day, or maybe he played with your clit a bit during the dances, or I don’t know, maybe he said how hot you were or how much he wanted to fuck you. Whatever turned you on that day.”
She let out a little whimper and nodded slightly.
“Now, if only there was someone like that around here… do you know anyone around her that you trust?”
“…i…i…trust you…”
“Thanks Justine, that means a lot to me. How about someone that knows you used to be a stripper?”
“…y…you do…”
“That’s right I do. Well I have to admit that I have been known to go to a strip club once in a while and get a dance.”
Her lower lip quivered and another whimper escaped her lips.
“Well, I guess you just need to find someone who knows how you wanted to be treated, right? Know anyone like that?”
Her head bobbed slowly, “…y…yes…you…you…know…”
I smiled and nodded, “I guess I do. Looks like you’ve found the right person, now all you have to do is ask them the next time you see him, right?”
“…yes…ask you…next time…i see…you…”
“Good girl.”
A gasp escaped her lips as a final quiver rolled over her.
“Well, I’ll let you get back to it, see you soon.”
I looked down at her phone on the end table by the couch and watched the count down clock ticking away, another thirty minutes left on it.
I smiled and left it alone. When it went off she’d come out of her trance and no really remember anything, but it would all be there in her subconscious, just waiting for our next meeting.
It wouldn’t be long, maybe even just later that day, but a day or two at worst. By the weekend I’d have my very own private dancer and I couldn’t wait to see how much deeper she could go.
