*Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-Check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes.
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Anja Irene Belkova wondered again if she was doing the right thing. She and Jesse had been on a few dates; he’d taken her to Daughters Steak House and to Tokyo Gardens Japanese restaurant. They’d attended a play at Heritage Playhouse in Great Oak, a fairly decent rendition of the Broadway musical ‘Cats’ that made Anja wish she’d had the chance to see the original play before it had closed. They’d attended an opera in Houston that had made Anja grateful that the opera was only two hours and forty two minutes long. She suspected, had many of the performers understood French, the performance would have been much more enjoyable. It certainly would have been shorter in its length.
Anja knew Jesse was attracted to her; many men were attracted to her. To a degree, Anja was attracted to Jesse as well; he was muscled from his days as a high school and college football player. He had played the position of tight end. His curly brown hair was just a little too long and his square tanned face normally had a three day growth of stubble, giving the six foot five inch tall man the appearance of being a ‘bad boy.’ His blue eyes were sharp, intelligent eyes and his smile was playful, warm and inviting.
Anja was not being conceited when she believed many men were attracted to her, many men desired her. As a dancer at Nv, a Gentlemen’s Club in the southern tip of unincorporated Oakleaf County, many men gave Anja money as she strutted, posed and gyrated on the stage, danced to pulsing, hypnotic beats. In the privacy of the ‘Sins’ room, many men gave Anja money to remove the pasties from her large pink areolae, slide her miniscule thong down her sleek legs. Anja would perch on the vinyl ottoman, spread her thighs wide, comb her fingernails through her pink thatch of pubic hair and masturbate, the customer’s panting sweating face focused on her fingers sliding in and out of her crotch.
For a few hundred dollars more, Anja would slip a condom over the customer’s cock and give him an expert hand-job. She would smile sweetly at her customer as she slipped her fingers into his mouth, allowing him to suck her essences from her fingers as her other hand diddled his cock.
“Taste my pussy? Hmm? I’ve been dancing all night; my pussy’s nice and wet,” Anja would coo. “All sweaty as I dance, getting all wet thinking about all them nasty men looking at me. I know what they want to do with me. They want to fuck me, they want to make me suck their big throbbing cocks and shoot their sperm all over my face and my titties. Then they want to fuck me, shoot all that thick creamy sperm into me, make me pregnant with their baby.”
By this point, most men would groan and fill the condom with their sperm. Anja would giggle and squeal happily. Unless the man was a smoker, or had really bad breath, Anja would even kiss them, just a quick peck, lip to lip.
Jesse had splurged a thousand dollars on Anja the first time he’d come into Nv. For that thousand dollars, Anja had worked a condom onto Jesse’s substantial erection, using her mouth to slip the latex sheath onto his eight and one quarter inch uncircumcised erection. Then she performed an exhausting blow job and hand job on Jesse; one that took the entire thirty minutes he’d booked the private room. With a smile, Anja slipped her tiny thong into the pocket of his jeans.
“Hey, I’d love to take you to Daughters; they’ve got a steak? Out of this world,” Jesse said after Anja came off the stage forty minutes later.
“Okay,” Anja smiled, breathing hotly into his ear. “My phone number’s on the thong I gave you.”
That date ended up in his bed. Jesse was a little put out about having to wear a condom. With a shrug, Anja began to dress again.
“I uh, that, that’s it,” Jesse spluttered in disbelief.
“Jesse, you know where I work. You know what I do,” Anja smiled as she buckled her sandal. “But I have no idea what you do. It would be pretty foolish of me to have unprotected sex with you.”
“Fine, fine, shit, I’ll put one on,” Jesse grumbled, reaching for his bedside table’s top drawer.
“My Uber will be here in a few minutes,” Anja smiled from the doorway of his bedroom. “Maybe next time, okay?”
After a delicious meal at Tokyo Gardens, after ice skating at the Sweet Oak Ice Skating rink, Jesse did not object to slipping a condom onto his erection. Making love to the beautiful strawberry blonde made the slight discomfort and inconvenience of the latex condom worth it. She was an energetic partner with incredible oral skills and gymnastic moves. She kept Jesse on the verge of climax for nearly an hour before finally allowing him to fill his condom to overflowing.
Working the tight condom from his cock, Anja used a wet washcloth to clean his cock. She smiled sweetly as she kissed him, her hand still pumping his semi-erect cock.
“Do you know what to do with that tongue of yours?” Anja cooed, kissing him wetly.
“I uh, yeah,” Jesse groaned.
“Yes? Prove it,” Anja whispered hotly into his ear.
She flopped onto her back and spread her legs. She maneuvered her hips, wiggling, then pivoted her legs up and over, showing him that she could place her feet on either side of her smiling face.
Jesse wasn’t a very skilled pussy eater. Anja coached him through the act until he managed to tongue her to a mild orgasm. She kissed his panting face and soothed his fragile ego by telling him that each woman was different. What pleased one woman wouldn’t always please another woman.
With a soft kiss, Anja slid out of his bed and dressed. Her movements were slow, provocative as she pulled her clothing onto her body. She smiled her innocent little girl smile as she flexed and posed while she dressed.
Anja’s pinkish blonde hair reached to just below her perfect buttocks, framing her angelic oval face with large blue eyes, slim nose and cupids bow lips. Her high cheekbones alluded to her Russian heritage, as did her athletic body.
At five feet and eight inches, Anja was not a small, dainty woman. Her 34DD breasts were well proportioned to her height, her 27 inch waist tapered into her 32 inch hips and perfectly rounded buttocks. Her legs were long, well-formed legs that drew much attention, whether in tight jeans or short skirts.
“I uh, hey, I was kind of hoping you’d stay the night,” Jesse whined as Anja concluded her erotic ballet of dressing.
“Oh, that’s so sweet,” Anja said easily as she stepped into her four inch heels. “I’m afraid I’ve got a meeting first thing in the morning, though.”
“Meeting? You’re a dancer,” Jesse said, handsome face drawing into a frown. “What kind of meeting…”
“Mm hmm,” Anja agreed, stepping out of his bedroom.
The opera had been on Thursday. Anja spoke fluent French so was able to follow the story line of the opera. Still, it had been a tedious affair. Afterward, on the long drive to Nv, Anja accepted Jesse’s invitation to spend Valentine’s Day with him on Monday.