Free TAILS OF THE PUSSYCAT LOUNGE by R. Richard

dancing at Pussycat Lounge locations other than the first place I went to work.   I have no real choice, I have to continue to find new customers if I'm to make the same kind of money that I have become used to.   Of course, eventually I'll have to relocate if I'm to continue to enjoy the same success. There are only so many potential customers for Nocturne in the current locations and I'll run out of guys willing to pay the high fee for me.   However, for now I can solve the problem by relocating within the same area.
    At the new club, there are customers who have never before experienced the inside of Nocturne’s pussy and that lack is being remedied on a very profitable night by night basis.
    Each location of The Pussycat Lounge requires me to wear at least a garter belt and nylons.   After a little thought, I also always add a French bra to support my fairly large tits.   After a bit more thought, I begin to upgrade my gear.
    I upgrade my nylons to lace top units that cost quite a bit more, but also get me fucked more.
    It takes a while, but I finally find the perfect French bra.   It's a model that's lacy, yet durable.   It also looks fabulous!   However, I can't get a matching garter belt.   At least, I can't get a matching garter belt at the only store that sells the French bra I want.
    With the precise style of French bra I want firmly implanted in my mind, I then do quite a bit of research.   (Hey wait a minute.   Who's going to notice minor differences between the bra and garter belt?   A garter belt is just a garter belt, right?   Wrong!)   The correct style and the correct lace are small items, but the type of thing a professional works on.
    I have to hit at least a dozen stores before I find the source of the perfect matching French bra and garter belt combination.   Then, I have to go down to a wholesale shop and buy sets in quantity.   It's a lot of work, but it's well worth the effort.
    It's amazing how many of the ladies who work in the lingerie shops are lesbians or at least have lesbian tendencies.   On more than one occasion I think I'm going to get raped before I get out of the shop.   However, it's just one more danger of walking around in just French bra, garter belt and nylons.   Oh well, it comes with the territory.
    I also select several pairs of fancy stiletto heel shoes.   When a customer mentions my shoes, the specific brand and style goes into my book and the legend of Nocturne gets yet another buff!
    I keep on management about assigning me to private parties.   They seem a bit reluctant.   They point out that the private party ladies service both male and female top executives.   I then go in and discuss my previous lesbian training encounter with Desiree.   It takes a while and I have to answer quite a number of very personal questions, but she finally agrees to talk to management on my behalf.
    Finally, the owner of one of The Pussycat Lounges talks to me.   He asks me quite a few questions, including pro sports, local night clubs, wine, etc.   I pass the conversation test with flying colors and they'll schedule me for a private party!
    I have a talk with the existing private party ladies.   I want to wear a very see-through lace dress over my usual Pussycat Lounge stuff.   They're not happy with my selection as they claim it goes too far.   We finally settle on me wearing a little silk number with a deep V neckline and no back at all.   The back is cut so low that it just barely covers my garter belt.   That is, it'll cover my garter belt if I don't move or breathe.   It also has deep slits in the side.   Because of the backless nature of the dress, I'll not wear my usual French bra under it.
    The night of the party arrives and I'm prepared.   What I'm wearing will attract any man who's not blind.   I have also done my homework as far as the annual report for the company throwing the party goes and I can identify the top executives by sight.   I also have