Free TAILS OF THE PUSSYCAT LOUNGE by R. Richard Page A

the local trivia memorized and can talk intelligently about sports, tourist sights and restaurants as long as I don't have to say more than a line or two.
    I walk into the party with a little style.   As I have planned, I don't wear any sort of bra.   Thus, I show a bit of tit bounce and sexy jiggle.   My dress does cover my pussy, if just barely.   The tops of my nylons are well below the hem of my skirt.
    I walk up to the CEO and sort of pose in front of him.   There are people around him, but I make damn sure that he knows by eye contact that my posing is just for him!
    He, playing the polite gentleman, asks my name.
    I tell him that I'm Nocturne.   I also tell him that I'm new.   I then ask him if he is T. William Smith?
    He's obviously surprised, but tells me that he's indeed that person.   He then asks, “How do you know my name?”
    I tell him, “A lot of people know your name after the article about you in the trade publication.”
    He tells me that he's pleased that I saw the article.   (I didn't really see the article.   I had one of the girls do a search on the Internet and she found the article after a search on his name.)   He also introduces me to the other high-ranking executives around him.   I'm polite and as correct as I can be while wearing a whore dress.   I do make sure to stay very close to T. William as I meet the others.
    When the introductions are over, I'm now in.   I'm part of the circle of people around T. William and I can smell the scent of money in the air!
    The boys around T. William ogle me long and hard.   The last matches their disposition.   There's also one woman in the group.   She's Teresa, the Treasurer.   She's apparently a bit unhappy about my outfit, as I'm showing more skin than any of the other ladies.   Since I'm showing the most skin, I get the most attention.
    Teresa begins to ask me nasty, prying questions designed to show that I'm just a little fluff-headed chick with no brains.
    Due to background I have from my homework, I'm able to answer the questions and even add a very little bit of information.   This last seems to intrigue T. William.   Apparently he begins to wonder exactly who and what I am, because it's obvious that a whore wouldn't know anything at all.
    After a bit, Teresa is shooed away by some lackey and T. William and I stand together and we interact with the lackeys who come to pay homage to the great white chief.
    Instead of standing there and posing for the lackeys, I more or less cling to T. William and listen to what's going on.   When some idiot is annoying T. William, I suddenly need attention from T. William.   T. William is sorry, 'But you know how women are.'
    As the evening wears on, there's a little group of boys with ‘dates’ clustered around T. William and a bunch of guys with no dates hanging around the bar.
    Well, actually Teresa is one of the ‘boys with dates’ group.   Teresa’s date is one of the ladies from The Pussycat Lounge, whom I took to lunch.   I suspect that Teresa is unhappy because she wants me.   And I suspect that her date is also unhappy because Teresa wants me.
    However, Teresa dares not piss off T. William.
    Eventually, T. William and I move away from the rest of the top executive group.   Either T. William breaks away, or he spends the rest of the evening getting his ass kissed as he's slowly bored to death.   With no where else to go, we wind up in his hotel suite.   Once we're inside the suite, suddenly, T. William doesn't want to be close to me.
    I don't push matters right away and I begin to suspect that T. William has a bad case of limp cock.   I need to wait for my chance and then do what I have to.
    T, William, apparently to cover his embarrassment, asks me what it is that I do.
    I see my one chance and I take it.   I begin to dance a few steps in front of T. William and then I take off my dress.   He is greeted with the sight of my shaved pussy, framed with a garter belt and lace