Bob’s Memoir: 4,000 Years as a Free Demon
65
Stop the Traffic
I WAS ON THE HUNT ONCE—this must have been back in the eighties, before everything got so technologically sophisticated. I headed for the Pussy Cat Lounge in Biloxi, Mississippi. I’d tracked a series of kidnappings to the town and was looking in all the low-life places I could find.
Let me start this back a step with a disclaimer. I have nothing against strip clubs, strippers, exotic dancers, or sex workers of any sort. The arts have been around for the entire four millennia plus that I’ve been alive. And I’ve met some truly wonderful entertainers in locations around the world. When a club is on the up and up—drug free, coercion free, and the performers come to work of their own free will, are well-compensated, and protected—I’m happy to let them be in business and provide this ancient service to humanity… mostly men. But when I find performers who are hooked on drugs, forced into prostitution, and generally mistreated, I get very upset.
Now I had nothing directly against the Pussy Cat Club. Perhaps it was a little seedier than some and run-down, but it had a long history in the town. When I got there and paid my five dollar cover, I was ‘encouraged’ to buy a beer as well. They came two at a time. I carried them to an empty table near the back of the room to get a feel for what was going on.
Entertainers came to the stage, danced and took off their clothes, and then made the rounds of the customers to collect tips and offer private dances or just to sit and chat for a bit. One dancer, Noel, came to the stage and was particularly good. And good-looking. It was always hard to tell how tall a girl was with the platform shoes that were fashionable on stage, but she was nicely shaped. As she revealed more and more of herself, I saw the shape was nicer and nicer. And it looked like she was performing just for me. She constantly looked across the room at me and was sure to turn so I got a good view of what she was uncovering. I think that must be a real art of strippers--to make that kind of connection with all the men in the room. I assumed.
She finished her tour on stage and slipped backstage to dress again and then came out to tour the floor and collect tips from the guys who weren’t sitting up at the tip rail during the performance. I watched her out of the corner of my eye and eventually she got to me. I thought I must be the last guy in the room she talked to. I held a ten up and she pulled her panties away from her waist.
“Why don’t you put that right here in my moneybox,” she whispered. She had a wad of cash in her fingers and several bills in the waistband of her panties or her garter, but I hadn’t seen anyone else tuck a bill quite so intimately into her moneybox.
“Thanks for a great performance,” I said.
“I’m glad you liked it. I did it just for you.” Now that was a good line. There were probably thirty guys in the club at the time. Several were in uniform. “I got here at the same time you did and saw you head in the door. I thought to myself, ‘That guy is mine tonight.’ I even warned the other girls off. I want to celebrate my birthday with you.”
“Well, happy birthday,” I said. “Can I buy you a drink?”
“Oh, yes. I had a sip of my birthday present from the girls in the dressing room. So how about Jack on the rocks?” She flagged a waitress who hurried to our table and took the order. A drink for a girl was twice the price as one for a man. Noel whispered to the waitress and she giggled. “I told her to tell Will at the bar not to water it down. I want a good strong one. They do that, you know. It’s really nice because a girl can accept a drink or two from a guy and not get uncontrollably drunk. But I want to celebrate and let go.”
When the drink arrived, I gave the waitress the money and a good tip. Noel called her close and gave her a kiss. The waitress squeezed her boobs.
“You behave tonight,” she said. “I’ll be watching.”
“Don’t be a spoil sport,” Noel responded. “But thanks.”
“I’m glad you all look out for each other,” I said.
“Yeah. There are a lot of weirdos in the world. And some strange things going down. We can’t be too careful. But we like to have fun, too, and I want you to be my fun. Want a dance?”
“Sure,” I said. I pushed my chair back expecting the usual table side dance. Instead, Noel grasped my hand.
“Bring our drinks. We’ll go to the quiet area.”
The quiet area proved to be an elevated floor at the back of the bar with a curtained railing about three feet high. Along the wall there was a long bench seat with tables spaced six or eight feet apart. Two girls were down to nothing but a G-string as they worked a single guy over pretty well. When I sat, I noticed the riff-raff on the main floor couldn’t easily see up and into the private dance area. We could be seen from the sound booth, though. Safety.
“Twenty,” she said. I quickly grasped that she needed twenty dollars for the dance. It was twice the price of the table dances on the main floor. “Up here, we get three nice intimate songs and then we can sit and rest for a while. Okay?”
I nodded and when the music started for the next song, she began her dance. She was sensuous, and piece by piece her costume came off until she was in just her G-string and was grinding against my cock. I was glad I’d worn loose fitting slacks.
When she finished her dance, she did not sit next to me, but sat on my lap. Then she started fiddling with her underbra. In this club, the dancers wore ‘a costume,’ top and bottom. Under it, they wore a very flimsy, see-through bra and a G-string that was barely there. On stage, they went completely nude, but in private dances, they were required to keep the G-string on.
“After a dance, we’re supposed to at least put our underbra on. They watch to make sure we get them on within one song after the set,” Noel said. “So, I’m going to fiddle around with this thing for another minute or two. No sense hiding the girls from you before I have to.”
I agreed completely. The girls were two nice-sized snowy mounds capped with rigidly hard nipples that had recently been brushed against my lips. I’d love to take that a little further, but the men were not allowed to touch the girls. The ladies could touch anything they wanted, but not so the men.
Eventually, those sensuous points sort of disappeared beneath the bra, even though Noel continued to wiggle her mostly bare butt against me.
“We’re going to auction the lot of the girls for private dances, now,” the DJ said.
“Oh, shit,” Noel said. “I don’t want to do this.”
“Then don’t.”
“All dancers to the stage for the auction. All dancers.”
“Can you give me a fifty?” she asked. “I promise, I’ll make it worth it.” Wow! That was a steep increase. But frankly, I wasn’t in a hurry to lose her warm company in my lap. I handed her a fifty from my pocket.
“All dancers for the auction. Noel, Amber, Starlight. To the stage.” The two dancers who had been dancing for the guy a few seats down from us got up and headed for the stage. The guy slowly followed, adjusting his trousers. Noel held up the fifty and waved it.
“I don’t have to go up if I’ve already got a premium customer,” she said. She relaxed onto my lap. “Now we can just wait here until the auction is over and then have your dances.”
She picked up my hand from where it was sitting beside me on the bench and held it. Then she explained the rules as the DJ auctioned off the girls and guys bid for their favorites. First high-bidder got his choice of the girls. The next high bidder got second choice. They kept the auction going until the last girl went for ten dollars and just led her guy back to his table to dance for him there. On the main floor, the girls didn’t remove either their underbras or G-strings.
“Here’s the deal, Bob,” Noel explained. “I’m not a whore. I don’t fuck the customers and you aren’t allowed to touch me. Unless I put your hand somewhere. Anywhere I put your hand, you can enjoy touching, but keep it subtle. I’m not going to get your dick out and play with it or suck it or fuck it. If you come in your pants, that’s fine. But like if I put your hand here on my stomach, it’s okay for you to stroke and squeeze my stomach.” She demonstrated and I felt the muscles rippling beneath her skin. “If I put your hand on my butt, you can squeeze and pat it. Don’t spank. I get really angry when I’m spanked.” She demonstrated by moving my other hand to her butt, which I thoroughly enjoyed squeezing. “If I put your hand on my thigh… well, you get the idea, don’t you?” she said while guiding my hand to stroke up and down her thigh, moving it slightly to the inside. Then she slipped her hand between us and gave my cock a squeeze through my trousers. “I’m glad you’re getting turned on, because so am I.”
Yes, she was a real seducer. This was already worth the fifty dollars. The auction ended and the dancers moved to various stations with their customers. Then the music started. It was a three-song set again, which meant about ten minutes. This time, however, Noel wasn’t wearing her costume, so the first piece she lost was the underbra and she rubbed her breasts up my chest then whispered in my ear.
“I haven’t been with any other guys tonight, so if you happen to get my nip in your mouth, it won’t be like you’re kissing every other guy in the club.” She nibbled a little on my ear and stuck her tongue in it while I continued to stroke her thigh and her butt.
Then she turned to face me and I dropped my hands to the side rather than try to move them around with her. She straddled me and moved my hands to the outside of her thighs as she leaned into me. One of her pert titties made contact with my lips and I followed what I thought was her instructions and stuck my tongue out to lick it. She sighed and shifted to the other side. I gave that tit equal treatment and added a little suction between my lips. Noel began to gyrate on my cock, sliding up and down with just my trousers and her G-string between us. Then she shifted her position slightly and had one leg between mine and the other outside. She started rubbing up and down on my leg.
“I don’t usually get so turned on when I’m dancing,” she said. “But it’s my birthday.” I figured that was as good an excuse as any. Especially when she moved my right hand from her thigh and set it palm-up on my thigh. Her gyrations moved her pussy ever closer to my waiting fingers and soon, she was riding on my hand. When the third number began, she reached down and pulled the G-string aside and I felt the wet evidence that she was indeed turned on.
She’d told me I could move my hand around the area she put it, so I did, sliding my fingers up into her moist channel and then out to find her clit and begin squeezing and circling it.
“Oh, yeah. You know what to do there,” she gasped. She returned her face to my ear and began nibbling again. “Do it. Make me come.”
I did. I manipulated her clit and plunged into her pussy, hearing her get closer and closer to her peak. Then the music ended.
“Almost. Almost. Keep going. I’m almost there.” It took only a couple more flicks of her clit until she gasped and moaned into my ear. Then she quickly shoved my hand out of her pussy and repositioned her panties. She began working on her bras and tap pants. She stood up and leaned in to kiss my other ear.
“Thank you, Bob. That was a great birthday present. I need to go catch a shower and get ready for my time on stage. I can’t get out of that. Enjoy the rest of the show and your night. But you’ll never meet anyone else like me.”
Well, she was right about that. I returned to a table on the main floor and ordered another beer.
It was about midnight that I saw what looked like a signal passed between a couple of tables. The men at both tables stood and headed for the door.
“Don’t leave now, boys,” the DJ announced as some others started to rise. “It’s shift change and to start things off we have fresh talent on the main stage. This is Darnelle!” A blonde stepped onto the stage and began dancing energetically as a few of the men sat back down. I’d seen what I needed to, though. The coincidence of the table I was watching leaving right at the shift change got me moving.
Outside, I didn’t see the men. I stepped around a corner into the shadow and released the ninja priestesses. I couldn’t imagine the guys trying to snatch the entire shift of over a dozen dancers, but I could well imagine they’d try for one or two. The priestesses disappeared into the night in all directions. I just watched. It wasn’t long. I saw the girls start to leave through the stage door. A bouncer accompanied them to see that they’d all make it safely to their cars. Then two shots rang out and the bouncer fell. Instead of running back inside like they should have, the girls all knelt around the bouncer and I saw a dark van move toward them. One of the girls finally ran inside, presumably to call an ambulance and police. One backed away and turned to run to her car. That was when the van moved, cutting the dancer off from the others. The door on the far side of the van opened and the dancer was grabbed. The girls around the bouncer didn’t even notice. The van pulled out of the lot and the tires squealed. Then it came to a sudden stop.
I didn’t need to look inside the van to see what happened. I saw the door open and three of my priestesses leave the van with the kidnapped dancer and lead her quickly and quietly to me. Of course, it was Noel.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“What was all that? Where did these black knights come from? That van… it’s a bloody mess. I think I have blood on me. Was this your doing, Bob?”
“These are my… warriors. We knew something was going down tonight, but I didn’t know when and where it would happen. I’m guessing you were specifically targeted and your car may have been tampered with.”
“I headed toward it because the lights came on. I thought I’d pressed the key,” she said.
“Here’s the question, Noel. Do you want to stay here and keep doing what you’re doing? Do you have people you can go to? If you stay, you’ll be asked a lot of questions by the police. That’s fine, but they won’t believe anything you say about us.”
“You’re like a secret service,” she breathed.
“Very secret,” I said.
“What alternative do I have. I was teasing guys intensely all night. You know that. None quite as intensely as you, though.”
“That’s your job. All the girls were teasing guys. But that’s not an invitation to kidnap them.”
“My boyfriend.”
“What?”
“I’ve been watching for him all night. He said he had a surprise for me. He sold me!”
“That’s likely. We’ll need to investigate.”
“God, what can I do?”
“You can go with my warriors if you want to. You can just lie low for a few days while we try to sort things out here and see if your boyfriend was involved. If you stay here, we’ll have to leave.”
“And then I can come back?”
“Yes. Just remember that whatever you see when you’re with us, you won’t be able to talk about. I mean, you could, but no one would believe you.”
“I’ll go with you,” she said.
I opened a gateway and the priestesses came running from every direction to dive through as the ambulance and police cars came skidding into the lot. I slipped away into the shadows.
“I think your house is haunted,” Roxie said when she and Annie brought me cocoa and rejoined me by the fire.
“Really? What makes you say that?”
“I distinctly felt something brush against me and thought I heard a step when I was putting away the sugar. Of course, when I turned to look There was nothing there,” she said.
I glanced toward the kitchen and saw a camerawoman raise her hand and shake her head.
“Annie, are you playing tricks on our guest?” I asked lightheartedly.
“Oops! You caught me,” Annie said.
“No way. Annie was on the other side of the table from me. She couldn’t have touched me unless she had a rubber arm and that would bring up worse speculation than the house being haunted!” Roxie laughed.
“So, you speculate the house is haunted. I promise you that no one has died here that I know of,” I said. “We could do some checking to see if there are other hauntings reported in this area.”
“I might do that,” she said. She yawned. “Wow! I’m really beat. If you don’t mind, where can I sleep?”
I think she expected us to say ‘with us.’ She seemed a little disappointed when Annie said she’d show her the guest room. I breathed a sigh of relief and motioned everyone in the room to the bedroom. There, I opened a gateway and let the camerawomen back into Areola. Annie shook her head.
“She is suspicious of you at the moment. I need to stay here for the night. I can go home tomorrow,” Annie said.
“One of the camerawomen got trapped in a corner and brushed against her escaping. We’re lucky she didn’t get a glimpse of her.”
“Yes. But Roxie is a sharp cookie. It’s like she always expects something to be going on.”
“It comes in her line of work. She has to be hyperaware of where customers’ hands are, who is coming up beside her, and where she is all the time.”
“You sound like you know a lot about strippers,” Annie laughed as she stripped off the last of her clothes and posed before me. I thoroughly enjoyed the sight and picked her up to carry to bed.
“I’ve met one or two.”
Back when we were cleaning up the mess in Biloxi, I was having some difficulties getting information and following up the incident at the Pussy Cat Club. It seemed the handgun used to shoot the bouncer had been held by a low-ranking army officer who was driving the van. Sometimes, I wished the priestesses were not quite so thorough in eliminating threats.
But there had been only three other men in the van that snatched Noel. I’d counted six leaving the club together. That meant at least two and possibly more were at large. Plus the boyfriend.
And we had no information regarding where they were taking her. It could have been to a private party where they’d rape and murder her. It could have been to a transport vehicle that would get her out of the country. There were so many unanswered questions.
And the Army base recalled all soldiers and locked down when the police told them of the bloody body of the officer.
Acting on the information given to me by Noel, I tracked down the apartment of the boyfriend and found it cleaned out. He was missing. It seemed like he’d left long before the caper at the club went down. I was in Biloxi for a month before we finally cleaned out a nest of traffickers who were mostly taking women out of the country and into South America for the entertainment of the dictator of a Banana Republic. They were being paid well, but none of them lived to enjoy their spending. It was said that revolutionaries had killed the dictator and burned his house. A dozen henchmen involved in the trafficking had been in the burning house. The women were all returned to their homes or found a place to stay in Areola. Many had been originally trafficked by family members and chose not to go back.
But Noel was one of the ones who did choose to return to her life in the natural world. She asked to be dropped off in Southern California where she had contacts for a job and could set up as if she’d always been there. I agreed, of course. I wasn’t enslaving anyone, but I was a bit disappointed by her choice.
“I’d like to dance for you again before I leave, Bob,” she said. She’d seemed quite comfortable with the nudity in our household and was often lying out by the pool in nothing. I’d made no inappropriate advances toward her because I didn’t bring her to Areola to fuck. And she quickly saw that I had no lack of beautiful women to sleep with. We did, of course, meet and talk frequently as I pulled together the remaining parts of the operation in Mississippi and South America. It did appear that she was just one of many slated to make the trip south. She was silently gratified when I told her the boyfriend had unfortunately been in the dictator’s house when it burned.
She asked me to visit her at the club she was headed to, which I did. It was a similar setup to the Pussy Cat Club. She danced on the stage, getting delightfully nude.
“Did you see my new moves, Bob?” she asked. “One of the girls is a real pro on the pole. She’s teaching classes. It’s all about how you leverage and counter the forces that let you get into positions that don’t seem possible.”
“It was very impressive. I should have had you give lessons to some of my women while you were visiting.”
“Oh, I did. Now, let’s have a dance.”
The price at this club was thirty-five dollars, paid to a fellow checking names and ID before we were allowed into the more discreet area. It was not quite as exposed as the main floor, but Noel was all over me in our three-song set. Panties stayed on up here, but the rules on touching seemed to be more about what the girl would allow than what the club rules stated. Noel allowed me ample opportunity to play with her breasts.
“You’re hard and I’m wet,” she whispered in my ear as she stroked my cock through my slacks. “Let’s get a VIP room for half an hour.” I agreed.
Half an hour in a VIP room was $300, paid to the concierge. Noel had come to the desk with her top still in her hand. I paid the fee and the concierge gave me a card giving me admission with no cover for the next time I was in town. Noel took my hand and led me to the room the concierge said was hers for half an hour.
This room held a sofa and an end table with a very low light on it. It was blocked off from the hall by a very heavy curtain that we pushed aside to enter and then Noel straightened to be sure we were not visible. Amazingly, the room and drape also blocked out nearly all the sound from outside the room. Soft music was piped into it.
“The rules are different in California, Bob. Just relax and let’s have fun.”
The fun began with Noel undressing me and spreading a towel on the sofa to sit on. In a few seconds, she was as naked as I was and began her dance. The light was so low it was difficult to really see her lovely body, but she made sure the experience was far more tactile. She did many of the same moves from when she’d danced in the lap dance area, but they were very different when there was no clothing between us. Her wet pussy slid up my engorged cock and then she continued to stand straddling me until she could push her pussy right at my mouth. I knew what to do with this and held her by the butt cheeks as she nearly collapsed from my tonguing of her clit and g-spot.
When she’d recovered a moment, she moved down, catching the tip of my cock at the entrance to her pussy and then slowly impaling herself on it. When she was fully seated, we began kissing as she slowly slid up and down my cock. We made love in that position for several minutes when she whispered, “Time’s about up. I’m ready if you are.”
With that, she sped up and I recognized the clenching of her pussy on my cock for the orgasm it prefaced and let go of my load, spraying into her well-prepared chamber.
“Noel, your thirty minutes is up,” a voice said over the speaker system. She quickly dismounted and handed me my clothes as she threw hers on. Before the voice announced again we were in some semblance of order and left the room.
“Wait for me before you take off. I’d like to cuddle a little before we say goodbye.”
I found a quiet spot in the club and settled in. About twenty minutes later, Noel came out in another outfit and settled close to me on the bench seat.
“I wanted to thank you, Bob, for doing what we’ve been unable to accomplish.”
“What? Saving you from those traffickers was no problem. I’d have done it for absolutely any one of the girls.”
“I know. Just um… look at this,” she said. She opened her purse enough for me to look in and see the shield she displayed. “I’m a special agent with the sex trafficking task force of the FBI,” she said. “Don’t panic. I just accepted three hundred dollars to have sex with you and I still have your semen in my pussy. I can’t do anything to bring you up on any charges or to arrest you for anything.”
“I have to say, that’s a bit of a shock.”
“When you found me in Biloxi, I’d been under cover for a month, attempting to track down where women were being trafficked to. I saw the opportunity closing in when Jack was shot at the club. He’s fine, by the way. Another agent, and he was wearing protection. I put myself in a position away from the other girls and just like I planned, they pulled up and grabbed me. Then all hell broke loose and ninjas appeared out of thin air. It was all over before I even had an opportunity to react. Then your offer came and I thought perhaps you were part of a rival operation.”
“I’d been following the trail of a missing woman in Chicago,” I said. “I don’t let go of one of my own unless she asks to leave.”
“Like me. So, our investigations crossed paths. Your ninjas did such a thorough job in the van that I thought the best course for me was to become your hostage. Guest. I have never been treated so well anywhere in my life. Thank you and please express my thanks to your wives and concubines. I wish… really wish… I could just stay with you. But I’m needed out here and when you showed me the devastation in South America and I met the women you rescued, I asked you to drop me here where I had an established cover and contacts.”
“Noel, about Areola, you can’t ever…”
“Bob, no one will ever know from me about your secret palace. I couldn’t direct them to it if I told anyone. I have absolutely no ill will to you or your people. If I did, we wouldn’t have made love. I’d have just killed you.”
“That would have made me very uncomfortable,” I said, breathing deeply.
“Yeah. Well, I’m heading back to the Bureau tomorrow to see where the next trail leads. Maybe we’ll cross paths again someday. If we do, I might be ready to retire.”
Noel gave me a light kiss on my cheek and disappeared back into the dressing room. I left.
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