You know the one, that co-worker who can be slutty after hours, but the professional at work? In my case this woman worked the shift after me, meaning many times she was still in her club clothes when she came to work, and I had to cover while she showered and got into uniform. We will call her Val. Every guy at work had hit on her, made passes, and even grabbed at her trying to get in her pants. Most got nowhere, usually ending in some sort or cutting comment or insult that put them back in their place. I would be lying if I had not stroked more than once thinking about pounding her in the station bunk between calls or having her after a night out at the club, but it just wasn’t in the cards. Oh, she’s married, that will be important later.

Val is 5-6, Latina, great tits, an ass for days with a quick wit that would make most men cry. Never ashamed to put a man in his place with a comment or drink him under the table. This woman was a beast who let no one tell her what she could or couldn’t do, not even her husband.

Side Gig

Now my side gig was managing the local strip club. And after months of lusting over Val not doing anything about it, she stumbles through the front door drunk off her ass at 8pm. The door girl calls me to the front door, and Val’s fucked up drunk. Her minivan is diagonal in the parking lot, still running and pointed at the building. I paid a waitress to get her back to the office and baby sit her for the night, paid for her non-alcoholic drinks and food trying to get her sobered up. The back story is that her husband was always trying to track her down when she would get drunk like this and slutty, I did NOT want to be the one to make this call.

The night progressed, the dancers were making their money and every so often, Val would wander out onto the floor, pretending to be a waitress or dancer until I would carry her drunk ass back to the office. Her lowcut shirt showing off her epic tits, jeans tight and damn, I want to bend her over the desk. The longest 4 hours ever.

The club closes, and I cash everyone out, making sure the doors are locked and the lights are down. Val is watching and talking almost back to normal, but in no condition to drive. I knew she had a 30 minute drive to her place in the country, and that was too long to risk her getting a DUI. Ok, the work was done, now I am sweating getting her to my car and her home. What the fuck will I tell her husband? He knows my side gig. He always thinks her coworkers want to fuck her. Yeah, I do WANT to, but fuck… I am just taking care of her. DAMMIT

The Car

I wrap Val around me and make our way out to my car. “Bring your ass, we have to get you home before your husband starts searching for you again” She pours herself into the passenger seat and somehow seems drunker than she was when she arrived. This chick is up and down with how drunk she seems to be.

We leave the parking lot and make it to the corner. I look left, look right, as I look left, Val is in my lap in the driver seat. “I am not as drunk as I played in there,” she says as she plants her lips on mine. Her tongue swirls around every corner of my mouth, tongues pressing against one another, and my cock immediately comes to attention. “You have two choices, pull over, or take us back to the club, because we are about to fuck!”, Val states. No question, I lift her back into the passenger seat and turn back to the club. We barely make it back into the building before clothes are flying. Through the dressing room and onto the main floor, I push her back onto the 4th stage. She takes my cock in both hands, swallowing the head as she strokes. Pushing my pants down, I grab at her soft tits and squeeze them while she sucks me. Pushing her back her pants are already gone, as she spreads her legs and I climb on top of her. Grabbing both tits and sucking them one, then the other, as I push my cock deep into her wet pussy. How many times I imagined being inside her, and its fucking happening… its actually fucking happening. She’s taking my long slow strokes as I push deeper inside, “FUCK! I didn’t know you were so damn big!” she yells. I ease back out a little, “what the fuck…. Harder damn it! Fuck me!”, she demands. This was so much better than anything I had fantasized! Our eyes lock in, and I am pounding her on a stage in a strip club! Her wet pussy is soaking my cock and thighs. Her pussy is so wet and tight, squeezing as she pushes back against each stroke. “FUCK …I’M …CUMMING” I yell as I shoot a huge load into her, she begins screaming and digging her nails into my back, legs wrapped round me, holding me deep inside her as my cock pulses inside her quivering pussy. Her pussy caught each jet of cum I shot into her.

No Words

We are laying on that cold stage, looking at one another with just the light of neon signs around the top of the club, panting. Not sure which of us spoke first, but I was laying next to her with my lower body soaked in our juices, cock still pulsing. There was small talk about how we hadn’t done that sooner, but my head was swimming. When she sat up, she leaned over and sucked our juices from my cock, “Next time just cum in my mouth, so I don’t get knocked up”, she says between sucks as she cleans up our mess. We collect our clothes and try to put ourselves together and walk out, she is headed toward her minivan. “Where do you think you’re drunk ass is going?”, I ask. “I told you; I am not as drunk as I was pretending. I wanted to see if you were going to try to take advantage of me being drunk. You didn’t, and you got your reward. I haven’t even been tipsy since an hour after I got here.” As she backed up, her window rolled down, “You know, this never happened, right.” I nodded. “Ok, I have to get home before he starts looking for me,” she says as she speeds off. This will make morning shift changes a lot more interesting from now on, I thought to myself as her brake lights disappear in the night.