The Streets of Middleton (Patreon)

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Story by PhillipThe2:

The continuing adventures of Kim the stripper... sort of.  Yeah, the story is a little long... and the pic is not small either.

A continuation of sorts where Kim opts to go back to work at the strip club...

Ever the diligent mother, Ann drives through one of Middleton's worst neighborhoods to check and see how her daughter is doing at her new job.  Pulling up to the valet parking, Ann gets out, hands the valet her keys, and looks up... same old Club 33, just like she remembered it.  Kim, just about to step off of the center stage and head back to the dressing room, is stopped by one of the bouncers...

DJ: Ah-right, ah-right!  Let's give it up for the luscious Miss Kimberly!  Next up on the center stage, a hot little farmers daughter from waaaay outta town... put those hands together for Miss Tara!  Remember, gentlemen, these girls work for tips and tips alone!
Mike (Bouncer): Yo, Red!
Kim: What's up, MIke?
Mike: You gotta private dance in the VIP lounge, sweetie.
Kim: Damnit... I was just about to take a smoke break.  One of my regulars?
Mike: Nah, some lady... like, soccer MILF with money.  Got the room for a whole hour.  Yo, you gonna go have some beers with me after work or what?
Kim: Heh, you asking me out on a date, big guy?  Gonna take a lot more than a coupla beers to get into my pants.
Mike: I see you naked every night, girl.  (smirks and winks in jest) You ain't all that.
Kim: (smiling) Asshole.

Kim heads back into the dressing room and selects another outfit.  After throwing on a sheer robe and checking her makeup, she saunters across the bar to the VIP area.  As Mike throws back the curtain, Kim gives him a little wink and does her best 'stripper walk' as she enters the room.  She can't quite make out who's seated across the room, her eyes having not fully adjusted to the darkness.

Kim: Hi, sweetie.  Watcha in the mood ffff... fuck!  Mom?!  What the hell are you...?
Ann: Language, Kimmie.  I was just in the neighborhood and...
Kim: You were just in the neighborhood... at midnight... in this god awful part of town?  Yeah, ok.... sure.
Ann: What, a mother can't see how her only daughter is doing at her new job?
Kim: Most moms don't buy out VIP rooms in strip clubs.
Ann: (impish smile) I'm not 'most moms'.  So...?
Kim: Soooo... what?
Ann: So, are you going to show me what I'm paying for.
Kim: Seriously?  You want me to...?!
Ann: I've got the room for an hour, dear.  You, some other girl, that cute bouncer outside... doesn't matter to me. 

Kim rolls her eyes and sighs as she slips the robe off her shoulders and lets it drop to the floor revealing a pink, see-through bra and panty set.  Ann smiles seductively and gives her daughter the come-hither finger gesture.  Staring at her mother with her best 'bedroom eyes', Kim resumes her stripper walk until she's inches away.  She stops, reaches down, uncrosses her mother's legs, and steps between them.  Turning away, Kim bends over at the waist, arches her back, and looks back towards her mother with a little flirtatious smile...and then give her the same come-hither gesture.

Ann: Mmmm.  (pointing up at Kim's ass) Is that for me?

Kim rises, her back still turned towards Ann, reaches up and slips her bra straps off of her shoulders, then slides the garment under her breasts and pushes it down to her waist.  She then glides her panties over her hips and lets them fall to her ankles.  As Kim turns to face her mother, she unhooks her bra and flings it across the room.  Stepping out of her panties and kicking them aside, Kim glances down and notices the ever-growing bulge in Ann's pants-suit trousers.

Kim: Mmmm.  (pointing down at Ann's crotch) Is that for me?

Kim leans forwards and puts her hands on Ann's shoulders, pushing her back against the couch as she begins to sway her hips to the music.  Kim's breasts, a mere inch from her mother's face, ungulate in time with the music.  Ann attempts to lean forward, but is immediately pushed back into the couch.

Kim: (mockingly authoritative) You can look, but don't touch, lady.  (Whispering) That'll come later.

Kim straddles he mother's legs, kneels down on the couch above her, and continues to gyrate to the music.  Kim lowers herself onto Ann's lap and begins to grind her ass against Ann's crotch in slow, methodical circles.  Ann looks up approvingly as Kim bites her lower lip seductively, staring into her mother's eyes.  Feeling Ann's huge, engorged cock beneath her, Kim slides her hand down between Ann's legs.  Just as she's about to reach inside her pants, there's a voice from behind them...

Mike: Yo, Red, everything okay in here?
Kim: (under her breath) Shit.  (faked cheerfulness) Yes, Mike, everything's fine.
Mike: Cuz, you know, I'm right here if yuh need me... if-n-when things, like, get outta hand and whatnot.
Kim: (exasperated) I think I can handle a soccer mom, Mike.  Thank you.  Now fuck off, please.
Mike: Woah, language, young lady!  You kiss your mother with that mouth?  How you doin' Missus P?  Didn't recognize you at first.
Ann: Just fine, Michael.  Thank you for asking.

Kim quickly turns around, angrily snaps her fingers, and then points towards the curtain...

Kim: Out!

Kim rolls her eyes and shakes her head as the bouncer disappears behind the curtain.  Smiling as she turns around, Kim tries to resume where she left off.

Kim: Now, where were we?
Ann: You were just about to get into the soccer mom's pants.