Naughty Friend Buys My Silence Ch. 09

Naughty Friend Buys My Silence 09 — He gets introduced to Slut’s Stripper Girlfriend.

Submitted: June 19, 2021 to Literotica (Copyright Kaizer Wolf)

Edited: August 10, 2021

Tags: cheating (slut/boyfriend), prostitution, big tits, blowjob, domination

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Thanks for checking out this story! This series is written like a novel, so be sure to start at the first chapter “Naughty Friend Buys My Silence,” if you want to avoid major spoilers or confusion. Also, if you’re enjoying this story, you may also really like my “Innocent Devil’s Harem” series likewise available on Lit.

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– CHAPTER 9: Strip Bar –

– SATURDAY, DECEMBER 19: Late Evening –

Shit.

Shit, shit, shit.

Amber and I both knew Sarah was on her way over to our place, walking from just a couple of houses down the street, but I didn’t even realize she would have gotten here so soon. And here I’d just grabbed my sexy older friend and kissed her passionately practically right in front of the front door, not realizing our hot neighbor was standing there.

Fuck!

I mean, the glass on the sides of the door had fancy designs in it and was pretty opaque, but there were spots where you could see clearly into the hallway and living room if someone peeked at just the right angle. And now that I’d opened the door and saw Sarah’s beet red face, I knew she must have seen.

Amber was going to be pissed.

“Umm, hey…you doing okay?” I asked cautiously, trying to play it cool.

The petite twenty-five-year-old cleared her throat, a ridiculously adorable sound. “Yeah, just nervous. I can’t believe Amber is really going to make me do this. I’ve barely even stepped foot in a bar, and now she’s going to make me be a stripper in one?” She shook her head, her rich brown hair shifting on her coat. “I really don’t think I can do it.”

Oh fuck.

Oh fuck, thank the heavens.

She must not have seen after all.

I let out an exaggerated sigh in relief, the release so intense I felt like I was going to get teary eyed.

“Are you okay?” she unexpectedly asked seriously.

I nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine. And you’ll do great…” I paused. “Well, I mean, do you know how to dance?” I wondered.

She shrugged. “Yeah, I can dance. But what she’s talking about is something else entirely.”

“Let me see you dance,” I blurted out.

She looked at me in surprise, only to glance over her shoulder. “Umm, can I at least come inside first? Don’t want the neighbors to see.”

“Oh, of course,” I quickly replied, stepping out of the way. “And actually, let me throw on some pants and a different shirt really quick. We need to leave soon, and I don’t want to be the hold up.”

She nodded, standing to the side of the now closed door as I dashed upstairs.

Figuring I should dress at least a little nice, I decided to put on black slacks and a cobalt blue polo shirt that really seemed to emphasize my flat chest and biceps, thanks to the bright azure color highlighting the muscles I had hidden underneath. Also helped that the material it was made out of, polyester or some shit, gave it a bit of a shine similar to spandex.

Certainly, I wasn’t planning on impressing anyone, especially since there were going to be a ton of guys there, but I at least didn’t want anyone to think, ‘Why in the hell is this hot chick with him.’

No, I wanted all of those bastards to get a good look at me and realize they didn’t have a chance in comparison. For them to realize that the sexy blonde chick with huge tits was all mine, and only mine.

Rushing back downstairs, unsurprised that Amber hadn’t made an appearance yet, I eagerly focused on Sarah, seeing that she was hesitantly holding her poofy winter coat, appearing to have already shrugged it off in order to dance for me.

However, when I made an appearance, her bright blue eyes immediately widened into saucers, her cheeks visibly flushing again as she focused on my chest, her gaze then falling down my entire body, before going right back to my chest.

“Ready to dance?” I asked playfully, really loving how she was eyeing me.

She finally focused back on my face, hesitating briefly before setting her coat on the floor beside her. “Umm, sure,” she said simply then, beginning to stretch her arms out briefly, only to close her eyes and raise her arms partially over her head, elbows bent slightly.

I focused on her shapely hips as they began to sway, looking a bit like she was trying to loosen up.

I could finally hear Amber walking down the stairs, but kept my eyes on Sarah for the moment.

Unfortunately, the short hottie didn’t get far before she heard her too, her eyes popping open just as I heard Amber appear behind me.

“Fuck,” Sarah hissed. “I can’t do this. It’s so awkward dancing slutty by myself without a guy.”

“Sure you can,” she replied, beginning to slip past Lefkoşa Escort me.

My eyes immediately widened into saucers when I realized Amber was dressed in a shiny black PVC trench coat, carrying a zipped leather bag on her shoulder.

Holy shit, Amber! She looked like the literal definition of a prostitute.

Or I supposed a stripper, and it was obvious she was wearing heels, probably leather boots, since she was nearly as tall as me now.

But fuck!

Amber continued, not seeming to notice my reaction. “You just need to pretend like there’s a guy behind you, and you’ll be fine. There’s a pole there too, so you can always try using that if you want. Just don’t try doing anything crazy, because getting hurt if you fall isn’t sexy.”

Sarah was focused on me now, seeming to notice that I couldn’t peel my eyes off the ridiculously sexy blonde standing before me.

“You’ve got someone excited,” our short neighbor unexpectedly said with a wide grin.

Amber looked over her shoulder, only to roll her light green eyes, and focus back on Sarah, seeming to ignore the comment. I assumed she would maintain that kind of attitude toward me while we had witnesses, or otherwise people might get suspicious.

“Oh, and just so you know,” Amber commented. “I told them he’s my boyfriend.”

Sarah looked at her in shock, only for her face to turn beet red again.

“It’s just so they let him in,” Amber continued, seeming unfazed, like it wasn’t a big deal at all. “No way in hell would they let him come otherwise, just because I wanted.”

“O-Oh,” Sarah stammered. “I s-see.”

“Yep. And when we get there, I’ll dance with you a bit in the back room to warm you up. I’ll then do my own show, so you can practice a bit, and once the crowd loves me, I’ll introduce you. Sound good?”

Sarah visibly swallowed. “I…I guess.”

“Good,” she replied. “Now, let’s get going. You can figure out what you want your stage name to be on the way.”

“S-Stage name?” Sarah exclaimed, only to quickly grab her coat when Amber went straight for the door and opened it up to head out.

“Yeah, it can be anything you want.” She then paused just outside to look back at me. “Hey Ryan, fine if we take your car? I’m low on gas, and we don’t have time to make any stops.”

I sighed, wishing Amber was dressed like a slut specifically for me. “Sure,” I agreed, quickly grabbing my coat and keys and then following Sarah out the door, locking it behind me.

Less than a minute later, and I was driving down the road, Amber plugging her phone into my car charger and putting in the directions for our destination. I so desperately wanted to comment on her outfit, but I knew I couldn’t say a word in front of Sarah…but holy fuck.

Seriously, holy fuck.

I really wondered what she had underneath the vinyl trench coat, but just the mystery alone was super enticing. Never mind that her tits looked so voluptuous and amazing, with how tight the material was pulled over her huge chest.

Of course, I also knew I needed to mentally prepare myself for the evening, since no doubt this slutty blonde was about to be some major eye candy for everyone there. But at least I’d be the one bringing her home, and while I didn’t feel great about knowing she’d be dancing for everyone, I also hoped that I’d get to see her in action on stage, which I knew was something I would have probably never experienced if not for this unique situation popping up.

Plus, I kind of wanted to see Sarah let loose too, not feeling even an ounce of jealousy about watching her act like a slut in front of a bunch of dudes. If anything, I felt like it could be fun to ‘punish’ her later for dancing for other guys when she was supposed to be my bitch now.

Shit, just the idea was turning me on a little bit.

We were all quiet for a few minutes, before Sarah finally spoke up again.

“S-So, about the stage name thing…what’s yours?” she wondered hesitantly.

Amber glanced at me, and then focused on her in the backseat. “I usually go by Hazel, and my friend Victoria was using Jessica, last I knew. Pretty basic names.”

“Oh,” Sarah said in surprise. “So it can just be a normal name then. Nothing bizarre, like Slut Bunny.”

Amber burst out laughing, trying to respond through her giggles. “Slut Bunny! You could totally go by Slut Bunny if you wanted,” she said playfully, grinning at me as she chuckled. “We might even have a bunny ears headband for you!”

“Maybe Angela?” Sarah suggested, seeming uncertain.

Amber reached up to wipe her eyes from laughing so hard, before sighing. “Yeah, Angela is perfect. It fits you.”

“Think so?” Sarah asked hopefully.

“Yep,” she agreed simply.

I cleared my throat, deciding to speak up. “So should I call you Hazel all evening?” I asked seriously.

She nodded. “Oh, yeah, that’s preferable. The whole point of the stage name is to avoid creeps figuring out your Kıbrıs Escort real name and end up stalking you online or something.”

“Oh fuck,” Sarah said in alarm. “Do I really have to worry about something like that?”

“No, not at all,” Amber replied reassuringly. “I worked at this club for a few months and never had a problem.” She smirked to herself. “And the only guys who learned my real name were the ones who I wanted to know.”

“Amber,” I whispered without thinking, knowing what she was implying.

She glanced at me and then sighed heavily, shifting her weight in the seat to get more comfortable. It was obvious my simple comment changed her mood entirely.

Dammit, having Sarah around with her not knowing our secret was actually kind of a pain, because I couldn’t speak freely and right now I wanted to apologize, wishing I’d just kept my mouth shut, instead of complaining about something that really wasn’t even that big of a deal.

I mean, obviously it sounded like Amber fucked some of the bar’s customers or at least gave them the information they needed to get a hold of her and become a potential client, but I already knew that. I was already well aware that was the kind of thing she did. There was no reason for me to get upset about it, and I felt as if it was pretty clear she wasn’t thrilled that I was being a bit of a buzzkill for her harmless fun.

Shit, I had to change this around, before she started regretting that she brought me.

“So Amber,” I said cheerfully, glancing at her from the corner of my eye, enjoying her surprised reaction at the abrupt change in my tone. “After I help bounce for a few hours, or whatever, what’s there to do for fun?”

She just stared at me uncertainly for a long second, before grinning widely. “Well, they have a few pool tables, sort of in a separate area, but the main event is the dancers.” She laughed then. “So I guess you might just have to enjoy the show.”

“I think I can handle that,” I replied playfully. “Think there’ll be anyone super hot there? Maybe someone with a little bit of experience, who knows her way around a pole?”

Amber grinned even wider. “I can think of at least one person,” she said playfully. “Maybe two.”

“Yeah? And what’s that first person like? She hot? Blonde? Maybe got green eyes or anything exotic like that?”

Amber giggled. “Yeah, actually that sounds exactly right. She’s kind of slutty, but that just means she’s really great on stage. And she’s pretty well endowed too, in case you like big knockers.”

“I think all tits deserve attention, both big and small,” I replied with exaggerated sincerity. “But I wouldn’t complain about seeing some juicy tits bounce around a little.”

Amber grinned again, only to glance back at Sarah.

I decided to glance back too, seeing that her face was a deep shade of red.

Amber burst out laughing. “Oh Sarah,” she chuckled. “We’re just messing with you!”

The girl looked even more embarrassed as she tried to speak up. “I…I knew t-that,” she stammered. “Obviously, you were joking.”

“You sure?” I said playfully, having not initially had any idea of where my comments were going, but enjoying where it ended up. “Kind of looks like you thought we were serious.”

Sarah gulped. “Umm…”

“Although,” Amber continued, cutting her off. “You do need to remember that he’s my boyfriend while we’re there. And don’t slip up and say anything about our families, or that we’re living together, okay? Doubt it would be a big deal to most people, but there’s at least one person there who has an idea of how poorly my mom and dad would react. Not to mention, Ryan’s parents would no doubt kick me out of the house if they thought we were really dating. Possibly stop talking to me entirely too.”

“Y-Yeah, okay,” she stammered.

Of course, I knew it would be overall safer to claim I was Sarah’s boyfriend, but the thing was, Victoria wanted Amber to come, first and foremost, so it would sound weird if she said she’d only do it if she could bring her friend’s boyfriend with her, especially since the idea of Sarah coming hadn’t actually crossed her mind at that point.

“And,” Amber continued. “If you can’t remember to call him my boyfriend, then just refer to him by his name instead.”

“Wait,” I said in mock disbelief. “You mean I don’t get a stage name?”

Amber laughed. “Do you want a stage name, Ryan? You gonna dance for all the horny guys?”

“Whoa,” I said more seriously. “Too much, Amber. Back it up a little. Or a lot.”

“Oh, I’ll back it up a lot, Ryan,” she chuckled, shaking her head. “Sorry, but you opened yourself wide up to that one.”

“That’s what he said,” Sarah blurted out.

We both looked back at her at the same time, hesitating briefly, only to focus on each other and laugh, apparently neither of us having caught on to the joke until a good three seconds after the punchline, largely because we didn’t usually use that Lefkoşa Escort line of teasing.

“Oh dear,” Amber finally chuckled, shaking her head again. “Who knew I had such a dirty little friend?”

“I kind of like that your friend is dirty,” I said playfully. “Really looking forward to seeing her dance like a slut.”

Amber smirked, glancing back at Sarah again, only to frown slightly, seemingly at her expression. “Hey,” she said gently. “They’re going to love you. Not everyone likes big tits, and you’re very hot with what you have.”

I glanced back to see she was grimacing now, really seeming psyched out at this point.

“Here, how about this,” Amber abruptly announced. “How about I tell them you just turned eighteen? That way it’s almost a guarantee they’ll go easy on you.”

Sarah’s bright blue eyes widened in surprise. “R-Really? You think they’ll believe that?”

I laughed, chiming in. “Sarah, have you looked in the mirror recently? You could easily pass for eighteen.”

Her voice was quiet as she responded. “Yeah, I know I look a little younger than my actual age, but that’s kind of the problem.”

“They’ll love you,” Amber repeated reassuringly. “So just relax. I’ll work with you a little when we get there, and then I’ll introduce you as eighteen, tell them this is your first time and to be nice to you, and I’ll even dance with you a little until you feel more comfortable. Okay?”

“Yeah, okay,” she replied quietly.

“And if you get too nervous,” Amber continued. “Then just dance for Ryan. You probably won’t be able to see him, since the lights on the stage make it so you can’t see much beyond the first few tables, but no doubt he’ll be watching.”

When she responded, she sounded a bit more enthusiastic. “Okay,” she replied more convincingly.

Amber was all smiles as she looked at her phone when it spouted out directions, only to frown. “Hey, don’t turn up here,” she said to me, holding her phone up to mess with the map. “It’s having you go a stupid direction. My way is faster.”

“Sure,” I agreed. “Just tell me where to turn.”

She nodded, still messing with her phone.

A few minutes later, and I was making another turn, getting closer to a wealthier part of town on the outskirts of the city, not far away from one of the major universities, the road I was on being lit up brightly with restaurant signs and lights.

This was definitely a major hotspot for recreation and entertainment, with their also being several hookah bars and even a movie theater. And there was a ton of activity, likely from all the college students hanging out and partying it up after Finals Week, though it was obvious there were families out eating at restaurants or going to the movies.

Honestly, seeing a few couples walking into one restaurant, I unexpectedly realized I wanted to take Amber out to eat and have a real date with her, as if we were truly boyfriend and girlfriend. More than that, as much as I loved that she was practically my best friend, I wanted to be able to forget about the stigma that came with the fact that we lived together and weren’t married, and be able to pretend like it wasn’t an issue. To grab a meal and go see a movie without worrying about what people thought, being surrounded by only strangers who wouldn’t know any better. And who probably weren’t overly traditional like our parents.

To be around people who wouldn’t think twice about me flirting with her, or showing her affection, even if they found out we were living together.

When we arrived at a packed club parking lot a few minutes later, I found a spot around the side, prompting Amber to turn toward me as she got ready to get out and toss her leather bag over her shoulder. “Okay Ryan, so I’ll introduce you to Tony, and then we need to get inside and get ready. He should be able to give you the rundown on what they expect, so just do what they ask. After that you should be able to hang out and do whatever you want. Grab a bite to eat or whatever, and otherwise enjoy the show.”

“Sure,” I agreed, prompting her to glance back at Sarah, asking if she was ready before climbing out of the car.

Getting out of the vehicle as well, I locked it up and then followed the two women around the side toward the front entrance, glad most of the snow had melted on the pavement during the day, ensuring it wasn’t slippery.

Right away, I saw a tall black dude with a shaved head, who was built like a truck, checking a couple of ID’s before ushering some dudes inside who were a bit on the nerdier side. His attire actually made me feel a bit overdressed, since he was simply in a pair of jeans and a black T-shirt with a white silhouette of a naked chick and the bar logo, not at all seeming bothered by the cold.

Granted, I still probably wouldn’t have worn anything different, much rather preferring to be a bit overdressed than under.

There wasn’t a line or anything, but it was obvious the place was busy, between the limited parking and the fact that a couple of cars pulled into the parking lot just as we began nearing the entrance.

Almost right away, one of the vehicles slammed on the brakes, the window abruptly rolling down.

“Holy fuck,” a guy called out. “You dancing here tonight?”