Dick Fitswell at the Strip Club
by Jack Corbett

There is no time to lose. I have to get to her before she gets a lot of attention from the other customers. Then I see it and can't believe it as a new plan unfolds in my alcohol addled mind. A phone booth. Awfully convenient place for ole Dick to get his first piece of the night. Thanking my boy scout training I reach into my pocket for the Swiss Army knife I always carry. I almost hate myself for doing it but "there's no other way" I tell myself as I open the blade and cut into the meat of my hand, not too deep but just enough to let the blood flow like a fine wine. I grab a napkin from my little table and jam it over my injured hand. After a few seconds my blood starts to seep through for just the right effect.

Susan's sitting over at the bar. Probably still seething from her pimp boyfriend asking her to bring home lots of money so he can sit on his fat ass. She's right where I want her. Holding the napkin against my injured hand I walk up to her asking "Can you please help me make a phone call? Just cut my hand and I need help in that phone booth with the quarters."

"Sure," she replies, as she gets up from her bar stool.

I enter the phone booth first and make a great show of trying to pick up the receiver, almost dropping it as I pretend to wince with pain. "It hurts," I tell her but that doesn't matter. I just don't want that napkin to come off and get my blood all over the place. Come in and help me." The booth is crowded with two of us in it. I don't know what it is but the sight of blood either scares a woman or gets her sexually aroused. I can already feel her breasts stiffen in her excitement from being close to me.

"The quarters...they are in my front pocket. Reach in an get them," I tell her. "Don't want to get blood all over my pants. I have an erection waiting for her as she sticks her fingers in my pants and starts feeling around for the quarters. I have a ten inch slong and by now she's got it firmly in her grasp. Her fingers open and close excitedly around my dick which makes me become even more erect. I know I've got her now since she's already forgotten about the quarters. Pulling my pants down I give her a good look at it. As if in a trance she kneels beneath me and starts to suck it.

Total bullshit. A blow job at time like this? I'm Fitswell and I am interested in one thing...the perfect fit. She pulls her g string aside for me as I enter her seconds later. Then the idea hits me. "I"m fucking you in the ass," I tell her.

"Don't do that!" she says. "We don't have any vaseline."

"Who needs that shit. Watch me."

I spit into my right hand, the one that's not wounded. A lot of spit comes out of my mouth. Then I rub it into her orifice. I can feel her heat as she becomes titillated from the wetness . More likely the manliness of my spitting into my hand then rubbing it into her. Gets them every time.. She gasps in pain as I enter her and yells out to me...."Stop."

"No, better a dick up the ass than a leech in the house," I reply knowing she will forget all about that boyfriend of hers once she gets my full charge.

Thrusting right into her I feel the tightness clamp around my my dick. She's in ecstasy and white hot as she alternates between shoving herself tightly against me and trying to pull away as she breaks out screaming. I ignore her screams knowing it's her way of telling me she loves me.

How can I ever forget that threshing around? She starts to climb the wall of the booth trying to escape from the inevitable...the infamous Fitswell cattle prod. Suddenly the phone booth starts to teeter, then crashes to the floor. She's knocked the damn thing over. How embarrassing. Then I see that it's far worse than that. The booth is upside down with the door on the bottom. We can't get out. Amazingly, I haven't pulled out of her.

I hear men running up to the booth but it's too late now. I have her head against the door of the phone booth which is now its bottom and keep pumping her. I hear a man's voice yelling at us-----"Get the fuck out of there." But I'm in no mood to argue cause I'm busy now. Jamming it deeper I start coming, in little spurts at first, then start injecting tons of stuff up her ass. I yell out to the guy....."Can't you see I'm fucking. When I'm done you can help me get out of this crate."

"Son of a bitch. It's the manager," I tell Susan. "Sorry he has to spoil the magic moment for you." The manager needs all the help he can get. He's got the doorman and two customers with him. The four men lift the booth off the floor and set it upright so we can get out the door.

Now if there's one thing I am, it's being polite. So I tell them all...."Thanks guys. I think I'll even stay for a few more beers. "

"No, you're not," the manager tells me as he points his finger at my face. "Leave my club and leave it now. You are barred buddy and don't you ever come back." Then he turns to Susan. "You are fired girl. Start packing. Hit the streets bitch because a street whore is all you ever will amount to."

"Damn ungrateful bastard." I could have been his best customer. I was so pissed that I took Susan home with me. Fucked her three times then sent her home in a cab. From now on I'm staying out of clubs for at least a few months. She's bound to be at another club soon and will probably want to move in with me. Who wouldn't with a leech like she's got with her now. Great looking gal but dammit she just didn't fit me well enough. Have to move on and with luck I'll never see her again.