[M/F] The Agency, Part 2 "A Stripper Named Kennedi" | 2016

Fixed the post, as i don't think the previous one followed the rules.

Lapdances, naked girls in socks...this was my early 20s.

When you’re running a business, namely a startup, everyday comes with the crushing fear that you could close your doors for good. That’s why it’s important not to sweat the small stuff and celebrate the little things (very similar rules to a certain horror film). But in any case, the agency was doing OK. Not terrible, but not great either. We were able to keep the lights on, to say the least. Stacy was great in helping with my anxiety, the two of us had been fucking like rabbits since the night I discovered she enjoyed rollerskating naked

(see that story here: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4ete72/mf_the_agency_naked_rollerskating_girls/ )

It was the day of a big presentation, we were presenting a brand to a medical supplier. Television shows like MadMen always portray this moment as something super sleek, sexy, cool, you-name-it-you-wanna-buy-it kinda thing. But the reality of it was, we had developed an identity package (logo, brand guidelines, etc) for a supplier of medical catheters. I’ll let you Google that. It was anything BUT sexy (unless you’re into that kind of thing) but it had a decent budget and it was going to pay our rent through the month. We had long since decided that Todd was better at meeting with clients and bringing in work, rather than assisting me with design. We named him ‘Head of Client Accounts’, myself as ‘Creative Director’, and Stacy as ‘Senior Web Developer’. We were like the 3 Amigos…if two of the three were fucking each other and the third one seemed a little bitter about it. But the point is that we had something really solid going – at least for the business.

Stacy and I’s relationship was a little toxic in regard to that. She was great at her job, she had a natural kind of edge for it, but she was also still in that ‘party phase’ that most college people have (which isn’t saying much, as at the time I was 23, and she was 20). Maybe I was just jaded because I was chasing my dream of working for myself. I didn’t hack on her too much for it. How could I? I was in her back pocket, or…y’know, in her ass. It was morning in my shitty little apartment downtown and Stacy had rolled out of my bed. She was naked, except for her candy-striped knee socks. Her feet got cold at night. She could have worn regular ankle socks but she was always in a constant state of wanting to turn me on. I watched her round, healthy ass jiggle ever so slightly as she crossed the room. There was a fifth of vodka on my dresser, she poured herself a small glass. She turned, looking at me. I declined.

“Hair of the dog, right?” she purred, taking a shot. We had both had a few drinks the night before, but I was presenting today so I couldn’t be hungover like she was already. I had a hard enough time keeping up with her drinking habits as it was. She turned and leaned against the dresser. The morning sun washed over her slightly pale body. Her pussy was clean-shaven. Her nipples were very perky, it was autumn and I never turned the heat on.

“It’s a little cold in here too,” She pointed out, running a thumb over her left nipple. “Then get back in here,” I pulled the sheet up on the edge of the bed. She grinned wickedly and set the glass down. She scurried back over and climbed in. I could feel the warmth of her body against mine. Naturally her hands crept under the sheets and wrapped around my cock. It was already swelling up in anticipation. Having sex with Stacy was a wild experience. I wasn’t a virgin when the two of us had slept together but I wasn’t a square either. She was just a maniac. She was very fit and athletic and loved to show it off. She loved to straddle me and ride my cock hard, holding her hands against my chest as she bobbed up and down. She loved the ‘smacking’ sound her ass would make as it came down on me. I loved the slight pain of her ass coming down on my balls and watching her ass jiggle when I’d ride her from behind. She loved to be spanked and thrown around. I’m big and solid, and I’m pretty sure my ancestors were vikings. She loved to be picked up and fucked against a wall. I was a power-lifter in college, and she was only about 150 pounds so it wasn’t a big deal for me to lift her up, which made her dripping wet. She was stroking my cock and kissing me on the neck, in soft, sweet nips with her lips.

“You want a little morning exercise?” she breathed into my ear. Oh my god did I want it. So badly. But my eyes were on the clock.

“I have to get ready for work,” I groaned. Stacy huffed and sat up.

“Are you kidding?” She smirked. “You OWN the place.”

“Me and Todd own the place,” I corrected her. She pouted, and I felt the need to explain myself. “Look baby, I gotta present this brand – “

“Baby?” Stacy rolled her eyes. “Oh my god, we’re not onto the name thing are we?”

“Name thing?” I asked. This was a conversation we had been dancing around for weeks, I guess now was as good a time as any to have it. “Been meaning to ask you…what are – ?” Stacy’s hand left my crotch. She rolled out of bed and started getting dressed. I’ve had perpetually bad luck with women all throughout my life but Stacy was just thoroughly confusing. I had no idea what she wanted.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“Go ahead, get ready. You’re late for work,” she said dismissively. Obviously she was pissed about something but all I did was ask a question. Maybe it was a sensitive area for her for whatever reason. I had dated enough women in my life to know when and when not to prod. I didn’t want to start off my day with a fight so I got dressed and the two of us walked to the office silently. It was awkward.

Todd was waiting for us. He had all the presentation materials ready and in a large envelope. He was also dressed to the 9’s in a fitted suit and tie. I had a sneaking suspicion that Todd’s dad was loaded and would occasionally give him a nice suit, or a new phone, because he always had nice things. I would’ve harped on him a bit for it, but Todd was always a stand-up guy who was insistent on paving his own way through life, and I think he was a little apprehensive about getting nice things because he didn’t like to show it off. It was a good quality about him; he had a solid head on his shoulders. Though that didn’t help when I stood next to him in my own cheap suit.

“You guys look like a million bucks,” Stacy snorted. I couldn’t tell if she was still mad from earlier. She was also known for picking on Todd all the time. Todd rolled his eyes in response.

“Good morning to you too,” he said. “Collins is having some problems with their login on their site, I need you to look into.” Stacy was already across the room pouring coffee. “You got it, chief,” she drawled. Todd glanced at me. I gave him a helpless look. He pulled out his phone.

“If we leave now, we can make the meeting with a couple minutes to spare,” Todd pointed out. “You wanna review here or there?”

“Let’s just warm up right before the presentation,” I said. “I’m much better that way.” We left Stacy at the office to trouble-shoot some issues with a client’s website. Normally presentations only take one of us, but I’m terrible at taking notes and Todd knew more about this account than I did. In a nutshell we took a cab to the client’s office downtown. Todd asked what was up Stacy’s ass, to which I replied was me (we both had a good laugh) then I mentioned that she started getting snippy when I asked about where our relationship was going. Stacy and I had been a ‘thing’ now for a few weeks. It bothered Todd a bit because he’s always kind of liked her, but he had a girlfriend of his own. They rarely saw each other, but they had been together since high school, so it had dissolved into a relationship solely of convenience. She was out doing some kind of research in Portland, on the other side of the country. I only met her once and it’s not that interesting so I’m not going to delve much into that.

We arrived at the client’s office and proceeded to give our presentation. Our contact whom we had been speaking with was named Ted, and he was what you would call “a man of his time”. Ted was a product of late 80s advertising and mildly resembled Burt Reynolds in that respect. He was a big hitter back in the day, as he was easing himself into retirement he landed a job managing big accounts and helping to strengthen brands. It was cheaper for them to farm work out to us than hire on their own staff, and since Todd knew him through a mutual friend of his father’s, this was more or less a homerun if we just kissed Ted’s ass a bit. Things started off pretty formal, we introduced ourselves and I walked Ted and a couple of the other board members through this campaign we had developed. Medical supplies, typically catheters, are pretty straightforward. We gave it a simple font-treatment with a nice simple graphic element beside it, which we carried on through examples of their packaging design, website, etc. Stacy had once again knocked it out the park with a great website mock-up and Todd filled in my gaps by explaining how we would implement our marketing strategy.

Ted seemed very pleased with the solutions that we had developed for him, as did the rest of the board members. When we were wrapped up with the presentation, I asked if there were any questions. Ted raises his hand briefly,

“Do you need a drink? I’m sorry buddy, but you look terrible.” I thought he was kidding at first so I kind of smirked, but Ted was already out of his seat. There was a small cabinet in the office and he was pouring a small glass of bourbon. He beckoned toward Todd, who glanced at me, and hesitantly agreed. Two glasses were poured.

“You guys really knocked it out of the park, I think we can work with this,” Ted announced, to the agreement of the board members. We shared a drink and a couple laughs with the guys and since I hadn’t really eaten anything, the liquor was already getting to me. I felt a little warm and fuzzy, definitely more relaxed. Ted was looking at his watch.

“Looks like it’s lunch time,” He raised an eyebrow. “You guys got any plans?” I looked at Todd who shrugged. We were supposed to be playing it cool and acting as though we had other things to do and places to be. But the reality of it is, when you’ve got nothing and somebody, namely a client who’s about to hand you a $4,000 check and offers you lunch, you take it. I know that sounds like a lot of money, but we now had Stacy on payroll and we still had to cover rent for the month. We couldn’t afford to displease this guy. We climb into a cab and along the way Ted explains that the company he works for deals in much more than catheters. In fact they deal with a broad variety of medical products, and most if not all of it is going to need some design help along the way. This was good news, as it meant a steady paycheck, which would put us out of the weeds. Todd and I are both buzzing from our drinks and I chuckle as the cab stops in front of a strip club.

“What are we doing here?” I ask, as if I need an answer. Ted gives me a look.

“The buffet in here is to die for,” he replies with a smirk. He tips the driver and we climb out of the car. As we step through the main entrance of the club, the bouncer just nods at us, no IDs are checked, no cover or charge. Apparently Ted is a regular here, which doesn’t surprise anybody. We get inside and it’s a typical Wednesday afternoon in a strip club. There’s a few patrons watching a topless girl dance on stage, some half-naked girls milling about but otherwise it’s pretty dead. We grab a table and a waitress stops by to offer us drinks. Ted orders rum and cokes for everybody, says he’s footing the bill. I’m trying to be talkative and entertaining, but I’m a little taken aback by how much it feels as though I’m on an episode of MadMen. After all, this is our first lunch with a client at a stripclub, of all places. ‘Maybe this is what it’s like,’ my buzzing mind thought. ‘Maybe this is the big-leagues.’ Yes, I know how dumb that sounds. The waitress brings us our drinks and we sip on them and chat, mostly shop at first, but it slowly turns to the girls on stage.

A tan girl in a green neon bikini with shoulder-length black hair, washboard abs and C-cup breasts grabs the pole. She glances at me and grins. She has neon blue eye shadow, making her whole face kind of sparkle. She’s hot. She swings herself around the pole, tucking her knee around it and showing off her abs and butt.

“Girls who are that fit freak me out,” Ted is stirring his drink. “I like a girl with more meat on her bones,” he gestures around his gut. “Know what I’m saying?” he laughs. Todd and I force a laugh, but I think we both wildly disagree and were beginning to find Ted obnoxious. My phone vibrates in my pocket, I pluck it out and it’s a text from Stacy that reads, “Where the hell are you?”

I was getting a little drunk and I wasn’t in the mood to go back to the office, let alone deal with her weird passive-aggressiveness right now. I was in the middle of texting her back when I feel a pair of hands slide over my shoulders and chest from behind.

“You know there’s no phones allowed in here,” A pair of lips whisper into my ear. I turn slightly and my face is inches away from that of a light-skinned girl with auburn hair. She’s warm and smells wonderful, like a warm summer breeze. She’s wearing light eye shadow and her face sparkles in the same way as the girl on stage. Her eyes are looking into mine, and something about her feels terrible familiar. She has a smirk in the side of her face, I know immediately that I want to lean in and kiss her. But she’s playing me. We both know it, as it’s part of her job...yet I desperately wish it wasn’t, and her name is on the tip of my tongue…

“You look just like Jennifer Lawrence,” I blurt out. She laughs and steps around from the back of my chair. She’s wearing a blue thong and the skimpiest bra I’ve ever seen, it’s slightly too small and her breasts are at least 34C, the fabric is stretched tightly over them and she’s got plenty of side-boob hanging out. The straps are screaming for support. Her stomach is tight and so are her legs. She must be a runner. She climbs onto my lap, making sure to rub her ass slightly into the crotch of my pants. I can feel the heat from between her legs on me. She looks into my eyes deeper. I look back at her…and I feel the same way looking at her when I noticed girls for the first time as a kid.

“I get that a lot,” She admits finally, snapping me out of my trance. She wrapped her arms around my neck.

“People tell me all the time, ‘You look just like The MockingJay’.” “I hate birds,” Ted jokes. Todd forces a laugh and I look at the girl on my lap.

“You got a name?” I ask. “Kennedi,” she replies. It’s the weirdest name I’ve ever heard. “Like the president?” I blurt out. I do a lot of ‘blurting out’ when I’m drunk. She snorted, which wasn’t intentional and held her face in her hands out of embarrassment. It was cute, especially since it was a glimpse of her real personality.

“Sorry!” she admitted. “That’s just a first. No…it’s with an ‘I’.”

“That’s still basically the same thing.”

“No it’s not!” she shoves me lightly. We laugh. I buy her a drink. We talk some more, mostly about Jennifer Lawrence and The Hunger Games, then about books. Then it shifts to what I do for a living. I tell her we’re here on ‘business’. Ted leaves to get a private dance. Todd goes up to the bar to order another drink. A couple of the board members leave. It looks like we’re here with Ted for the long haul. There’s an announcement over the speakers, $75 for VIP.

“That’s a good deal,” Kennedi muses. She looks at me. “What do you think, you want a lap dance from The MockingJay?” I hesitate. That’s a lot of money that I can’t really afford. Ted said he was footing the bill but I think it was only for drinks, and he’s nowhere in sight to ask. Kennedi is looking at me. I know she’s just pumping me for cash, but the way she’s looking at me…it’s hard to describe. I swallow hard and I’m trying to think of an excuse, but she can already detect my hesitation.

“I’ll tell you what,” her fingers dance across my chest. “You give me $50 and we’ll call it even. I won’t tell anyone,” she leans in close, I can feel her breath on my ear. She licks the lobe lightly with her tongue. “I promise.” Ugh. I can’t resist. She takes my hand and leads me upstairs to a private room with a soft chair and a lamp. I hand her a $50 bill and she pushes me softly on the couch.

“How long is a VIP?” I ask. Kennedi tucks the bill away into some kind of lock box and turns to face me.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make it feel like an eternity,” she grins wickedly. My phone buzzes again in my pocket. I never did text Stacy back, oh well. Kennedi places herself in front of me and leans forward, resting her hands on the backrest of the chair. Her boobs are in my face. Her skin is lightly moist with sweat. Her smell had turned from a summer breeze to sweet like cherries. Jesus, does she sweat cherries? She slides her body down, her face resting on my crotch. Then she climbs on top of me, jiggling her boobs again in my face.

“You want to do the honors?” she asks sweetly. I’m a little confused and she touches my hands, just enough to bring them up to her bra strap. I undo her bra and her boobs bounce out. They’re a little larger than 34C. Her nipples are bright pink. She rubs them against me, over my chest and on my face. Her nipples touch my lips, only for a second. Then she’s grinding on me. I’m watching her boobs flop in my face. She grabs my hands and puts them over top of her boobs. I squeeze them. They’re soft, yet firm. I can feel my pants getting tighter. Kennedi is smiling and leans in, breathing hot breath against my neck. She turns and places her hands on the arm rests, reverse-cowgirl style, rubbing her ass against my pants. Her thong is pulling at the seams. Without hesitation I grab it and tug at it.

“Ooo,” she purred innocently. “You want these off, too?”

“Yes,” I pant. I can hardly contain myself. Kennedi stands up, butt in my face, and she bends over, sliding down the panties. I can see her hot pink vagina, her body is glistening with sweat. She turns and faces me, hands on her hips.

“Like what you see?” She smirks. She knows she’s hot. I return the grin and she climbs onto the chair and dances slowly in front of me, her hot pussy inches from my face. It takes all my willpower to keep from grabbing her by the ass and licking it dry. Kennedi shifts back down in front of me, hands on the ground. Her ass is in my lap.

“Spank me,” she moans. I spank her and watch her ass jiggle. She moans. “Harder, baby,” I spank her again, this time my hand leaves a red mark.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” she grins, climbing back onto my lap. She straddles me and places my hands on her hips. She starts grinding on my pants. Harder and harder, her breaths become short and heavy. I’m starting to sweat. Her lips are pressed against my ear.

“I’m gonna cum, baby,” she whimpers.

“Do it,” I grunt, trying not to go off in my pants. It’s not easy. Kennedi lets out a low moan, and her body stiffens. Holy shit, she really is cumming. Oh my god. I thought it was an act? Her body collapses against me, she’s covered in sweat. I hold her for a moment, until she draws back. She looks into my eyes and leans in, pressing her lips ever so softly against mine. When she draws away, there’s a thin line of drool (my fault, I’m shocked at what’s happening) and she bites her lower lip.

“I’ll find you on Facebook,” she whispers, a finger running down my chest. She gets dressed and leaves the room without a second glance. I look down. I totally went off in my pants.

“What the fuck happened?” I ask out loud. When I walk back out into the main room, Kennedi had disappeared but Todd and Ted were ready to leave. Ted looked drunk as fuck, swaying back and forth slightly, and Todd looked really annoyed as he was trying to keep Ted from falling over.

“You ready?” he asked. I nod. Todd gives me a curious look as to why I look so disheveled, I tell him I’ll explain later. We drop the client off and take a cab back to the office. At this point it’s late, the sun had begun to set. Stacy is furious.

“Where the hell have you guys been?” she demanded. “Especially YOU!” She narrows her eyes at me. “I texted you at least a thousand times.”

“Oh, a thousand?” I drawl. Her eyes are piercing into mine, now isn’t the time to fuck with her. I immediately withdraw. “Sorry, the meeting went on long, and the guy took us out to lunch.” Stacy can see the glitter over my entire body.

“Oh yeah,” she retorted. “Do they have dancers at TGI Fridays?”

“I don’t have time for this,” Todd waved her off. He collected his things and went for the door. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” Now it’s just Stacy and I. She’s fuming with anger, hands on her hips.

“What is your deal?” I ask.

“What’s MY deal? Where were you?” she demanded. “I’ve been sitting here all day, we had a bunch of client calls and what was I supposed to tell them?”

“We…went to a strip club,” I admitted. “It was the client’s idea.” Telling the truth only seemed to make Stacy angrier.

“You went to a STRIP CLUB?” she asked shrilly. “What the fuck! Am I not enough for you?”

“What?” I shot back. “What the hell is this – why are you acting this way?”

“What way?”

“You were acting weird this morning like you didn’t want to be with me, but now you’re upset because I went to a stripclub?”

“Did you spend any money there? Be honest.” Stacy said.

“Yeah, I spent some money.”

“On a dance?”

“Yes, on a dance.” Stacy had a look in her eyes that was a mix of anger and hurt.

“I’m not coming over tonight,” she said finally, scooping up her things and promptly walking out the door. I was left standing in the office, by myself, feeling more alone that I ever have before. There was a buzzing in my pocket. I pick out my phone, and it was a notification from Facebook. A friend request from Kennedi.

Thanks for reading! There’s more to come!