Mistaken Identity - Part 2 - 4K (Patreon)

It's a few weeks later and Kim has established herself as the premier showgirl at Club 33.  When she isn't (literally) grinding her way to the top, she's managed to recruit nearly all of the old Middleton cheer squad as dancers, making Wade (the new manager of the club) a very rich man.  Gathering up her costume and tips as she goes, Kim makes her way off the stage to have a few words with the DJ...

DJ: Ah-right, ah-right!  Give it up for the dark and seductive Miss Kimberly!  Up next on the center stage...don't be shy, 'cuz she ain't.  You love to hate her...  Gentlemen, give it up for the lovely Miss Bonnie!

After climbing up into the DJ booth, Kim begins to reassemble her attire, all the while being ogled by the DJ.

Kim: (smirking) Really?  Don't you see enough of me every night?

DJ: Love to see you 'coming' and going all the time, sweetness.

Kim: Uh-huh, keep dreamin'.  And what's with the Weird Al version?

DJ: Oh c'mon, lighten up, Carrot Top.  Nirvana's been a little stale since...ohhh, I dunno...1995?  Just tryin' to liven things up a little.

Kim:  Uh-huh.  You keep spinning vinyl and let me worry about keepin' things lively.

DJ: (chuckles) Yo, why don' cha stick around til' your next set?  Maybe I could take you for a spin instead?

Mike the bouncer waves at Kim from across the club.  Getting her attention, he points toward the VIP lounge just as a customer passes through the curtains.

Kim: Can't, sweetheart.

DJ: Can't...or won't?

Kim: Can't.  Got a customer waiting.  (smiles mischievously) Maybe later, vinyl-boy.

Kim smacks the DJ on the ass as she climbs out of the DJ booth.  She turns, gives him a wink, and then 'stripper walks' across the club.  Knowing full-well that he'll be watching the entire way, Kim puts a little extra pop in her hips, her butt cheeks jiggling as she goes.

DJ: (speaking into the microphone) Hate to see you go, but love to watch you walk away, girl.  Remember, these girls work for tips and tips alone...and be sure give those waitresses and bartenders a little love too.

From up on stage, Bonnie glowers angrily at Kim, her song having been interrupted by the DJ.  Kim wryly grins and blows Bonnie a kiss as she walks by.  Reaching the entrance to the VIP lounge, Mike pulls the curtain aside for her and opens his mouth to say something.  Kim however, holds her hand up towards his face in a 'stop' gesture.

Kim: You...?  You can keep your mouth shut, your ass outta here, and your eyes on something other than me entertaining my customers...again.  Maybe, just maybe, Wade won't find out that you and Mr DJ over there have been skimming from the door cover.  Kapeesh?

Mike, his nose wrinkled up in agitation, says nothing as Kim steps into the darkened room.  Just as she steps over the threshold, Mike intentionally drops the curtain early, hitting Kim in the ass, causing her to stumble forward.

Kim: (under her breath) Asshole.

Regaining her balance and her composure, Kim peers into the gloom.  Unable to make out who is seated on the couch on the other side of the room, she smiles seductively like she would for any joe-average customer.

Kim: Hey, sweetie.  Watcha in the mood for?

Ann: Mmmm, love the look.  Goth cheerleader?  I thought I heard that old Nirvana song from the parking lot.

Kim:  (sighs heavily) Really, Mom?  What are you doing here?  Wait, let me guess...you were just in the neighborhood again?

Ann: In this god awful part of town?  Uhh...no, dear.  I figured we'd start where we left off.  I seem to recall I got an alert from the hospital and had to run out here just as you were about to...  What was it again...'get into the soccer mom's pants'?

Kim: And I seem to recall you coming back after I got off work and doing me in the parking lot... (smiles with a raised eyebrow) Repeatedly.

Ann: I bought the room for two hours this time...and I left my phone in the car.  Now, where were we?  I was sitting here and you were...

Pointing at Kim's all-black cheer costume with a twirling gesture of her finger, Ann leans back onto the couch with a provocative smirk. Tossing her pom-poms to either side, Kim reaches down and pulls her crop-top up and over her breasts, slowly letting them reveal themselves, popping out and undulating, one by one.  Grinning as she pulls the top over her head, Kim tosses it aside with a flourish.  Pursing her lips seductively, she arches her back and bends forward at the waist, her thumbs hooked into the waistband of the pleated miniskirt as she pushes it down to her ankles.

Straightening herself, Kim steps out of the skirt and assumes a runway model pose, as if waiting for Ann's next command.  With the same twirling gesture of her finger, Ann points at Kim's high heels.  Lifting her heels out of the strapless stilettos, Kim steps out them, flinging them to one side or the other with the tips of her toes.  Her knees together, bending at the waist, Kim pushes her chest out, biting her lower lip as she begins to slide her stockings down.

Ann: Uh-uhh...keep the stockings.

'Stripper walking' towards Ann, Kim can't help but to notice the huge bulge in Ann's pants-suit trousers.  Stopping in front of her, Kim leans forward and puts one hand on Ann's thigh.  Looking her in the eyes and smiling demurely, Kim touches the huge bulge with the tip of her index finger causing it noticeably spasm.

Kim: Mmmm.  Is that for me?

Leaning further forward and placing her hands on Ann's shoulders, Kim straddles her legs.  Kneeling down on the couch, she lowers herself onto Ann's lap and begins to grind her ass against Ann's swollen crotch in time to the music.  Ann instinctively grabs her by the waist, pulling her towards her, burying her face between Kim's breasts.

Kim: (waving her finger in faux 'no-no' gesture) You can look, but don't touch, lady.

Feeling Ann's huge, engorged member begin to twitch with excitement, Kim slides her hand down and fumbles to unsnap Ann's pants.  Ann in turn, reaches down and pushes her trousers over her hips, wriggling them underneath her ass, eventually sliding them over her thighs.  Kim raises herself onto her knees, reaches down and grasps the enormous shaft, guiding herself onto it with a stuttering sigh.

Kim lets out a gasp as Ann's swollen head slips past her labia.  Pausing before she commits to pushing herself down Ann's giant shaft, Kim's lets out a stifled yelp as Ann takes the initiative and begins to rapidly pump her from beneath.  Minutes seem like hours as she steadily lengthens her upward strokes, Kim never really becoming accustomed to Ann's massive circumference.  A short eternity later, Kim lets out a a long, guttural groan as Ann reaches 'the bottom'.

Stopping, Ann holds her entire length deep inside of Kim.  Relaxing, Ann lowers herself onto the couch, pulling a wide-eyed and panting Kim down with her, not letting a single inch slip out of her.  Letting Kim catch her breath, Ann unbuttons her suit jacket and flings it aside.  With Kim still atop her, she manages to wriggle her pants down to her ankles, flips her pumps off her feet, and then kicks her pant onto the floor.

Kim, still preoccupied with Ann's gargantuan shaft throbbing inside her, scarcely notices that Ann is completely naked now.  Signaling that the break is over, Ann leans forwards, grabs the back of Kim's thighs and stands up.  Kim instinctively wraps her legs around Ann's waist, pulling herself up, and draping her arms around her neck.   Ann looks on, smiling in amusement, Kim's glazed over expression instantly changes to one of wide-eyed shock.

Grabbing both of her ass cheeks, Ann once again begins to pump her immense organ into Kim.  Half-screaming from the intense mix of pleasure and pain, Kim can't help but to clinch up, her own body weight driving her down the entire length of Ann's girth, pounding it against  her cervix with every thrust.   Kim's eyes roll back in her head, an intense wave of pleasure beginning to surge inside her.

Kim: OHGAWD, H'OHGAWD, YES! YESSSSS!  KEEP DOING...!  KEEP DOING TH-THHH-THAT!

Ann: (grinning) Nope, not yet.

Ann stops thrusting, again pushing her entire length into Kim, and holding it there.  Spinning them both around, Ann lowers Kim down and sets her on the arm of the couch.  Grabbing both of Kim's calves, Ann raises her legs in front of her, and then wraps her arms around Kim's knees.  Her thighs clamped tightly together, Kim can feel every single engorged vein as Ann leans her full weight against her.  Ann simply holds herself there, her head fully pressed against Kim's cervix.  Ann leans forward even further, smiling down at her, Kim's knees nearly touching her own breasts.

Ann ever so slowly withdraws her entire length until only the tip remains inside.  Ever so slowly, she pushes back inside, letting Kim feel every ripple and fold in vagina, until she's fully pressed against her cervix again.  Ann repeats the process over and over, Kim pleading with her all the while.

Kim: OH C'MON!  PLEEEEEAASE!  Pruh-pruh...  Pretty please?  I..  I just... I just wanna come!  Just once.  Just...  Just a little one!  Pleeease?

After what seems like hours of endless torment, Kim, her eyes fully glaze over, once again finds herself with Ann fully pressed inside her.  This time however, Ann lets go of her legs, letting them dangle beside her for a brief time.

Ann: Roll over.

Kim blinks, peering up at Ann with quizzical suspicion.  Ann, already tired of waiting on her, grabs Kim's leg and rolls her sideways off the arm of the couch.  Kim lets out a squeal as Ann's giant member rotates inside her, slowly straighten itself out when both of Kim's feet as firmly planted on the floor.  Ann bends forward, grabbing Kim's biceps and straightens her up.

Kim: D-doggie style?

Ann: Not exactly.   Trust me, you'll like it.

Kim: Well, whatever is, it'd better make me come in the next fifteen minutes...cuz that's all the time you've got left in this room.

Turning around, Ann sits down on the couch, leaving Kim having little to say as she's pulled down with her.

Kim: C'mon, really?  You wanna end this with ye olde 'lap dance' position?

Ann: Raise your legs off the floor.

Kim: Uhhhhh...okaaay?

No sooner has she raised her legs, then Ann runs her arms under them from the outside, quickly pulling them up towards her chest.  Before she can even react, Ann locks her hands behind Kim's head, trapping her in a 'Full Nelson'.  Kim squirms and protests, but there's little she can do, Ann already having started to pump her enormous shaft in and out of her.

Kim: Uh-uhhh!  No!  Not no, but hell no?  Ron tried this shit on me years ago.  Fucking hated it!

Ignoring her, Ann continues to slide the entirety of her member in a out of Kim, faster and faster, until her protests turn to moans of delight.  Kim can feel a deep climax building inside her with every single thrust...until Ann suddenly stops.

Kim: OH!  I FUCKIN' KNEW IT!  YOU...  YOU GODDAMN TEASE!

Ann, far from stopping, ignores Kim's protests once again.  Leaning forward, Ann uses her as a counter balance and simply stands up.  Ann resumes her long, penetrating thrusts, causing Kim to moan even louder than before.  Yet another even stronger climax builds inside her

Kim:  OHGAWD!  D-DON'T YOU DARE STOP!  OHMYEFFINGAWD, YES!  COME...  COME WITH...  COME WITH ME!  H'OHGAWD, COME WITH ME RIGHT NUH...!  NUHHH...!   RIGHT NOOOOOWWWW!

A sudden explosion of ecstasy washes over Kim.  Hyperventilating, she gasps for breath, trying to scream and moan at the same time.  Wave after wave spasm through her, curling her toes so badly that her feet cramp up.  Ann, still thrusting deep inside her, hitting Kim's cervix each and every time, feels Kim's sudden rush  of excitement.  Kim's contractions instantly cause Ann to spasm over and over again, filling Kim with warm goo again and again.

Both women pant, gasping for air, stars dancing in their peripheral vision.  Warm fluids ooze out of Kim, running down her ass and up her back.  Ann, however, remains firmly planted inside of Kim, her still erect member pushing against Kim's 'bottom'.

Kim:  Ohh...  Uh-huh...  Okay, I th-think we're done.  Yuh-you can, like, pull that m-monster out of me any time now.

Ann: I've still got five minutes on the room.

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Original Sketch by Ironwolf

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