Milk Money: Lactating Story
Adult Nursing Relationship
Mary Chi
Copyright 2012, Mary Chi
Smashwords Edition
Warning: Adult Material…This story contains sexually explicit material. By opening this document and continuing to read, you are stating that you are of legal age to read this story. Every character involved in sexual situations in this story are intended to be 18 years of age or older, whether they are explicitly described as such or not.
I didn’t know it would turn me on as much as it does. To say I’m surprised is an understatement. Looking back, I really didn’t think my feelings would become involved, but there’s no denying that fact now.
Becca was tired of the strip club scene. Sure it paid her bills, but being ogled constantly and doing lap dances for a few extra dollars started feeling old. It was hardly the erotic scene most people thought it was. Most the time she was in her head thinking about mundane things, even when she was working the pole. She had her routine down, plain and simple and could probably do it in her sleep.
If she could make more money at a regular job she’d consider it, not that she took moral issue with what she was doing, she was simply bored. Unfortunately, a regular 9 to 5 job wouldn’t pay her the kind of money Becca was making at the strip club, and she just couldn’t afford that chance. Without a college degree, the jobs she’d be holding wouldn’t cut it. She was glad she found stripping early on, but having worked the circuit for a long time, it was growing old.
Speaking of growing old, her daughter Jessica was almost 5, and four years of stripping felt like three too many. In that time she’d bought and paid for the house that they lived in. Being a duplex, she was able to buy both sides and set up her mom on one side and her and Jess in the other. It helped her mom, and it helped her having her mother watch her daughter when she worked.
Night after night, Becca James headed into work to do her act, grind her pole, and squirt her milk. She’d left her milk in after she finished breastfeeding 4 years ago and used it in her stage act. The guys loved it; her milk squirting brought her some extra tips. With her breasts bigger and fuller since they still carried milk, it enhanced her appearance.
With long brown hair, dark brown eyes, and an erotic allure, Becca was a popular act in her local club. She’d worked in a couple different places, but settled into his one about 18 months ago. The people here were nicer, a tighter knit group, and it gave it a better family feel. The girls weren’t overly competitive, the bouncers looked out for her, and the bartenders were friendly.
When Mark started coming to the club, it was Becca he was drawn to. He loved to watch her act, follow her moves, ogle her big full tits, and adored when she’d squirt her milk on stage. His breast milk fetish kept him coming back time and time again. He’d taken to lap dances in the private red room on and off, but the more he spent time around Becca, the more he wanted to spend time with her – well at least her tits.
“Becca,” the manger came over, “you’ve got a customer in the red room.”
Becca got up from the bar stool and headed into the red room, “Hi,” she put on her best smile, plastered over her obvious boredom, “you again?”
“I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately,” Mark started.
“Really? Me or my tits?” She grinned, knowing he was a big tipper.
“I was wondering if you’d be interested in a side offer,” he started.
“I don’t do those,” she said dancing over Mark’s lap.
“Not even for some extra cash on the side?”
“How much,” she entertained.