All I Have Is All Of Me

[F4M]All I Have Is All Of Me[strip tease][seduction][blowjob][rough][cheating][1920s][vintage][accent?]

The year is 1927. A woman finds herself in a desperate situation. Her husband has come into some debt with a known gangster. He's having a difficult time coming up with the money so she decides to try and help. She finds out the club run by his debtor is looking for "talent". Maybe they can come to an arrangment.
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(Knock knock, door opens)

Mr...Mr Largo? I'm sorry to bother you. I'm sure you're a busy man. I just... I was wondering if I could speak with you sir. If you have a moment.

Well, no I don't think you know me. I mean, I only know you through reputation really. But you do know my husband.

No, he doesn't work for you, I don't think. He one of your...clients, I guess you could say.

Yeah, he comes to the club from time to time, but that's just when he's taking his sales guys out for drinks. He's more of the...betting type. No, don't worry. He didn't tell me anything. I found out on my own.

Well you see, he's always been a bit of the show boat type with his money. Taking people out for drinks or dinners. Trying to shmooze up to his buyers. But he hasn't been selling so much lately. Something about the market changing, or something like that. I mean, he's still been making good money, but maybe not as much as he was used to. Then, I don't know. He was just started getting so stressed it seemed like, and I wanted to find out why.

So, I was doing some digging in his books and I found a ledger...with some notes. You know, numbers and stuff. It said "Pavinni's Pizzeria" on the front, but I know there's no place with that name in this town. So, I looked a little closer and I saw some names. I thought maybe it was more sales stuff, but then I realized that some of the names I recognized. Names I'd heard before...on the radio. They were all boxers, or ball players. And just like that, it hit me. And I knew.

I tried to talk to him about it, but he would just tell me "Don't worry your pretty little head honey." Or "I'll take care of it sweety, this is a man's problem." But now...now he's a wreck, and I just couldn't sit by and watch like that. He says it's a man's problem, but he won't stand up and be a man. I couldn't just let it all happen. I'm a part of it just as much as he is. I had to do something. I had to show him that I'm not the weak little tootsie everyone thinks I am.

So, I guess that's why I'm here. To try and figure out how I might be able to fix this. When I found out it was you sir, I thought...maybe, if I come down here. Maybe we could, come to an arrangement. You know, like maybe I could work at the club. Like a waitress or something. Earn back what he owes you. Something like that.

Why are you laughing at me? What do you mean I would have to work an awful long time? How much does he owe you?

Oh my god. Well, I would still be willing to work some of it off.

Oh, you don't need any new waitresses? Well, what about what I keep hearing about you hiring talent around town for your club? Isn't that like performers or something? I've been told I'm a good dancer, and I can even sing a little too. Why are you still laughing? I'm telling you, I could do it.

That's not why you're laughing? Well, then why? You're not looking for that kind of talent. What kind of talent then? Are you looking for showgirls or something? You would be surprised the things that I can do.

"Pinch an asprin between my legs"? What the hell is that supposed to mean? You think I'm some kind of prude. I'll have you know...

Uncomfortable? Well, let me be the judge of what kind of work I'd be comfortable doing. I'm a big girl. If there's something I can contribute, let me know, and I'll decide. Come on. Give it to me straight.

You're opening a new club. So, you are looking for show girls? What? "Professional skirts"? What do you mean? Show girls for the night shift. Oh! You mean...oh. So you're talking about burlesque girls. Right? Okay. Um.

What do you mean I "told you"? There you go again. Making assumptions. You think you know me. What if I say I want the job? Huh?

My husband? Well, what about him. He got us into this mess, and I guess I have to get us out of it. If that's what it takes, then...then fine. I'm your girl.

What's that? What do you mean I don't have what it takes? I can do it. I'll prove it to you. I have it. I can turn heads. Come on. Give me a chance and I'll show you.

Wait, you mean like, right now? Okay. Okay, yeah. Like an audition or something. Okay. Just sit back then, cause I think you're about to find out how adventurous a woman like me can be.

(Seductive and breathy)
Let me just, turn around for you. Maybe dance a little. Do you like my dress? Not the most revealing thing, but if just slide these straps... off my shoulders... you'll see it comes off so easy. Mmmmm. Now, that's better. Think I have it now? I see you eyeing me. The sway of my hips. Looking at me as I dance for you. I gotta say, it's nice to have someone looking at me like that again. With everything that been happening, he hasn't been paying attention to me as much. It's hard. A girl's gotta feel sexy your know. Mmmmmm. I think I'm going to like having all those eyes on me. The thought of turning on a whole group of men. The way I'm sure I'm turning you on right now. Getting a little... hot under the collar are we?

Oh yeah? You want me to come over there? Just step on behind your desk. Let you get a closer look. Hmmmm. Maybe I'll get a little more then close. Maybe I'll just have a seat right here, on your lap. Mmmmmm. Much more comfortable. (Giggle) Is that what I think it is? Yeah? It feels like you've been...enjoying the show.

(Groan)
It has been so long. Like I said, he hasn't been giving me the attention, that I oh so need. Mmmmm. Just having you pressed against me like this. I bet you are a real man aren't you.

Oh? Is that right? You're gonna show me? How's that? On my knees. Mmmmm. Okay. I'll show you another...talent of mine. Yeah. Take it out for me.

Mmmmm. You are way more of a man then him aren't you.

(Improv blowjob)

(Improv blowjob during dialog)
Does that feel good? You like my tight little mouth? You want to use my mouth to make you feel good?

(Improv rough blowjob)

(Gasping)
Oh God. You like to take control don't you.

Mmmmm. I like a man who takes control.

(Improv noise of being picked up and bent over desk)

(Hungry with lust)
Mmmmm. Yeah. Bend me over your desk. God. I want it. Right here. Show me how much of a man you are. Show me you know how to make a woman feel good. Yeah. Are you gonna make me feel good?

(Sound of ripping fabric)

(Improv moan of pleasure)

Wow, you are a real man aren't you. Come on. Yeah. I want to feel good. Come on. Give it to me. (Gasp)

(Drawn out groaning in pleasure)
Oh fuck.

(Improv moaning during dialog)
Yeah. Just like that. Oh god yes. Mmmmm. Take this pussy. Make me feel good. Show me what a real man feels like. Oh harder. Yeah.

(Improv moaning)

(Groaning in pleasure)
So good...

(Improv moaning during dialog)
Mmmmmm. Are you gonna claim this pussy? Yeah. Are you cum for me? Cum for me. Cum deep inside me. Make me yours.

(Improv moaning building up during dialog)
Yes...yes...harder. Oh god...

(Improv to vocal passionate orgasm)

(Breathless)
Well.... think I have what it takes for your new club? (Giggle)

What?

Personal secretary? Mmmmmm. I like the sound of that. Oh, him? I wouldn't worry about that. If this is what working for you is going to be like, I could see myself working some very long nights in the future. (Giggle)