The life of anyone working in the trades can take its toll on even the strongest marriage. Mine had gone south a few months earlier and I signed the divorce papers only weeks before taking a job in Iowa. It was supposed to be a two-month assignment that stretched into six. I had been staying in a small independent hotel for the job. You know the type: off the side of what was once a busy road and now rents out at cheap rates just to keep going. Over time, I struck up a cordial friendship with Stacey, the weekend cleaning girl who stopped by with fresh towels. She was in her early twenties, had long bleach blonde hair and a nice body with just a touch of baby fat, what I call a luscious blonde. Each weekend, she'd knock on the door and let herself in to bring fresh towels and clean the bathroom. Since it was a small motel, she didn't have to rush and I found her spending more and more time chatting with me, asking questions about all the places I had worked. She was the classic small town girl who was saving up for school to get out of town. After about five months, one of the guys on the crew told us about a strip club a few towns over that was full nude and had cheap private dances. We went that night and had a great time. The girls were all good looking for the most part and were very generous in the lap dances. We ended up there again that Thursday night for amateur night. From 8:00 to 9:00, they let amateurs dance and then work the crowd if they want. To my surprise, the second dancer of the night after we arrived was none other than Stacey the motel maid. She came out dancing to Metallica's Master of Puppets, a fast song that she whipped herself around the pole to while shedding her bra. The second song was No Doubt's I'm Just a Girl and she worked the guys surrounding the stage for singles and the panties went with the much slower third song as she undulated to Sting's Fragile. Obviously, for an amateur, Stacey knew what she was doing. We were towards the back and she didn't see me. As she came out of the back room to work the crowd with table dances, I excused myself and went to the bathroom as she neared our table. A plan was starting to form in my head and I didn't want to ruin it. That weekend, as normal, Stacey stopped by with towels. We made small talk for a while and I casually added that I liked her dancing the other night. She froze like a deer in the headlights, obviously at a loss for words. Before she could bolt, I added that she shouldn't be ashamed or worry that I was going to tell anyone. It took a lot of coaxing, but I finally got her to tell me her tale. She was trying to get enough money to go back to the local junior college and finish her degree. She worked as a waitress at a local restaurant besides the motel and could make as much in a night at the club as she could in four days of waitressing. My pulse started to quicken as I neared the moment of truth. I told her that I thought she did a real nice job dancing, adding that she did better than some of the pros that came on later in the night. She smiled and blushed and I decided to press on. I added that I wanted a private dance with her but didn't want to have her see me and freak out. She promised me that if I went back the next Thursday night she'd be sure to give me long one. I immediately countered with a request for one right then. Again the dear-headlights look and she bolted from the room. I figured I had blown it. But, the next day, Stacey came by as usual, but a bit later than normal. I tried to stutter an apology but she stopped me, sheepishly asking if I still wanted that private dance. Do bears shit in the woods? I asked how much a dance was and she said $25 for a song, but she'd give me a special set for the $25. I turned on the clock radio, but all I could get was some crappy country station. I sat back on the small sofa in the room and she started to dance. She was wearing her typical outfit, which was a pair of shorts and a white tank top. She started slowly, just getting a feel for things. She rocked back and forth, swinging her ass around in my face and pulling away as I reached for her. Eventually, the tank top came off and the cargo shorts went next. Standing before me in just a plain white bra and blue cotton panties, she was a Goddess. I smiled and she actually blushed a bit. The shy, coy act was exciting beyond belief and I thought my cock was going to explode out of the jogging shorts I was wearing. She turned around and nestled her panty-clad ass onto the edge of the couch between my legs and lifted her mane of blonde hair, inviting me to help her with the clasp on her bra. I unsnapped it with one hand and she shivered as it popped open and my other hand slid over her back, feeling her smooth skin. She stood and spun around, holding the bra cups to her breasts and letting the straps fall from her shoulders before throwing her head back and letting the bra fall to the floor. Her breasts were stupefying up close. My ex had an impressive set of tits, but where she outdid Stacey in size, Stacey had her beat in the firmness department. I would guess that they were 36 B or maybe even C and the nipples were small but erect with small, pink areolas. Again she returned to the edge of the couch, but this time she leaned back against me, rubbing the small of her back into my cock before lifting her ass in the air to slide her panties off. As I reached to grab a handful of her tits, she stood again and slowly turned to face me. All pretense of the coy college wanna-be dancing to music was gone by this time as she raised her arms, whipping her hair around and gyrating her hips as I stared at her shaved pussy lips. She stopped and gone was the shy girl routine as she looked at my crotch with a wicked smile. She remarked that I must be enjoying the show and, with a lusty look, she straddled my imprisoned cock while facing me. I was wearing a set of light mesh jogging shorts with boxers underneath and I swear I could feel the heat from her pussy, as her lips seemed to mold themselves to my hard member. Grabbing hold of the back of the couch, she began to slide herself back and forth along my cock. I wasted no time in reaching up and grabbing her fantastic breasts, feeling their weight and rolling the hard nipples between my fingers. She began moaning as she rocked and I had to concentrate on math, sports and anything else I could think of to stop myself from cumming as my lap dance suddenly turned into her using my cock as a human Sybian machine. Faster and faster she went, grinding her pussy into me. I could actually feel her juices seeping through the material of my shorts. Finally, with a loud cry, she arched her back and ground her clit into me so hard, I was afraid she was going to hurt me and her body shook with spasms for what seemed like minutes before she slumped forward, her long hair falling over my face as she gasped to catch her breath. Eventually, as I slowly rubbed her back and ass, she pulled back and gave me a weak smile. She leaned forward and gently kissed my cheek with a soft “Thank you.” Not knowing how to proceed, I waited patiently, not wanting to rub myself on her like some depraved satyr. Again, the shy smile gave way to something a bit lustier and she crawled off the couch, dropping to her knees between my legs. I looked down and my shorts were soaked and there was a thick line of her pussy cream running down the length of my cock. She reached up and pulled the waistband of my shorts down, all the while looking up into my eyes as if looking for my reaction. I tried my best not to have some goofy look on my face. I lifted my ass up a little so she could pull the shorts down and my cock sprang free. She threw the shorts to the side and leaned forward. I was dying for her to take my cock in her mouth but she went a little lower and slowly nuzzled my balls before moving up the underside of the shaft with her tongue. By this time, I was ready to shoot a load straight into the air, but she backed off saying that I needed to cool down and not rush things. She sat back a little and started massaging my thighs for a bit while my cock cooled down. Finally, when the tip of my cock wavered a little, she began again in earnest. As before, she slowly nuzzled by balls and nibbled them lightly. She reached up and wrapped her fingers around my cock while continuing to lick and suck on my balls. Slowly, she jacked it up and down, giving it a light squeeze at the bottom of each stroke. Soft, low-pitched moans escaped her, as she seemed to be getting hotter with each stroke. Inch by inch, she began to move up, licking and nibbling the underside of my cock with small bites as she went. When she got to the top, she moved back down and then back to the top. She kept this up for a while, each pass over my rock hard going faster than the one before until her lips were a blur. Finally, she slid her lips over the head of my cock, sucking hard. Her cheeks puckered in as she sucked the head of my cock, running her tongue over the tip while she lowly jerked my cock. When I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, she began to slide her warm lips up and down the shaft. Her hand reached down to fondle my balls and she tried in vain to get every inch of my cock into her mouth. She tried the deep throat me, but wasn’t experienced enough to control her gag reflex, but watching and feeling her try was too much for me. I warned her that I was about to cum. She gasped/moaned slightly and began rubbing my now shrinking balls. She put her other hand on my stomach to steady herself and began sucking me for all she was worth. I had hoped that she wasn’t going to pull her lips off my cock as I came and I wasn’t disappointed. I love a woman that takes my load in her mouth and Stacey got a huge one. I felt that weak feeling wash over me as I started coming. Stacey’s motion slowed as she fought to swallow the whole load but a small trickle escaped her lips. As I came back to reality, I watched with wrapped fascination as she bent forward and licked up the small bead of escaped semen from the shaft and licked up the small drops that fell to the back of her hand. I had never been the recipient of a blowjob that good before. Her fake naiveté coupled with obvious skills were a powerful combination. As a looked down at her, she sheepishly looked back at me as she gently sucked at my softening cock in her mouth. I thanked her for the most intense experience I had ever had and she told me it was her pleasure. As I reached for my wallet, she told me that she had always wanted to do that after a private dance and that it was on the house. Unfortunately, I was only there for another two months because that dance was the start of something good. Sundays became my favorite day of the week as Stacey and I explored each other in many ways over those last few weeks. But, those are different stories.