I’m a Stripper: The Club has a Strange List of Rules.
My name is Jesse Phoenix. Well, that’s just my stage name, but it’s all your getting so get used to it. I took employment at the Scarlet Lounge for reasons that are my own. I dance to the delight of men and take their crumpled money.
The layout of the strip club was long and narrow. The bar was close to the front while the stage and chrome pole were in the back almost out of sight from people entering the front door.
The boss was an older lady, Tory Trance. She was fit and muscular despite being in her late thirties. She had long black hair and crystal blue eyes. On my first night, Tory gave me a laminated card with seven rules on them. The card was black with neon red letters. It was easy to read in a dark night club.
“Uhm, what is this, Ms. Trance?” I said, looking at both sides.
“Okay, one, it’s Mrs. Trance. Two, those are seven house rules for working at the Scarlet Lounge. Read them. Know them. Follow them.” Tory said.
I winced as she corrected me. Then I looked at the rules. Each rule was more bizarre than the last. My new boss stood there watching me. When the DJ tried to get her attention, she held up a finger to silence him. She wasn’t going anywhere until she was sure I read them all.
Rule #1 – The basement is off limits. Ignore all sounds coming from the basement.
“Uh, ignore what sounds, boss?” I said, pointing at the first rule on the card.
“All sounds, Jesse. As long as the door stays closed, you’ll be fine. Don’t trust everything you see around here. This place can play tricks on you.” Tory said.
“But…why?” I said.
“Sometimes we have to follow rules without knowing why the rules exist. Trust me, it’s better this way.” Tory said, smiling.
“Okay, but what if…” I said.
“Jesse, you’re a very beautiful young woman. I’m sure you’ll do great here if you follow the rules. You’re not going to be a problem, are you?” Tory said.
“No, Mrs. Trance.” I said, forcing a smile.
“Good, tell Monica your first drink is on me.” Tory said, blowing me a kiss.
Tory Trance went to go talk to the DJ. I still had 40 minutes before my maiden voyage. I looked at the bar where a woman was getting ready to pour drinks. Monica, I assume, had a slim figure with curly brown hair.
“Excuse me, could I have an Iced Tea Sangria? Tory said she’d cover it.” I said.
“Oh for sure! You’re Phoenix, right?” Monica said, mixing my drink together.
“Yep, Jesse Phoenix, that’s me.” I said, getting used to my new stripper name.
“You’re not gonna burn the place down, are you?” Monica said, serving me my drink.
“I’m still thinking it over.” I said, winking.
Monica threw her head back and laughed. I made small chit chat as the first three customers entered the club. Monica assured me that most of the clients are much more attractive. I sipped my sangria wondering if I was really up for this. I introduced myself to all the bouncers to make sure I could call them by name when needed.
I went to go get changed. My first outfit was a classic sexy nurse uniform. I tied my blonde hair into a bun in a way that I could also let it all fall down with a single pin removed. I covered my nipples in strips of black tape in X shapes.
I had never danced for paying clients before, but I had trained for many hours at a pole dancing studio before taking my plunge. I did a little stretching to make sure I could do the splits in big red pump boots.
After I got changed, I made small talk with some of the other dancers. I met Bambi, a voluptuous black woman with big knockers mounted on her chest. She wore a neon pink bikini. She dyed her hair blonde which was in stark contrast to her ebony skin. Bambi looked like she was born to shake her tits for money. I could learn a lot from her.
“Hey, so what’s with all these rules?” I said.
“Oh, you better like take them super seriously or Tory will go all RAWR on you.” Bambi said.
Bambi made a scary monster face and held up pink nails like claws or something. I shrugged and let the conversation dye. Bambi giggled jovially, but the other girls did not her.
They all went out onto the club floor to start offering customers private dances. I stayed in the make up room nervously awaiting my first dance on stage.
That was when I heard it. A female voice coming from the black door at the bottom of a staircase. I stood at the top of staircase wondering why someone was down there when the boss seemed so insistent about it.
“Hello, can anybody hear me?” A feminine voice said sobbing.
“Heyyyyy, is everything all right?” I said from the top of the stairs, looking at the black door.
“No, I came down here to do some coke, but the door locked behind me. Can you open it for me?” She said.
“Uhm…I’m not supposed to do that. Hold on, I’ll go find Ms. Trance.” I said.
“No! She’ll fire me if she knows I was down here again. I’ll owe you big time, please.” She said, her voice trembling.
“Okay, hold on, but you better share some of that shit with me.” I said, taking steps down the stairs.
“Of course! Thank you! Don’t worry, I got enough for everybody!” The girl’s voice said.
I paused just before I was about to push open the black door. Some instinct warned me this was a bad idea. Her voice changed from pathetic begging to triumphant victory. Something about the way she said “everybody” sounded mischievous.
“You know, actually, I shouldn’t snort up on my first day.” I said.
“Whatever, just open the fucking door!” The girl’s voice hissed.
“Wow, take it easy!” I said.
“I’m sorry, I can’t find the light switch and it’s so dark down here. I’m freaking out. Please open the door. Please.” She said, sounding so terrified.
I just stared at the door confused. She sounded so erratic. I think I should use her as an example of what not to do and quit blow once and for all. She sounded like such a basket case that maybe she should be fired.
“Hey, what are you doing down there?” A male voice said.
I looked up the stairs and saw Eric. He was a bouncer with blond hair and huge muscles. He could have been a Viking warrior in a past life. He crossed his arms and looked at me with disapproval.
“Someone’s stuck in there. I don’t know who they are.” I said.
“I got it. You go back upstairs. You’re up next, newbie.” Eric said.
I went up the stairs and met Eric halfway. He was even more handsome up close. He towered over me by at least 8 inches. He even looked kind of gallant rescuing that crack whore from a dungeon. If we didn’t work together, I’d give him my number.
Eric opened the door and reached his hand in like he was looking for a light switch. It was nothing but darkness in the basement. Yikes, I would have been scared too.
Then something grabbed Eric. It happened so fast I barely saw it. A hand with long black nails closed around his wrist and pulled him inside the basement. Then the black door slammed shut so hard it made the stairs shake.
“ERIC!” I said.
I went back down the stairs and stopped again. I could hear Eric struggling against someone. I wanted to help, but if he couldn’t handle that crazy bitch, what good was I going to do? It got real quiet and I leaned in to listen for any sound.
“Eric, are you okay?” I said, pressing my ear against the door.
“Yeah, stroke that cock. Stroke that fucking cock. Get it nice and hard for me, slave!” The female voice said quietly.
“Yes…Yes…I must obey.” Eric said, grunting.
My jaw dropped. It sounded like they were having a real good time back there. I backed away from the door slowly.
“Oh my…look at the time! I think I’m up. Have fun in there!” I said, laughing nervously.
I went up stairs, heard the DJ call out my name. All the customers gave an enthusiastic applause for the “new girl.” I went up on stage and danced around in my kinky nurse outfit like nothing happened. I didn’t want to snitch on a couple getting down at work. I also didn’t want her directing that anger my way.
I did the routine I practised almost flawlessly except I probably should have thought of a better way to get back on my feet after doing the splits in skank boots. I think the crowd enjoyed the view of my ass in the unusually long amount of time it took to stand up. I took off my nurse top facing away from the crowd. Partly to tease the eventual reveal of my titties. Partly to make sure they all saw the red phoenix tattoo on my back. I wanted them to my name.
I ended my first night with enough money to feel pretty good about myself. I told myself not to worry about the basement. I hadn’t broken the rules, technically. I just watched someone else break the house rules and probably a few universal ones after that.
To this day, I don’t truly know what happened to Eric that night.
Rule #2 – Don’t look at Waldo’s card collection.
I worked at Scarlet Lounge for another month without incident. I was making handfuls of cash every night. It was enough to pursue my own ambitions and still have some left over.
It was just another night when I noticed my fellow dancers giving a client a wide birth. No one approached him. No one tried to sell him a private dance. Monica served him drinks without making eye . He seemed content to sit by himself watching girls dance on stage.
Nothing about him seemed off. If anything, he seemed average to the point of invisibility. Just a skinny little guy with glasses being ignored by the world and ignoring it right back. He wore a white collar shirt with a red sweater vest.
He watched me dance with keen interest though. I was dressed as a Catholic school girl tonight. Once my performance was done, I sought him out since nobody else wanted him and he looked the right blend of wealthy professional and clueless nice guy.
“Hey, baby, mind if I sit here?” I said, touching the chair beside him.
“Yeah, sure.” The skinny man said.
“Hi, I’m Jesse. What’s your name?” I said.
“Oh, I’m Waldo. You’re very pretty.” He said.
“Oh, thank you! Would you like a dance?” I said.
“Yes, please.” Waldo said, looking me up and down.
In my defense, I was still pretty new and had brushed off the first incident with the rules. My laminated card was at the bottom of my purse somewhere, all but forgotten. The name Waldo didn’t ring a bell until it was too late.
I took his hand and led him to an open champagne room for sexy fun times. He also told me up front that he wanted to spend no more than $500 and he handed me the money up front. My eyes lit up as it was most a client had offered me all at once.
I got on his lap and started grinding. I put his face between my tits and started shaking them back and forth. His glasses were lopsided while I brought him up for air. I turned around and sat on his lap and grinded my ass into his loins. I felt his hands massaging my tits and he whispered in my ear.
“Do you do special requests? Like roleplaying and stuff?” Waldo said.
“Welllllll…what did you have in mind?” I said, raising an eyebrow.
Waldo smiled and so did I. If I could milk even more cash out of this guy, I was down to get freaky.
“May I show you something?” Waldo said, holding up a small card.
I felt dizzy the moment I saw the card. It was an anime girl wearing latex. Her cartoon body was draped in a leather harness with long gloves. She was stomping on some poor boy’s hard cock. She was beautiful. I wanted to be just like her. No, I WAS her!
“Well, do you know how to roleplay a dominatrix?” Waldo asked.
“Ha! Who gave you permission to speak, slave?” I said, shoving two fingers into his mouth.
“Mphhh!” Waldo said, putting his card away.
“You know what. I can’t whether I wiped my ass this morning. Be a good boy and clean my tushy!” I said, grinning mischeviously.
I turned around and spread my butt cheeks open. My slave licked my asshole like the degenerate perv that he was. I giggled at how easy it was to control men. I farted in his face while he was down there kissing my ass. My anus was spotless of course, but the slave didn’t need to know that.
“Now sit right there, manservant. Our session has only just begun. Now you shall…” I said.
Waldo held up another card. It was another anime girl that looked eerily like myself. Only this one wore a cute little French made outfit and was holding a wine bottle in one hand and a glass in the other. She looked happy to see whoever she was looking at.
“Master! What can this humble servant do for you?” I said, glowing with bliss.
“Suck my dick.” Waldo said, putting his second card away.
“Oh, yes, Master!” I said.
I got down on my knees and undid his belt buckle. Once his cock sprang free I took a moment to ire it and tell Master how beautiful his manhood was. Then I opened my mouth and started slobbering all over my owner’s cock. He wrapped his hands around the back of his head and relaxed in the private booth getting my best blowjob. I held the tip of his cock against my tongue as he blasted his gooey load into my taste buds.
“Go get your things. You’re coming home with me.” Waldo said.
“Yes, Master!” I said.
I went to the back of the girl’s only area and started throwing things into my bag. My dreams of stockpiling cash went flying out the window. I had a new purpose now. It wouldn’t pay very well, but Master would take care of everything I knew.
“Jesse, look at this.” Tory Trance said.
I turned and looked and saw a small device that pointed a laser at my forehead. I felt a brutal headache that only lasted a second but only made it all the more painful to experience.
“Huh? What? What am I doing?” I said, looking at my bag.
“Did he pay you?” Tory said.
“Who?” I said, rubbing my temples.
“Did you get Waldo’s money?” Tory said, like I was a small child.
“Uhm yeah… Yes. Here.” I said, showing her $500.
“Count yourself lucky, Jesse. Follow the Rules.” Tory said, emphasizing the last word.
The rest of the night was uneventful. Waldo ghosted once he realized Tory was on to him. I found out later that he got past the front door man by using his “fool card” whatever that means.
I almost quit after my run in with Waldo, but the money was too good. I even took a few shifts at other strip clubs to confirm that nowhere else in town had the same wealthy clientele. To be fair, I’ve sucked dick for less money than Waldo paid me. I read the rules again after washing my mouth with Listerine.
Rule #3 – If you sit on a butt plug, leave it in all night
The third rule is a hard one to prepare for. You have to check every chair before you sit down because some little prankster likes to leave out butt plugs pointy side up. Tory says she’s aware of the problem and is trying to find the culprit. Talking to my fellow strippers suggests that the trickster has never been seen. Not even once.
“Hey, handsome, mind if I you?” I said, looking at a young college boy.
“Not at all!” The boy said, holding eye with me.
“Ouch! Son of a bitch!” I yelled, sitting on the barstool beside him.
The college student put his hands up and swore that he never touched me. I just sat there feeling the cold metal inside my rectum. I quickly checked my little card Tory gave me and fumed with silent rage. Monica looked at me with a knowing look and started pouring a shot of whiskey. Not my usual, but free drinks are good drinks.
“You have got to be kidding me.” I said, downing the whiskey in one gulp.
“Are you alright?” Monica said.
“No! Do they really expect me to work like this for…FIVE HOURS!” I said, looking at my phone.
“Ooooo, yeah, that sucks, Jesse. You want another shot?” Monica said.
“So what happens if I—“ I said.
“Don’t.” Monica said, very firmly.
I sunk my head and took the next shot. I forced myself to become okay with the idea of doing nearly an entire shift with my butthole plugged. I looked around wondering who was responsible for this foul deed. The college student looked like he was scared of his own shadow. It probably wasn’t him, but then again, Waldo looked pretty harmless too.
“Are you okay, Ms. Phoenix?” He said.
“Yeah, you still wanna party big boy?” I said, forcing myself to smile.
“Oh yeah, yeah, yeah. Unless you need more time, which I’m totally okay with.” He said.
I grabbed his wrist and led him to the champagne room. I was wearing a pinstripe lawyer outfit with a G-string thong under my skirt. It was going to be very obvious to the customers that I was being extra freaky tonight. Whatever, maybe it will drive up sales.
Walking around with a buttplug isn’t as easy as it sounds. If you clench too hard, you’ll push it out with your muscles. Don’t clench hard enough and maybe your anus swallows the base the next time you sit down. Then somebody has to go fishing for it. Since the rules were clear that it had to stay in and ominous about what would happen if it didn’t, I decided to take the later option.
I heard a group a boys cheering for my client and guessed they were all bros with each other. Once I had my nervous boy in the back, I decided to take advantage of him. I started the lap dance by bending over and twerking my ass for him. I pulled my skirt up slowly while he watched.
“Holy shit!” He said, seeing the toy in my rosebud.
“Help me out, kid. What do you see back there?” I said.
“I see a cute little heart shaped crystal in your booty, Ma’am.” He said.
“Well at least someone has good taste.” I said, forcing a smile.
“Wow, that’s so hot! Can I touch it?” He asked.
I felt my anus start to dilate as he gave it a pull and I had to swat his hand away. I quickly pushed it back up my ass and waved my finger at him like he was a naughty boy. To my own surprise, I was pretty worked up. Feeling that cold metal pear stretching open my ass every time I moved was revving my engine. I could definitely go for some fun after my shift.
When we left the champagne room, my client told his friends about my situation. I smiled and waved like this was all my own idea because what the fuck else was I supposed to do? Seven college boys later, I had a pretty neat stack of cash. I was also even more aroused.
“Alright everyone, put your hands together for the one and only, Jesse Pheonix!!!” The DJ announced.
“Oh great.” I said.
I hiked up my thong hoping the little string would help hold the buttplug in place. My new fan club gave me a roaring applause. The DJ played some sort of bird screeching noise to accompany my ascent to the dais and the chrome pull. The music started playing and off I went doing my thang. I twirled around on the pole for a bit and showed off my athletic ability. Then I went to the edge of the stage turned around and did a drop splits with my ass facing the crowd. I started crawling on my hands and knees back towards the pole.
Everyone knew what was happening now. I never heard so much noise in the Scarlet Lounge. I reached back and pushed the plug in nice and deep. Then I prayed to God that it would stay in for the rest of my act.
I was spinning on the pole when I felt my grip on the plug start to weaken. I dropped a little faster than was safe and felt my butt slam into the stage. I also felt the pointy end of the heart crystal bite into my anus. I’m tough but I’m not that tough. I gave the DJ a look that told him my show was over.
“What an incredible performance from one of our finest talents. That was Jesse Phoenix! the name you dirty dogs!” The DJ said.
The crowd roared with approval. Several men raised their hand trying to get my attention, but I ignored them. I waddled my way to the little girls room to go fishing.
“This fucking place is cursed.” I said taking a seat on one of the toilets.
“Yes.” Tory’s voice said, in the stall beside me.
“Hey Mrs Trance…A little privacy please?” I said, reaching down with my index finger in a hook shape.
“I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” Tory said.
“I’m a big girl, Ma’am.” I said finding the heart base of the buttplug.
“Yeah, and also to remind you to leave it in all night.” Tory said.
“You know what? I’m getting pretty sick of all these rules.” I said, pulling out the chrome piece of metal.
I regretted my defiance immediately. I looked at the buttplug and found myself thinking it was too small. It had stimulated my asshole sure, but it was at best only a warmup compared to what I really wanted. I felt words forming in my head and no force on earth could stop them from reaching my lips.
“Fuck my ass! I need a big juicy cock up my butthole. I’m a dirty little slut! Rearrange my guts with your fucking cock! Paint my fucking rectum with your hot white cum. No lube! Hate Lube! I want to feel your massive pecker rip past my anus and take my tight little ass. I wanna feel every thrust into my fartbox. I’m a nasty whore and I love big dicks stretching open my shithole!” I said, licking the buttplug.
“Jesse! Put. The. Plug. Back.” She said, slowly and loudly.
“You wanna watch your husband fuck my ass, huh? You wanna eat his cum out of my freshly fucked asshole? I can push it out while you swallow my anal creampie!” I said, fingering my anus.
“Jesse, open the door!” Tory said, banging on the front of my stall.
“When was the last time you got fucked in the ass? Do you got a yummy treat for me back there? I bet your cumfarts taste delicious! Come on you dirty MILF whore. Let me taste it. Let me eat your ass!” I said, unlocking the stall door.
Tory opened the door and turned me around until I was bent over the toilet. I felt her steal my butt plug and shove it back up my asshole. Then the deranged ranting in my head went away like a bad case of touretts.
“Wow…uhh sorry boss.” I said, standing up.
“Don’t mention it.” Tory said, giving me a friendly slap on the shoulder.
I went back to work and kept my plug in all night. Plenty of guys wanted a private show with me. The boy I met at the start of this mess offered me $1500 to go home with him. On any other night, I probably would have been tempted. I didn’t dare let any man pull out the plug though. In the heat of the moment, I meant every degrading word that came out of my mouth.
Even when I got home from work, I couldn’t take out the butt plug without coming down with a bad case of anal slut syndrome. I went to sleep with my anus stretched open.
When the sunrise came, I had a fart so loud it woke me up. The plug was gone. It had disappeared with as mysteriously as it had appeared. I looked all around my bedroom and never found it again.
Rule #4 – If you see a Dark Queen in a mirror, stay perfectly still until she goes away.
Of all the rules, number four might be the most bizarre on first reading. You also can’t really avoid mirrors if you’re going to be a stripper at the most lucrative club in Diamond City. You have to look your best. I was getting ready for my performance one night. I was dressed in a dark green dress because it was St. Patrick’s day. I turned my head to hear the DJ call out for the next dancer to get on stage. I did some mental math to estimate how much time I had.
“Mirror mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all?” A woman’s voice said.
I froze and slowly turned my head to look at my makeup mirror. A sinister looking monarch was staring at me. I looked at the mirror refusing to believe someone was using it like a two-way camera.
I sat there, face to face with the woman in the mirror. She had a tiara on her head filled with emerald jewels. They matched her eyes. Her eyes seem to pulse with green energy. She also wore a green dress, and her body was tantalized by wisps of green smoke. Her hair was black as night. There was nothing else in the mirror. Only her and darkness.
I said nothing. The instructions were to just stay still. I had a newfound trust for Tory Trance’s rules now. Sometimes you just shut the fuck up and follow directions.
“Do you think you’re prettier than me?” The woman said.
I shook my head ever so slightly and tried to see if Tory was around with the corners of my eyes.
“Don’t be so modest, girl. I see the way the men look at you.” She said.
I clenched the armrests of my chair. Every fiber of my being told me to run like hell.
“What’s your name child. Tell me your first, your middle, and last name. I bet it’s just as beautiful as you are.” The green woman said.
“Un Un. Nope.” I said, shaking my head.
“I’ll go first. I’m Grimmheart, and you are?” She said.
“Jesse…Jesse Phoenix.” I said, lying.
“Lovely, touch yourself, Jesse Phoenix. Rub your clit for me.” Grimmheart.
I shuddered and felt my hands hike up my dress and show Grimmheart my lady parts. I had to obey her commands. I couldn’t stop myself from doing what she wanted. I think if I had given her my true name, I would have been in a whole lot of trouble.
“I’m working.” I said, politely shaking my head.
“You work for me now, slave. You’re my sapphic little slut. I own you!” Grimmheart said.
“If you want me, come and get me!” I said, baring my teeth
You play the hand your dealt they say. I was born with a 7-2 off suit. I learned from an early age to bluff my ass off when someone tries to put pressure on me. But when the Dark Queen glared at me with glowing emerald eyes, I knew at once I was dealing with an entity that had more than enough chips to call. Her hands reached through the mirror. Black nails sharp as claws reached out to me.
I leaned back as far as I could in my chair without tipping the thing over. It wasn’t just my mirror. Every mirror in the room had identical hands outstretched from a black portal to nowhere. Then I heard a sound of something that really freaked me out.
A cat hissed directly underneath my chair. I trembled wondering what the fuck a cat was doing in the strip club, but I quickly deduced that it didn’t belong to Tory. It was too big, too malevolent, too hungry to be anything of this world. The instructions say don’t run. Now I know why.
“Don’t fight it, Jesse. Surrender to me. Let me take you away from this terrible place. You’ll be happy in my castle. You’ll enjoy being one of my handmaidens, won’t you?” Grimmheart said.
Grimmheart pulled down her elegant dressed and showed me her tits. I wasn’t a lesbian but I knew good tits when I saw them. Grimmheart disappeared in a cloud of green smoke. I thought maybe it was over only to feel a furry tail brush against the back of my calves.
Visions appeared in the mirror. It showed me and other gorgeous girls fawning over Grimmheart. We brushed her hair, kissed her feet, and brought her wine. We lived purely for her pleasure and received pleasure as our payment. She lined us up on a gargantuan bed and licked all our pussies with her expert tongue. Like all the pretty mortals, I screamed in climax and affirmed my undying loyalty to the Dark Queen. There were no men in her castle, but all the doors were guarded by cats as big as hounds. I felt my hand drifting towards my pussy eager to get off to visions of my future.
“No…” I said, pulling away my treacherous hand.
“Do not deny me, slave. I’m your only hope of escape. me before HE comes for you.” Grimmheart said.
“Who?” I said, keeping one eye out for that damned cat.
“You know. Just crawl into the mirror like a good little slut. It’s what you want.” Grimmheart said.
Her beautiful face reappeared in the mirror. All I had to do was lean in for a kiss. I refused to move an inch. I wanted to know who she was warning me about, but I focused on the game. The only way to win was to not play.
Suddenly, the mirror returned to normal. I saw my own face in the mirror again. I looked around the change room. No sign of a demon kitty.
Rule #5 – Don’t accept a free coupon from Bimbo Tech
It was a pretty slow night when the Bimbo Tech guys showed up in their lab coats. I quickly noted the BimboTech logo on their jackets and kept a wary eye on them. I had the rules memorized at this point.
They had a girl with them with huge fake tits and the voluptuous curves to go with it. She had blonde hair down to her ass and a deep bronze tan. Her dress was pink as were her shoes and her purse. When I was dancing on stage, she was eager to put money into my thong. I let her do that. That kind of thing usually makes the boys go wild.
She crawled on stage and lied down on her back with a folded $10 bill in her mouth. I squatted over her face and we pretended to 69 each other. As predicted, once she did a stage dive a bunch of dudes followed her example, giving me all their hard-earned money. Afterwards, I was invited to over to their table for drinks and a make out session with the token girl of their group.
“Hey, take one of these.” A male scientist said.
He held out his hand, offering me a business card. The card was pink with black text. “One free visit at Bimbo Tech Spa.” I politely refused the offer. I didn’t even want to look at it if I could avoid it.
“Thanks, but no thanks.” I said.
“What? Jesse just take it! Who doesn’t want free tits?” The girl said, shaking her giant fun bags.
“You don’t really expect me to believe they gave you free implants, do you?” I said, raising an eyebrow.
“No, it’s all natural, Jesse. It’s the coolest thing ever! Take the coupon.” The girl said.
I looked at the woman in shock. She kept using my name and talking to me like we knew each other. I took a closer look and noticed the familiar eyes. It was maybe the only part of her that was still the same.
“Monica?” I said.
“Duh! Who else would I be, but like call me ‘Foxy’ when I’m working, k?” Monica said.
I stared in disbelief. Monica had always just worked behind her counter serving drinks like a normalish person. These lab geeks had transformed her body and mind. Monica or Foxy I should say was an absolute bimbo slut. I went to tell Tory at once.
“Hey! What did I tell you nerds about poaching my girls?!” Tory screamed, smashing a beer bottle against the bar counter.
The lab coats made a hasty exit before getting shanked by Tory. I was kind of shocked by how she manhandled the boys. I mean, they weren’t big guys, but she tossed the labcoats around like they were children.
Tory and Foxy had a brief conversation and then the boss went to go do paperwork in her private office. Foxy went off to tell the DJ to add her to the schedule. Foxy even had the audacity to ask the backup bartender for a Sex-on-the-Beach before her debut performance.
I realised Foxy was telling the truth about her new ass and tits. They jiggled and bounced with every step and giggle. The blonde vixen was the hottest girl in the club if you get over how stupid she was. Oh, who am I kidding? Customers probably pay extra for that.
“Jesse! Can you do a stage dive while I’m there? It would be like totally juicy!” Foxy said.
“Yeah, sure…I can guess it’s only fair.” I said, shaking my head.
“What?! Why are you all so mad at me? Gosh!” Foxy said.
“You broke the rules, Monica! What were you thinking?” I said.
“I’m sorry! I just wanted…to be like you.” Foxy said, looking away.
I pulled Foxy in for a hug and told her she was already beautiful. She wasn’t really buying it. She also got a little too handsy for my liking. I had to nudge Foxy that she was coming up next.
“Everyone put your hands together for our newest dancer, FOXY!” The DJ said.
Foxy got an enthusiastic reaction from the crowd. I could see in her eyes that it was a little bimbo dream come true for her. Her pole routine was a little sloppy. I winced when she nearly kicked a guy in perv row in the head. Her pink dress was just one big garment, so she robbed herself of the chance to tease by removing articles of clothing one by one. Also, one of the college boys almost left the bar with her dress before Eric caught him.
Despite all that, her first attempt at stripping was off to a great start. About halfway through her act, I went to the side of the stage with some of the money she helped me make. I slid some money down the front of her panties. Foxy turned and bent over slightly, thrusting her new plump butt cheeks out.
“Oh, I think Foxy has been a bad girl, how about you?” The DJ said.
The crowd roared with approval. I thought about it and made an executive decision that Monica did deserve a punishment for allowing those nerds to do their twisted experiments on her. I climbed on stage and raised my hand into the air.
“I’m sure tonight’s dominatrix needs no introduction. Put your hands together for Jesse Phoenix!” The DJ said.
I glared at the crowd like I was pissed off at all of them, which wasn’t hard to do under the circumstances. Then I brought the open palm down on Foxy’s perfectly tanned ass. The DJ was on point and killed the music right on queue. The sound of the SMACK was heard loud and clear by all.
Foxy whimpered and gasped at the impact. I gave her a look that some might have mistaken for contempt. Once Foxy gave me a subtle nod, I slapped that ass again. Rinse and repeat until men stopped throwing their money onto the stage.
“Too easy.” I whispered quietly.
On the ninth smack, Foxy gasped extra loud and her knees started shaking. Then her pussy was gushing. Literally gushing. Her pink panties were soaked through as the tsunami of love hit the stage. The crowd went nuts as the DJ put the music back on.
“What the fuck? Why doesn’t my coochie do that?” I said.
“You should have taken the card, Jesse.” Foxy said, eyes fluttering unfocused.
I didn’t go looking for those geeks to get a card. I did tell my uber driver to take a different route home though. I tilted my head down and looked out the side window of the car to look at Bimbo Tech tower. It was a nice glass tower with pink neon lights proudly announcing its services. I would ask how such a thing was legal, but I’m cynical enough to know the CIA was involved somehow.
Rule #6 – Never take a female client into the 13th Champagne Room.
The sixth rule was easy to follow. It was the second last champagne room at the end of the hallway. It was always blocked off with a red velvet rope. We don’t typically get a lot of female customers anyway. The second to last rule hardly ever came up. Nearly two years at the Scarlet Lounge, and I still don’t know what happens if the rule is broken.
“Everyone, put your hands together for Cherry Poppins” The DJ said.
I watched the new girl take to the stage. She had short red hair and small but perky tits. Her skin was so pale that she pretty much became pink, green, or blue depending on which disco light happened to be focused on her. She looked smart enough that she might actually be telling the truth about stripping to pay for her college tuition. I made sure to point out the bimbo tech guys when I was chatting to her earlier. I didn’t want her to end up like Foxy.
I was chilling at a standing table drinking my winter sangria. I made sure to stick my ass out to entice people to ask me for a trip to the champagne room. I also made sure I clapped the loudest and cheered the loudest whenever Cherry attempted a difficult move on the chrome pole. I was wearing a French maid outfit tonight with fishnet leggings and no skirt to cover my ass.
It’s true what they say. Everything feels normal if you’re exposed to it often enough. I got a little too comfortable working at the Scarlet Lounge. I ignored the sounds in the basement and pretended that Foxy was just one of the girls. I made Waldo give me his cards before giving him lap dances. I also covered for the boss some days, accepting deliveries and g for them.
“Excuse me, I just wanted to say, you’re a great performer.” A female voice said.
I turned and stared at a woman that looked mid-forties. She had some solid MILF energy about her. Good figure, freshly dyed black hair. Excellent bra to her boobs. A single tattoo on her lower back that she probably got before people started calling them tramp stamps.
“Thank you! I’m Jesse Phoenix! what’s your name?” I said to my new best friend.
“Hi Jesse, it’s Danielle. Would you give a dance to me and my husband?” She said, nodding to a man in a corner booth.
“Of course, I’d love to dance for both of you.” I said, taking her hand.
“Would you be willing to do more than dance? We’re trying to spice things up a bit.” Danielle said, nervously playing with her hair.
“Oh, well I have a $1,200 minimum, but I might make an exception just for you.” I said, looking her up and down.
I led the horny married couple to the corridor with all our champagne rooms and then I gritted my teeth when I realized all the rooms were full except one. Foxy was in the first booth with two guys who looked like they just got off work. The next booth had Bambi who could pretty much be Foxy’s ebony twin sister. The college professor was suckling her giant black boobies. Lucy was grinding her white ass into a black client’s lap all while proclaiming herself to be a redneck whore of course. The only booth left was #13. I looked at Danielle and her husband eager to reignite their spark or whatever. Shit.
“Oh, I’m so sorry about this. Why don’t you two go back to your seats. I’ll come get you as soon as we have an opening.” I said.
Then I stood there in the backrooms waiting for a booth to open up. I shook my head in annoyance. I know Tory was talking about opening a second location. Maybe it was time to revisit that conversation. Not that I wanted to get sucked into running my own strip club of course. I reminded myself that this was supposed to be a short-term thing to rebuild my ruined life.
There are lots of mirrors in the champagne rooms. The better for clients to ire us at multiple angles. I looked in a mirror at the phoenix tattoo on my back. I tapped my foot willing my coworkers to hurry the fuck up.
“Hey, Jesse, these guys will pay $4,000 to fuck us both?” Foxy said, squeezing my butt.
I turned around and looked at the two clients in booth #1. They both wore silk shirts with black pants. They had matching pinstripe ties around their necks and silver clips to hold them in place. They both wore Rolexes. I’d wager one was the tech genius and the other was the salesman.
“Well, I have a $10,000 minimum, but I might make an exception for you handsome studs.” I said, in a sultry purr.
“We can afford it, but are you worth it?” The salesman said with a skeptical smirk.
I flexed my pectoral muscles individually. The rich bastard watched my tits jiggle one at a time back and forth. I let my mouth hang open and drool fell onto my left titty.
“Fuck around and find out big boy.” I said, shooting him a playful wink.
I hopped in the booth and took my payment upfront. Foxy wasted no time impaling herself on the geek’s cock. I let the salesman undress me like I was a Christmas present. I ripped open the back of my fishnet leggings to fuck. Once I was naked, I turned around and slowly lowered myself onto his cock. When his cock was two inches away, I reached down and grabbed it. I rubbed the tip against my pussy lips and let groan at the sensation of being teased.
“Mmm, my pussy is so wet, but your huge cock is going change all that.” I said.
I went down further, sinking onto his erection. He sat on the plush bench slowly thrusting his hips. I gyrated my hips in time with him hoping to make him cum quickly. I wondered if I could really rock his world and make him a regular customer. I grabbed his right hand and encouraged him to choke me. I closed my eyes as I started to get excited.
When I opened my eyes, I caught the sight of Cherry Poppins leading an older man down the corridor of the backrooms.
When the salesman’s cock popped out of my pussy, I got on my knees and sucked his cock. Foxy dismounted her client, and we put our buttcheeks side by side so the men could see our freshly fucked holes. We kissed each other while they stroked their deflating cocks.
“Oh shit…” I said, as a awful thought occurred to me.
“Let’s trade places and go again.” The salesman said, grinning.
“I have to go up on stage, baby. I’ll be right back.” I said, giving him a quick kiss and tug.
I quickly put on my maid uniform and speed walked to booth #13. The velvet rope had been removed. When I looked inside, the new girl was eating Danielle’s pussy while her husband fucked her doggystyle. Danielle was arching her back like Cherry’s tongue hit all the right places.
“Cherry Poppins, can I talk to you for a second?” I said.
“I’m a little busy here.” Cherry said.
“Yeah, but this booth is off-limits. Tory gave you a card, right?” I said.
Cherry rolled her eyes dismissively. Then she started shaking her face back and forth across Danielle’s clit. I looked at the velvet rope looped with both ends hanging from a metal ring. Someone installed that for a reason.
“Whatever lady, we paid good money for this experience.” The husband said.
“Look I promise, you can fuck us both if you jest let me find you another booth.” I said, forcing a fake smile.
“Please, go. This is the only way to save my marriage.” Danielle said.
“And here we go.” I said, feeling dread of the unknown.
I turned to leave. If I couldn’t enforce the rule myself, I had to get the boss in here. Or maybe just go take a smoke break until this whole thing blows over. I looked at Cherry Poppins one last time. Not many girls start turning tricks on night one. I told myself she deserved her fate, but then I looked at Danielle. Danielle was watching her husband’s cock disappear in a younger woman’s pussy. Her face was calm. A little too calm.
All three of them wanted me to leave. That much was obvious. I started undressing. Maybe that might make them listen to me. The husband locked eyes on my boobs right away. Danielle’s eyes narrowed on him. Maybe if I play my cards right, I can get her out of this room by other means.
“Would you like to watch me eat your wife’s pussy on stage, baby?” I said, licking my lips.
“Yeah, and then I’ll leave her here where she belongs.” The husband said.
“You said you’d forgive me if I did this for you.” Danielle said, eyes watering up.
“Oh yeah, you’re both turning me on so much!!!” Cherry said, trying to steer this shitshow back on course.
“Well, I better get back to my own clients. Have fun!” I said, giving up.
I’m not a telepath, but I tried really hard to send my thoughts into Cherry’s head that she better start listening to her elders. I knew she wouldn’t though. I almost let the thing in the basement out on my first day. Like me, Cherry probably wrote the card off as some kind of weird hazing ritual.
I looked at Danielle. Her eyes weren’t bloodshot. They were pools of black darkness like a shark’s eyes. Black veins stretched out from the corners of her eyes like some terrible sickness was taking root in the ocular nerve. I had to wonder if she could still see with so much inflammation in there.
“Why don’t you bring your clients back here? I’m sure this loser would like to see his whore wife getting fucked by a REAL men.” Danielle said, in a deeper voice.
“Yes. I want to see that.” The husband said, nodding.
“Oh, I don’t think they would—“ I said.
“Bring them to me!” Danielle said, in a voice that sounded increasingly disturbing.
“I…must…obey.” I said, tilting my head to the side.
I turned around and went back to booth one. I couldn’t explain myself. I just had to get those two boys to Danielle. I would have said anything to complete that objective. I didn’t even notice leaving my uniform with her until it was too late to turn back for it.
“What’s going on?” Foxy said, looking at my naked body.
“Oh, we’re just started with these two. I got something real special for them in the back.” I said, pointing with my thumb.
For their sake, I hope the two boys could see through my obvious lie. I was sure I was only doing the bare minimum to comply with Danielle’s command. Surely it was obvious that I was acting weird.
“I’m ready for round two if you are, bro!” The salesman said.
I gulped as the two guys fist bumped. They didn’t even bother to put their dicks back in their pants. I led them to Danielle while their meat swayed through unzipped crotches. I felt some measure of relief at fulfilling the command I was given.
I came back to find Cherry Poppins sitting beside Danielle pointing and laughing at her husband masturbating. Danielle’s condition was getting worse. Black veins extending from the corners of her mouth now and her nails were turning black too. Her skin was turning pink like she had a full body sunburn.
“Did his cock feel good inside you, slave.” Danielle said.
“No Mistress, I wasn’t even sure he was actually inside me!” Cherry said, snickering.
“I’m so small…” The husband said, playing with himself.
“Wow, what the fuck?” The geeky rich guy said, adjusting his glasses.
“Oh Good, those cocks might actually make me cum, but I doubt it.” Danielle said, eyeing the two men with disdain.
“Okay, I want my money back.” The salesman said, grabbing my wrist hard.
“Just shut up and run.” I said, unable to tear my gaze away from Danielle.
“There they are! Look at those cocks, loser. She already told you what happened, but I bet you want to see what happened too. Isn’t that right you fucking cuck?!” Danielle said.
“Yes…I want to see.” The husband said, staring at the salesman’s cock.
The boys were about to object, but one look from the psycho wife shut them up. I stood aside as they entered the small booth. One took a seat on the bench while Danielle rode his cock. The other boy fucked her asshole. He did it at a weird angle to make sure her husband could see her holes getting fucked by other men.
“You two, stroke that loser’s cock, but not too hard. He doesn’t deserve to cum. Ruin it for him.” Danielle said, looking at me and Cherry.
We looked at each other. I could tell Cherry was just as freaked out as I was. We couldn’t stop our bodies from obeying her commands. I stepped into the booth and closed the curtain behind me. We sat on either side of the husband.
Cherry grabbed the husband’s hands and held them above his head. I stroked his cock with only two fingers. The husband shuddered and gasped as he watched his wife get some double penetration. Cherry spit in his face before saying some really hurtful things in his ear. I laughed like that was the funniest shit I ever heard.
“Say it, loser! Say your wife deserves alpha cock!” Danielle said.
“My wife deserves alpha cock!” He said, shuddering in pleasure.
I pulled my hand away when I sensed he was about to ejaculate. Instead of blowing his load in a satisfying eruption, he sat there trembling as white ooze trickled out of his tip in the underwhelming squirt.
“Lame, that was the worst load I’ve ever seen. No wonder your wife cheats on you!” I said.
“Ha Ha Ha! I can’t believe you’re getting off on this. Are you gay?” Cherry said.
“I bet he can’t wait for clean up duty, can you faggot?” I said, laughing.
“Good job, everyone. Girl’s you’re dismissed. Boys, nothing.” Danielle said.
I felt the puppet master stop pulling my strings and I got the fuck out of there with Cherry Poppins and two tech bros close behind me. I looked back and saw the husband getting on his knees and opening his mouth wide.
“Get the boss, now!” I said.
Cherry ran like the devil’s whip was behind her. I closed the curtain and stood guard to make sure no one else came in here. The boys looked at me with confused looks on their faces and I told them to return to the tables on the main floor. The salesman wanted my phone number, so I grabbed his phone and typed it in.
Tory came back with yellow latex gloves on. She held a crucifix in each hand. She threw one at me which I caught with my face.
“Pick it up and cover me.” Tory said.
Tory threw open the curtain and the smell of piss hit my nostrils. Danielle nails had grown out into long black claws. A pointy black tail was descending from the top of her butt crack. Her eyes were pools of green light. She hissed when she saw two symbols of God Almighty raised against her.
“Release her, abomination! Leave this place!” Tory said.
“Yeah!” I said, trying to help.
“Hypocritical whores, I fear thee not.” Danielle said.
“She is a guest in my home. Get out, treser!” Tory said.
“Never! You! Shove Jesus up your cunt!” Danielle said, looking at me.
I looked at my crucifix and felt a strange urge to masturbate with it. I tightened my grip on the holy symbol until the urge ed. Then two hands shoved me, and I went flying backwards. I fell on my ass.
“Go back to the shadows.” Tory said.
“You first.” Danielle said, smiling fiendishly.
Danielle jumped up onto the ceiling and hung there defying gravity. She grabbed Tory’s long black hair and dragged her off towards the back of the Scarlet Lounge, down the stairs, and into the basement.
I left the back rooms numbly. Most of the customers were standing around the bar ordering drinks from the new bartender. Bambi and Foxy were back there helping to hand out beers. Eric was holding a line at the door while a line up of people asked him why they had to wait. The DJ was playing music unusually loud. No girl was dancing on stage. They all just kind of huddled together like gazelle who knew that lions were too close for comfort.
“Are we closing for the night?” I said, looking around.
“Only if that’s what you want, Phoenix.” One of the bouncers said.
“What?” I said.
“Here, Tory told me to give you this.” Cherry said.
I held out my hand while Cherry gave me a ring of keys. I like to think I’m pretty cool under fire, but my hands started shaking as the reality of the situation really set in.
“No, get the show going once the champagne room is mopped up. Someone needs to cover for me on stage tonight.” I said, gripping the keys.
“What are you going to do?” Foxy said.
“Tory’s been good to us. I’m going down there.” I said.
All the strippers sucked in a breath. The fear of whatever lurks down below was something that nagged at all of them. It scared the shit out of me too, but I wasn’t going to abandon my employer to whatever it had in store for her. Not after all she’s done for me.
I used the keys to take a look inside Tory’s office. It looked more like a janitor’s closet. There was barely enough room for a computer, a filing cabinet, a metal safe, and a tall wooden locker. Some black and white photos of Tory Trance were mounted on the wall. No sign of her husband though.
I looked around and found a few items of interest. On the desk was a flashlight big enough to moonlight as a bat. Some big black boots that looked military grade were under the desk. In the locker was a pillow and some black tactical pants with knee pads built into the fabric. In the safe was money of nearly every currency in existence. On top of it all was a small cross necklace, a big fuck off revolver, and a case of silver bullets. I took everything that looked useful in a fight.
Then I went to the bathroom and emptied my bladder.
I went to the back of the Scarlet Lounge. I went down the staircase. I loaded the revolver. I turned on the flashlight. I took a deep breath, and I opened the black door.
Rule #7 – Don’t sign a contract with Mr. Trance.
I cautiously took my first few steps into the blackness of the basement. The black metal door closed behind me. I checked my pocket to make sure the keys were still there. Then I closed the zipper on said pocket to make sure they would fucking stay there.
I slowly moved the flashlight back and forth across the basement taking in the surroundings. The hallway after the door took a right hand turn before opening up into the basement cellar. It was just as long and narrow as the main floor. I’ve been wondering what if anything was being kept down here.
Turns out the answer was wine. Lots and lots of wine. The entire basement stank of the fruity aroma. Giant wooden barrels were arranged along the walls. No wonder the sangria here tastes so good.
There wasn’t much floor space left after all the casks were installed. The basement was basically one long hallway with mini branches braking off to various sections of booze. Each section of wine was arranged by year and supplier.
I heard footsteps on my left and immediately pointed both light and revolver in that direction. All I saw was a big barrel and a gap between the wall barely large enough for someone to walk through. I eased my hand off the trigger.
The basement was cold. It was snowing outside of course. It wasn’t quite that bad but it was the ideal wine keeping temperature and I could see my own breath in the beam of white my flashlight provided.
“Tory? Can you hear me?” I said, slowly moving deeper.
I heard nothing in response. I felt my hands shaking as the cold got worse. Just holding the mostly metal gun was starting to feel uncomfortable. I heard the sound of flesh slapping against flesh up in the next row of barrels.
I came around the corner of the barrel with my gun raised. I saw a demon masturbating. I literal demoness with pink skin, black horns, and a leather tail. She was bent over fingering her pussy and slapping her own ass. Her head was upside down looking between her legs at me.
“Where is Tory Trance?” I said, centering my gun on her head.
“I’ll tell you after you kiss my ass.” The succubus said.
I looked at her butt and regretted it immediately. She slapped her ass and her cheeks jiggled. I caught a glimpse of her anus as she furiously rubbed her pussy. When she pulled three fingers out of her love tunnel, vertically aligned teeth snapped together over her hole. I pulled the trigger on pure reflex.
The flash of the revolver was painful in the pitch black celler. I closed my eyes and held my breath as a bullet ricochet twice. When I opened my eyes, she was gone. A circle of light fell against the stone wall. Only a single crack in one of the square grey blocks was of any interest.
I whirled around the cellar as I heard feminine laughter echo in the darkness. It was almost spooky enough to send me running back up stairs, but I heard a muffled scream of someone who was gagged. It was at the far end of the basement. I steeled my resolve and got moving.
I kept my gun raised at all times now as I checked every row for trouble. I came upon another succubus creature, only this one had a huge cock where her pussy should have been. The demon slut furiously stroked her giant cock while staring right at me.
“Suck my cock you dirty whore!” She demanded.
I pulled the trigger and was rewarded by cries of pain. She or he or it disappeared, but black blood stained the stone wall where she had been standing. I could hear the sound of bacon sizzling and screeching. She was presumably trying he get the silver bullet out of her body.
“Mmmpphhhh!” I heard Tory’s voice.
“Tory! Where are you!” I said.
At the end of the basement were four bed mattresses, two on each side. They all had red silk sheets. The smell of sex was thick in the air.
My flashlight found Tory on the third bed naked. She had a black ball wedged between her teeth. She was on her back with her legs spread open. She had a vibrator wand duct taped to her inner thigh holding it against her pussy. Her hands and ankles were cuffed in black leather to every corner of the bed.
“Hold on, boss. I got you!” I said.
She shook her head as drool slid down her ball gag. I almost rushed to her before I noticed the ceiling was much higher here than the rest of the cellar. I looked up and my mouth opened in shock.
A huge beast was watching me, waiting for me to attempt to free Tory. It’s glowing green eyes stared at me with keen interest. It didn’t flinch when I pointed the revolver at its black snout. Most of its body was covered by black shadows that stopped the flashlight’s beam dead it its tracks.
“You’re not real.” I said, hopefully sounding confident.
The two succubai laughed at me from the left and right. I whirled in a circle trying to find them before bringing my revolver back to the massive fucking dragon. I told myself this had to be some sort of ruse. There was just no way the basement was big enough to hold a whale sized reptile. I held my ground as it opened its jaws and green flames appeared in its black maw.
“Ohhhhhh fuckity fuck fuck!” I said as fire ed harmlessly over my body.
“You do not belong here. Leave now.” The false dragon said.
“You do not belong up there. Stay out of our shit and we’ll return the favor.” I said.
“Who are you? Who dares to raise their weapon against me?” It said.
It narrowed its eyes. Basketball sized green orbs shrank to merely baseball sized pools of green light. I lowered my gun because my arm was tired and the beast was some trick anyway. The dragon’s mouth opened slightly in what might be considered a grin of amusement.
“I’m Jesse Phoenix. You’re Mr. Trance I assume?” I said.
“Down here, you may call me Dion.” The dragon said.
“Hi Dion, give me my boss back and I’ll be on my way.” I said.
“Your boss is bound to me, and she will stay with me for days at a time if I say so. Isn’t that right, darling?” Dion said.
Tory nodded as the vibrator buzzed at her clit. Her breasts heaved in pleasure as she got closer and closer to climax. Her eyes were pleading with me to just go away and save myself.
“No way, I never agreed to be a part time manager of a strip club. She’s coming with me, now.” I said.
“Right, you agreed to dance naked and make me lots of money. You whore yourself out when you think no one is watching. But I’m always watching, you naughty little slut.” Dion said.
“Call me that again, and I’ll find where you’re hiding and kill you. You don’t know me.” I said, raising the gun again.
The dragon chuckled in laughter. The two demon sluts ed in on the joke. I turned my flashlight to the left to see the Futa-demon fucking the vagina teeth girl doggystyle. Brave girl.
I considered shooting them but decided against it for now. There were less of a threat if I knew where they were.
“Right, you’re not a bad girl. You’re here to save the family business. How’s that working out for you, Jesse?” Dion said.
I shuddered at the shocking amount of personal information this asshole had on me. My parents put the business up for sale weeks ago. They didn’t want my money. Not after they knew where it came from. All this was for nothing.
“Fuck you.” I said, moving to uncuff Tory’s ankles.
No one tried to stop me. Tory looked up at the ceiling. Hopefully she’d scream into her rubber ball if anyone made a move. Her eyes bulged open just as something gently nudged the back of my head. I turned around and pointed my gun at a paper airplane on the floor.
“Really? That’s just childish.” I said.
“Read it, sign it, follow it.” The green eyes said.
I looked back at Tory. She furiously shook her head back and forth. I’m guessing she had personal experience with rule number seven.
“Not a chance.” I said, yanking the duct tape off Tory’s leg, She didn’t flinch.
“Reconsider, it’s not too late. You almost have enough money to start your own business. We both know that. If only someone could help you find the best location and the right people. What better way to prove that they should have listened to you?” Dion said, chuckling.
I thought about that one. I ignored Tory’s mewling as I picked up the paper airplane and read the contract inside. Dion knew me well. My ultimate fantasy was right there in ink with guarantees that I’d have access to all my patron’s resources to build a new life for myself. All I had to do was promise Dion 10% of my profits and be a loving wife that obeys her husband when called upon.
I looked at Tory. She could have walked out of here already, but she was instead fingering herself while looking into the face of Mr. Trance. I would have felt like a moron if everything I’ve ever wanted wasn’t in my hands. I kept reading the contract, wondering how else I might have been tricked.
“You’ll leave me to run my own affairs when were not…together?” I said.
“Of course. I have many wives to attend to me.” Dion said.
“I’m not g this until I see your face.” I said.
The two demon girls laughed as black fog descended from the ceiling and coalesced into the shape of a man. A very handsome man smiled at me. I heard the other three women in the room gasp in adoration of the gorgeous man. He was tall dark and handsome. Just enough stubble on his face to be masculine without being overly hairy. A lean yet defined body with sculpted six pack abs. A rock hard cock that promised hours of pleasure. Glowing green eyes demonstrating his godlike power for all to see.
He had a goblet in one hand and a quill in the other. A succubus took the goblet and went to get him some wine from the cellar. He ed me the quill. I stared at it trying to force myself to think rationally. I read the contract again while everyone else started getting drunk. It looked like his other wives were more than ready to stroke his cock but he brushed them off watching me with his green eyes.
“I’m going to regret this.” I said, g the contract.
“Yes.” Tory said, smiling sadly.
“Get on your knees.” Dion said.
I fell to them at once. I had to obey him. I had to love him too. It was in the contract. That wasn’t going to be hard. I could feel the flood of emotions surging through me. My cynical heart was melting and giving way to an eternal bond. I wanted to make him happy, and I would do anything to please him. Anything at all.
I stared at his cock wanting to worship it with all my heart. He tipped his goblet over and red wine coated his thick hard rod. I licked my lips while it just pointed at my face.
“Do you swear to love and obey your Master?” A succubus said in my right ear.
“I do.” I said, shuddering.
“You may now suck the cock.” The other succubus said in my left ear.
“Mmm…Mphh…mhmm!” I said swallowing Dion’s cock.
I used every trick I learned in the last year to pleasure my patron/husband/Master. I deep throated the shaft. I sucked on his balls. I slapped myself in the face with his cock. I could hear the other three girls hopping into three different beds and enjoying the show.
“Jesse Phoenix. It’s very fitting. You will be reborn in my image when you leave this place.” Dion said.
“Yes, Master!” I said, pumping his cock with both hands.
He grabbed my hair and dragged me towards the last free bed. I laid down on my back and spread my legs. I offered my pussy to him. The contract said all our babies would be raised by him. I wanted to give him his first offspring right away. I hated the old me for being on birth control.
“Play with yourself.” Dion said.
“Yes, Master!” I said, sliding two fingers into my hot needy cunt.
“Tell me what a slut you are.” Dion said.
“Yes, Master. I’m a dirty slut. My body belongs to you, Master! I’m wet and horny for you at all times! I exist to be fucked by your beautiful cock. I want to make all your nastiest fantasies come true, Master! All I want is your delicious cum, Master! Use me, Master! Use me!” I said, rubbing my clit.
Master put a leather collar around my neck. I tilted my head back to make it easier for him to attach a chain leash to my throat. I wanted the whole world to know that I was this man’s property to be used how ever he saw fit.
“You’re mine to command.” Dion said, standing between my legs.
“I’m yours to command.” I said, squirming with anticipation.
“You’re mine to fuck.” Dion said, pushing his cock into my folds.
“I’m yours to fuck.” I said, eyes rolling into the back of my head.
“You’re my slave!” Dion said, tugging my leash.
“I’m your slave!” I said, cumming my brains out.
I’m not sure how long he fucked me. Long enough for me to lose count of my orgasms. The bed was soaked with my love juice and he just kept thrusting. He flipped me over and shoved his cock up my ass just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore. I felt so absolutely full. Pleasure beat pain by two to one, but I knew I was going to be sore tomorrow. I didn’t care in the slightest. My master wanted my ass. I was his obedient slave. I spread my butt cheeks as wide as they would go.
“Your mouth is mine.” Master said.
“My mouth is yours!” I said.
“Your cunt is mine.” Master said.
“My cunt is yours.” I said.
“Your ass is mine.” Master said, thrusting said hole even harder.
“MY ASS IS YOURS!” I said, making a horny mess on the bed sheets.
He kept fucking my asshole to show just how owned it was. He pulled out of my ass and gave my cheeks a good spanking. I felt the leash pull at my neck and rolled over. He started shooting ropes and ropes of cum all over my stomach, all over my tits, all over my face. It was a massive load of cum Master blessed me with. No mortal man could possibly shoot so much baby juice in one go.
He stepped away and Tory started licking my butt grease off his cock. The two demon girls came for me and started licking the cum off with their freakishly long tongues. The one with the cock pointed her pink pleasure rod at my face so I started sucking on that just for the hell of it. I was rewarded with one more juicy load of cum into my whore mouth.
I felt the leash pull at my neck again and jumped out of bed. I crawled on my hands and knees to be at Master’s side. He started walking and I followed him like a good girl. He took me to one of the big barrels of wine. He turned the faucet and red wine started pouring all over the floor.
“Lick it up.” Master said, point at the floor.
I looked down and saw that I was kneeling in a giant pool of alcohol. I obeyed at once licking it up off the stone floor. It was the nectar of the gods. It was so good the other three girls just had to me on the floor. Master held his goblet under the nozzle and drank like a normal person as was his right as our owner.
Rule #8 – Don’t borrow smokes from Jesse Phoenix. Don’t even ask her for a lighter.
I visit the Scarlet Lounge from time to time. Sometimes when my Lord Husband has summoned me. Other times I just want to see the old gang of misfits. I nodded to Eric as he saw me coming. I saw his eyes glaze over as some spell took hold of him.
“How may I serve you, Mistress mine?” Eric said, staring into space.
“At ease, soldier. Stay hard for me.” I said.
“Of course.” Eric said, shuddering.
I spotted Cherry Poppins hanging out in front of the club. She had a long red coat on that no doubt hid a scandalous outfit. She reminded me of Little Red Riding Hood.
“Hey, Jesse, welcome back!” Cherry said, putting her phone away.
“Hey, Cherry, are you behaving yourself?” I said.
“Oh yes, what about you? Didn’t you start your own club or something. How’s business?” Cherry said.
“Oh, it’s doing great. My boys are here to make a delivery actually.” I said, smirking.
I point to the truck carrying loads of wine that two obedient boys were getting ready to take down into the basement. They don’t usually what they see down there…usually.
“Wow, you make wine now? That’s awesome!” Cherry said, pulling a pack of smokes from her coat.
My own personal winery was killing it in fact. All the richest people in Diamond City were giving it rave reviews. It was everything I ever wanted and more. Beautiful fields of grapes growing in the sun, a restaurant for fine dining, and lovely rooms for people to stay the night if they got too drunk. Many becoming loyal regulars after a sinful night at my place.
“Yes, The Sanguine Vinyard is bigger and better than the family inn and breakfast ever was. Talk about adding insult to injury.” I said.
“You’re so lucky.” Cherry said, struggling to light up a cigarette.
“Oh here, allow me!” I said, my eyes twinkling.
Cherry leaned forward holding a cigarette in her mouth. I snapped my fingers and lit it with a tiny green flame. Cherry blinked in confusion as she took her first few puffs.
“How did you do that?” Cherry said, holding her cigarette in one hand.
“Magic, since when do you smoke?” I said, watching the green embers at her death stick.
“You have to smoke to survive this crazy place.” Cherry said, taking one long drag.
I watched as she pursed her lips together and blew out a cloud of green smoke. Then I smiled as her body started to fall under my spell. I wondered if old Tory hadn’t handed out a new set of rules yet, or if Cherry was just really fucking stupid.
“Uhhhh fuck, I’m so hot!” Cherry said, pulling down the zipper of her coat.
I smiled as she revealed her slutty nun outfit for her performance. It was so yummy I just knew I was gonna go gay for her. She kept panting like she was in the desert heat even though the snow was only just starting to melt. She waved her small purse like a fan as she started to sweat. She took another long puff as if that was going to help. It did not.
“What the fuck?!” Cherry said, gasping in heat.
“You ever been fucked behind a dumpster, Cherry?” I said, smiling.
“I need to cool down!” Cherry said.
“Shh come with me, pet.” I said.
I took her hand and led her to the back where the bouncers throw the trash at the end of the night. I put Cherry on her knees and hiked my dress up. She stared at my shaved pussy. She shuddered with relief as I helped her cool off. Then she was worshipping my pussy like a sapphic slut.
“Oh yeah, that’s the spot, Cherry. Drink up!” I said, closing my eyes.
Cherry swallowed my pussy juice like it was as a cold refreshing beer. In truth it was as hot as the rest of me. Her mind was too fucked up to know that though. Master wasn’t kidding about the Phoenix being reborn into one of his creatures.
“Feel better?” I said, helping Cherry stand.
“More! Please give me more! I’m so hot!” Cherry said, sweating profusely.
“I know what will cool you down…” I said, smiling wickedly.
I tilted her head back and aimed my pussy at her face. She gasped like she would gladly receive a golden shower to put the false fire out. Fuck she was so hot. I wanted to fool around with her all night.
“Hey, knock it off you little brat.” Tory said.
I stopped myself just before things got weird. Tory held the crucifix against me, holding it in black winter gloves. I hissed and took a step back. She hissed at me right back. Her fangs were larger than mine by a large margin.
“They were right about you. You are a hypocrite.” I said.