Chapter 7
Carol finished her routine, then picked up her clothes and hurried back through the curtain. Jordan skipped out through the curtain, smiling openly, skipping around the stage and blowing kisses at the audience. She stopped and looked saucily around, swinging her hips from side to side in time to the music.
She turned and wiggled her ass at them, then lifted her skirt briefly and wagged it some more. She jerked it down and half turned, pretending to be shy and hide behind her hands, then she started into her dance.
For several minutes, she peeled off pieces of clothes, starting with her jacket, then her skirt. She danced around in bra and panties for a couple of minutes, then slipped off the bra, danced some more, then got rid of the panties. She kept the shoes and socks on as she wiggled her ass and shook her tits at the audience.
She stood on the edge of the stage, undulating her body, caressing her flesh with her hands, turning and posing to expose her tight firm buttocks and high rounded breasts to all areas of the room. She squatted at the edge of the stage, legs apart as she ran her hands through her hair. Then she turned and got on her knees, spreading her legs further, humping back at the audience.
She rolled over onto her back, straightening her legs and closing them tightly. She raised them straight up, keeping her ankles together, toes pointed, then slowly parted them, letting them straight down to either side, splitting herself so they could all get a good view up her slit.
At the same time she wriggled her upper body on the stage, arching her back and caressing her breasts, bouncing in time to the music. She pulled her legs back then, using the dexterity she'd gained over the past weeks to pull her ankles right up next to her ears.
She rocked back and forth, stroking her buttocks as the audience yelled approval, then unfolded and jumped to her feet to dance around some more. Her routine ended and she picked up her schoolgirl outfit and skipped off behind the curtain to make way for Theresa.
She folded the clothes carefully, then slipped on her G-string and cowboy boots and hurried back into the bar. Just as she walked in though, Phil turned her around and pushed her back, bringing her up the corridor to a small room containing a bed.
"Wait here," he said. "Customer wanes ta fuck you in the asshole!"
"Okay," she gulped.
She sat down and a minute later a big, beefy looking guy walked in, leering at her. She smiled tentatively. He pulled his pants off and climbed onto the bed, pushing her back onto her back as he began to suck and lick at her breasts.
His left hand gripped her hair tightly, forcing her head back as he shifted his lips to her own mouth and jammed his tongue down into it. His other hand moved roughly up and down her body, shoving under the G-string and fingering her pussy slit.
He jerked her G-string off then rolled fully atop her, settling between her legs. He sucked on her breasts again as Jordan moaned and sighed in fake pleasure. Seconds later his cock slid into her cunt and he began to hump against her, using heavy, deep strokes.
He fucked her for about a minute, then withdrew and turned her over onto her belly. He pressed her flat on the bed and pulled her legs tightly together, then pressed his cock against her anal opening. Jordan was a little confused by this since every other time she'd been fucked in the ass the guy had spread her legs. Still, she wasn't going to complain and maybe get beaten or something.
His cock pushed forcefully down into her asshole as he chuckled and slapped at her ass.
"Slut," he sneered. "Bet you love it up the ass, don't ya?"
"Yesss," she gulped. "I love getting ass fucked "
"Whore," he sneered. He slapped her ass again, making her cry out. His knees pressed into the mattress on either side of her hips as he pushed more cock into her asshole.
She tried to adjust her anal muscles, but he wasn't giving her much time. She wished she could open her legs to ease the pressure but he obviously wanted it super-tight. She grunted as he thrust down sharply, ramming several inches into her at once.
"Fuckin' slut," he panted. "Gonna ream you out good!"
He thrust hard and his cock buried itself up her butt-hole. His thighs crushed into her buttocks as he lurched back and forth, sawing his cock inside her. She groaned and panted for breath, trying to sound happy as the big man started to pump his dong up her asshole.
His hands pressed down hard on her shoulders as he rammed forward again and again, spearing her with his hard prong, rutting into her with violent strokes, tearing his cock back only to punch it forward again.
He forced a hand under her chest, mashing and squeezing her right breast, kneading the tightly bunched mounds of flesh as he rodded her anus.
Then he halted briefly, his breathing ragged, his cock buried in her tail-pipe. He lifted a knee and jerked her right leg wide, then lifted the other knee and pulled her other leg wide. He gripped both legs and forced them wide, wide open, then began to hump into her again.
His cock pressed deeper now, and his balls and hips and belly slapped into her asscheeks as he hammered his cock up her anus.
"Like it? Like that, bitch?" he grunted. "Fucking slut!"
His cock pistoned in her rectum as his body slammed into her ass cheeks. She grunted and gasped with the force of the violent sodomy, digging her nails into the palms of her hands and trying to ignore the pain.
Then he splashed foamy white jism up her asshole, gurgling in pleasure as the spunk shot out and her asshole gulped it down. He eased up slowly, then sighed in relief. He gave her ass a final slap before pulling his cock out and cleaning it with paper towels thoughtfully provided.
Then he left without a word. Jordan slowly sat up, rubbing her sore ass. She cleaned herself off, put the G-string back on, and went out into the bar to waitress some more.
She was fucked a couple of more times that afternoon, and that was before the bar really began to pick up after dark.
A couple more girls came to work after seven, though it wasn't an especially big bar. They reason soon became obvious. Even with six girls there were never more than three on the floor because one was on stage and two were in back being fucked.
At one point a large man in a cowboy hat took her back to one of the little rooms.
"So you fuck for money, huh?"
"Yes, sir," she said softly.
"Real little whore, huh?"
She looked down
"Let's see that pussy," he said.
She slipped her G-string off, then, at his bidding, knelt on all fours at the edge of the bed, spreading her legs and sticking her ass out at him.
"Nice little cunt there," he said. "But it's sort of like a slot machine, huh? You gotta feed it to keep playing. See this?"
She turned around to see him with a wad of bills. They were only ones, but there was a lot of them.
"I already paid Phil, but maybe I'll tip you too. Would you like that?"
"Yes, sir," she said.
He took off his pants and underwear and his cock sprang out, long but not especially thick. He put the bills on the bedside table, then lifted one up, crumpled it tightly, and slowly pushed it into her asshole.
At the same time he pressed his cock against her slit and slid it up into her. He started to fuck, in no hurry, slowly pumping his cock in her pussy tunnel. He lifted up another bill, crumpled it into a wad, and shoved it into her asshole with the first.
He lifted another bill, crumpled it into a tight ball, then pushed it into her asshole, chuckling in amusement. He continued to do that, wadding up the dollar bills and pushing them into her asshole as he fucked her.
It was very uncomfortable for Jordan, and after awhile she felt her bulging out with the bills. Every now and then the man pushed his long middle finger into her asshole and shoved the bills deeper. Then he would wad up more bills and shove them inside her.
Wad after wad went into her rectum and were pushed up into her guts until she felt cramps and aches from her bloated ass-pipe. Still he continued to fuck her, and continued to shove and feed the bills into her asshole just like he was feeding quarters into a slot machine.
Finally he came, spitting his sperm into her twat. She groaned in relief, her entire gut crammed with crumpled up bills. He slowed down his pumping, then pulled his cock out.
"Here's one for the road," he panted, showing her a ten.
He wadded it up and shoved it into her slit, then pushed it deep with a finger, and finally stuck his cock back into her to push it all the way up her pussy tunnel. He chuckled again as he pulled his softening prick free and pulled up his pants.
"I hope you got what you wanted, honey," he laughed.
She had a devil of a time getting the wadded up bills out, and had to use a special tool, a gynecological thing that the girls had bought. It was a long narrow thing with a clamp on the end. She needed Carol's help with it and had to bend over again as the other woman shoved it up her ass and fished for bills.
Finally they got most of them and she went back to work. It was very busy in the bar, and she was kept jumping, her ass, pussy, and tits pinched black and blue by the crowd of men.
She was fucked in between every performance, seeming to be a favorite of the men. At least she didn't think any of the other girls were being fucked as much as her. None of the others pushed wadded up bills into her, though now and then that happened out in the bar.
At one point, as she was waiting on a table, one of the men pulled her closer to him and started stroking her ass. She ignored him as she took everyone's order, but then he put his arm around her waist and pulled her right against him. He slipped his other hand under her G-string and pushed a finger up into her cunt, fingering her as the rest of table, which included two women, watched in amusement.
"You got a nice little pussy here, baby," he said, apparently already drunk. "You know how you tip these sluts?" he asked the others at the table. Without waiting for an answer he pulled a twenty dollar bill from his jacket and pushed it under her G-string, then forced it up into her cunt crack.
Jordan gulped and strained against him but didn't actively fight, knowing she wasn't allowed. The people at the table laughed in amusement. Then the guy pulled her down onto her knees and pulled his chair out, turning it to one side. He gripped her hair and undid his pants.
"Give me a little suck, honey," he drawled.
"I... I can't here," she whined, trying to pry her hair out of his fist.
"Sure you can! Ol' Phil's a friend o' mine!"
He took out his cock and pulled her face against it, rubbing it against her lips. Her head was below the level of the table and she couldn't be seen from the bar. So nobody came to help her as the man forced her onto his cock. She began to suck it bobbing her head up and down on the bloated pecker as the man held her head and snickered to his friends.
"You watch you don't get in trouble, Billy-Bob," someone said.
"Ahh, you can do whatever ya' want with these sluts. Nobody's gonna' complain as long as ya' pay."
Jordan sucked hard, slurping and licking at his prick as he kept her hair tightly bunched up in his fist. A few minutes later he came and she swallowed it down. Only then did he let her up and send her off to get their drinks, slapping her ass as she went.
The bar was so busy, the noise and music so loud, and the lights so low, that the only people who had noticed were the ones at that table, and the two beside it. Jordan wasn't sure whether to tell Phil about it. She didn't want him mad at her for sucking the guy, but she didn't want him mad at her for doing it and not getting paid either.
She asked Carol and Carol said to tell Phil. Phil just grunted in response so Jordan figured she hadn't done anything too bad.
She was exhausted by the time the bar closed for the night. She was looking forward to going back to her little room and sleeping for hours, but Phil took her to his place instead, which was right over the bar. He took all his clothes off, revealing a fat belly but very strong muscles and beckoned her over.
She walked to him diffidently, then turned at his order and put her hands behind her back. He produced a pair of handcuffs and locked them around her wrists, then turned her around again and made her kneel.
Without being told, she bent forward and slipped her lips over his hard cockhead, sucking carefully as his big, beefy hands slid through her hair, along her face and down her shoulders and back.
"You were a bad girl today, weren't you, baby?" he sighed. "Suckin' a guy right in my bar, shaking your tits for everyone, fucking people in the back rooms. You're really a little whore, aren't you?"
"Yes, sir," she said, slipping her lips off his pecker long enough to answer.
"Bad girls need to be spanked," he said, pulling her forward off his cock, sliding her over his thighs so she was draped belly down, her ass ready and exposed. She gulped and braced herself, knowing it would be useless to protest or beg.
"Are you a bad girl?" he said, taunting her.
"Yes, sir," she whimpered.
"What?"
"Yes, sir," she said louder.
"I think so too."
His big hand rose and then slapped down hard against her soft buttocks. It made a loud, sharp crack of noise, echoed almost at once by Jordan's cry of pain. She squirmed desperately, unable to keep herself from pulling against him. He raised his hand and another CRACK! of noise rent the air. She cried out again, the pain sharp and burning.
Again and again his big hand lashed down on her bare ass, burning it up with pain and heat. She squirmed and jerked and thrashed wildly, sobbing hysterically as he beat her ass to a red inferno.
However, though the first blows hurt terribly, she found that a throbbing haze of pain formed around her ass cheeks, and after a minute or so of spanking the new blows didn't hurt nearly as much. The sharpness of the bitter pain could not penetrate the waves of heat pulsing from her ass cheeks.
Her screams and cries eased, becoming grunts and whimpers and gasps. She continued to snivel and whimper but as the pain faded to bearable limits she stopped fighting.
Phil abruptly halted, his hand coming down softly and caressing her hot round ass.
"Such a nice little ass," he sighed. "It's gotta be one of the prettiest asses I've ever seen in a long time."
His hand stroked her buttocks, then rubbed lightly up and down between them, sliding down beneath her legs to cup her pussy mound and give it a squeeze. His hand rubbed her cunt pad, the middle fingers pressing up harder against her slit to saw between them and rasp directly against her clitty.
"Nice, soft little ass," he said, rubbing her burning cheeks as he fingered her slit.
Jordan stopped struggling at all, sniveling and sniffing as he rubbed her pussy pad and fingered her clit.
"Are you sorry for being a bad girl?" he asked.
"Yeeeeeeessss," she whimpered.
"That's good."
His hand stroked up her cunt pad and up the crack of her ass, then back down again. His thumb pushed into her slit, easing up into her cunt tube to the hilt. His middle fingers pressed against it as he curled the thumb and pressed it against her pussy wall. He had here clit between his thumb and fingers then, and rolled and squeezed it as he stroked her buttocks.
Dazed, and still sniffling, Jordan still couldn't help but notice the pleasure the movements brought to her overheated body. The pleasure was such a relief after the sharp stinging pain that she sighed gladly.
Her ass was still hot and throbbing, but his fingers were doing wonderful things to her clit bud. She felt her pussy heating up, felt the insides drool with cunt milk, and her ass wiggled on his lap as she moaned in real pleasure.
It had been days since she'd cum on anything but one of the girl's tongues, but she felt a powerful buildup of sexual energy in her loins and knew that she would climax on Phil's fat fingers if he kept up his careful fingering of her clitty.
He did, but his other hand stopped its soft caress of her buttocks and instead began to claw and squeeze her ass flesh. He slapped his hand down hard, squeezing a handful of flesh tightly, then did it again, and again, and again, slapping harder and harder, digging his fingers into her round ass meat as she yelped and whined in pain.
"Dirty little girls need to be punished," he growled, still carefully rubbing and squeezing her clit bud as he slapped and kneaded her buttocks. He lifted her ass up and bit it, chewing on the red flesh as she cried out in shock.
He slid his thumb out of her cunt tube and began to rub his whole hand up and down her cunt pad again. At the same time his other hand stopped its harsh slapping and clawing and resumed the gentle caressing of her back and buttocks. It slid up and down her body, then down along the sides, stroking the sides of her tit mounds.
He pushed the middle fingers of his right hand inward to stroke them along her cunt cleft and rasp across her clitty, and Jordan sighed in relaxation and relief, calming down now. Her cunt heated up again, though it had never really cooled off, and she pushed back against his hand.
He pulled it away suddenly then brought it down sharply, slapping her cunt mound. She was stunned and her eyes bugged out as she gave a strangled cry of shocked pain.
"You're a slutty little girl," he purred. "Slutty little girls need to be disciplined."
Yet he was stroking her cunt mound as he spoke, gently rubbing along the soft flesh even as it sparkled with the tense aftermath of his cruel slap. Jordan gasped for breath and fought off a wave of dizziness before picking up the tangled threads of her aroused pussy once more.
She began to settle down again, and when Phil began to finger-fuck her she felt her juices fairly drooling out of her crack as she humped back against him.
"Ohhhhhhh!" she groaned. "Ohhh! Yeesss!"
Again he slapped her cunt... hard. She was thrown forward in startled pain, opening and closing her mouth like a fish as her mind reeled under the sharp pain. Again he slapped her cunt pad, then again, then again, each time throwing her forward and making her yell in shock and pain.
Then he resumed the careful stroking and squeezing that had risen her almost to the heights of ecstasy already. Her hot, frazzled, moist little buck-box began to throb with pleasure again, quickly throwing off the blows it had received.
Her mind was not so quick. Her thinking processes were scattered and confused and she didn't quite know how to react or respond to anything any more. Her head hung down, her hair blinding her to everything outside the small space of floor below the chair.
Then he slapped her cunt again and again and again, and without a pause resumed squeezing and stroking her clitty and ass cheeks and breasts.
Each time she seemed about to approach a climax, each time the pleasure began to fill her body, each time her mind would begin to anticipate the glorious release, his hand would rip her free with the cruel spanking of her cunt mound, filling the dazed girl's body with pain.
She was in a numbed, pain and pleasure filled stupor, too dazed to think straight, not knowing her name or where she was or what was going on. She was a raw, unthinking animal responding to whatever stimulus her body felt.
Again Phil worked the trembling, whining, murmuring, groaning girl to the very heights of pleasure, only this time he began to rub harder and faster, and Jordan raced into a powerful orgasm that shattered whatever remaining reason she still possessed.
Pleasure tore through her, and she thrashed and jerked with muscular contractions as Phil grinned in smug satisfaction. Then, in the midst of her orgasm, he began spanking her pussy pad harder than ever before. Carefully timed blows cracked down on the soft flesh as Jordan screamed in response.
She felt the pain like a physical blow, yet somehow it didn't obscure the pleasure, the ecstasy that had flooded her. Instead it seemed to prod the pleasure higher, to fling it into a new orbit, pushing up from behind to magnify the sensations coming from her burning loins.
The blasts of pain flung her upwards, exploding one at a time like harsh, blazing eruptions of raging ecstasy. The pleasure was so massive, the sensations so powerful that her body was overwhelmed. She gnashed her teeth in madness, gurgling and shaking as her eyes rolled back in her head and her overheated body was racked with convulsions.
Phil lifted her off his lap, one fist holding her by a thick chunk of golden hair, the other tightly clasping her spasming cunt mound. His fingers dug into her pussy with deliberate force as he shoved her face into the rug and quickly got behind her.
He thrust into her in one fell stroke and locked his fingers into her hips as he began to fuck her as hard and fast and deep as he physically could. His hips slammed violently into her still-red buttocks. His cock skewered her, pistoning furiously in her shaking, spasming fuck tunnel.
Jordan meanwhile, was going insane with pleasure. She was bounced and jerked around within her mind like a puppet on a string, unable to think, to comprehend, what was happening. Her entire body was engulfed in a firestorm that seemed to have no ending, and she was in danger of boiling inside her own skin.
Her super-hard, swollen breasts were crushed into the floor and were being ground back and forth beneath her by Phil's mad rutting strokes. They were rolling like dough beneath a pin, ground and crushed back and forth again and again. Her cunt was a wildfire, a cataclysmic source of violent sexual energy that was tearing through her nervous system like a runaway freight train.
It was too much for her mind, which had been driven to a tiny spark of awareness deep in a corner of her skull, and soon it was too much for her body to stand either. Unable to breathe because her muscles were all locked in place by the crackling surges of sexual electricity, and shattered by the mammoth force of the sensual explosions, she overloaded and burned out, losing consciousness entirely.