Chapter 6
Sandra had been working at the sex club for three months before Jim called her into his office. She wasn't sure what she'd done wrong, but she was nervous about going. Jim had fucked her plenty of times in the past three months, but she'd never been called into that inner office. Sandra understood that in the inner office nothing went on but business.
Jim was working on some papers when she came in. She was dressed in her long gown and she waited until he looked up. He had a worried look.
"Vicky has just called," he said. "She's going to be out sick. She's caught a virus or something."
Vicky was the redhead that Sandra had watched that first night. Sandra knew that Vicky was the special warm-up act, to get the men ready for the things to come later. Sandra also knew that Vicky was the best-looking woman in the club, besides herself.
"I'm sorry to hear that," Sandra said. "I've got to have a warm-up act," Jim said. "Won't any of the other girls do it?" Sandra asked.
"They'd be plenty willing," Jim said. "But none of them are pretty or talented enough. It has to be someone special. Somebody like you."
Sandra was shocked, even though she'd had the feeling that this was coming. She had known that Jim wanted to put her on the stage, but she'd always backed away. Now it was a business concern. The first act was very important.
"I told you before," Sandra said. "I just couldn't do that."
"You've seen the act," Jim pointed out. "You could do it."
"I couldn't take my clothes off in front of all those men," Sandra said. "I've done a lot of things wrong but I just couldn't do that."
"I need you, Sandra," he said. "I need you to do this."
Sandra felt tears stinging in her eyes. She didn't want to turn Jim down. He had been such a friend to her. She had enough money saved so that she could goto college and take a secretary course. She knew she could make good. Jim had been responsible for that. She hated to turn him down, but she just couldn't.
"I'm sorry, Jim," she said.
"Then you're through working for me, bitch," Jim said.
"If that's the way you want it," Sandra answered.
Jim found it hard to believe that Sandra walked out his door. He had waited too long. Sandra was a lot more confident than she'd been when she had first walked into his club.
The little bitch really thought she was going to walk out on him. Jim smiled. He had been nice to her up until now, but now was the time to take the kid gloves off. She had been paid for and now she was going to come through for him.
Jim picked up the phone and spoke into it for a few seconds. There was a line outside at the club where he knew that Alex Canady had been waiting for his call. Alex and Scott were two young men that he kept around the club for insurance. Their official title was bouncer, but they only sometimes handled a drunk. Their real job was to keep the girls in line. Some of them got a little particular about what a client liked sometimes. They might not like having a cock stuffed into their mouth or asshole, and the boys would have to talk to them.
Now they were going to teach Sandra a little lesson.
"Don't mark her up," Jim said. "I want her pretty for the show tonight!"
"Right, boss," Alex said, and put down the phone. He smiled at the younger man who stood beside him. They were both squat and muscular and they looked as tough as they were. "The boss wants us to have a talk with the little blonde cunt." "I've been waiting for this," Scott said. Sandra was just zipping up her skirt when the two men walked into her dressing room. She looked up in surprise. None of the girls ever came into the dressing room, and she was never bothered by anyone but Jim. She didn't know these two men.
She was dressed in her skirt and bra but she didn't try to cover up. The bra was big enough to cover her ample tits.
Something about the two men frightened her.
"What do you want here?" she asked.
"We came to talk to you," Scott said. "About the contract you signed with Jim!"
"I didn't sign any contract," she said.
"Oh, you signed a contract, bitch," Alex told her. "The first dollar you took from him meant you'd signed up with us. Now you're going to earn your money."
Sandra didn't know what these two men were talking about but she knew she was getting more frightened of them by the minute. Both of them had a look she didn't like.
She reached down and picked up her blouse. Scott crossed the room in seconds. He snatched the blouse from her hand and gave a little shove. She went tumbling backwards over a chair. Her skirt flipped up over her creamy thighs and gave the men quite a view. She pulled it down quickly.
"The boss said not to mark her up too bad," Alex said.
"I'm not going to mark her up," Scott said. "The little bitch is going to learn quickly. Aren't you, bitch!"
"Get out of here," she said. "Leave me alone!"
"You're not learning, bitch," Scott said.
Scott picked her up off the floor and then pushed her against the wall. He twisted her arm up behind her and she had never known such pain. She almost blacked out.
He held her firmly with one hand while he peeled her skirt up to her waist with the other. She didn't know what he was doing until she felt the hard flesh of his prick against her inner thighs.
"Please don't do this," Sandra begged. Sandra could never remember being so frightened of a man. Scott seemed to handle her easily, as if she was a small child instead of an adult woman. "Shut up, bitch," Scott said. He held her tightly as he began rubbing his cock up and down the soft creamy flesh between her thighs. She had never been treated like this before. "Remember not to bruise her up," Alex said. "Goddamn it," Scott said. "I'm not going to hurt the bitch. I'm not going to hurt her bad, anyway."
Scott put his arms around her. His hands grasped her tits. She could feel the strong heat of his fingers through the bra material. She tried to twist away but she was held tightly.
"Feel this, bitch," he said, rubbing his cock hard against her. She could even feel his swollen prick getting a little harder and some of his jism leaking out on her thighs. "It's not the first one you've felt. You'd better get used to them, bitch. You'd better get used to them!"
He savagely turned her around and pressed her back against the wall. His mouth covered hers and she felt his tongue brutally thrusting against her lips. She tried to fight it but he kept stabbing his tongue deep into her mouth until she was gasping for breath.
He grabbed her by a handful of her thick hair and he made her go down on her knees in front of him.
"Look at my cock, bitch," Scott said. "Worship it. I'm going to make you suck it and worship it until you learn your place!"
He grabbed the back of her head tightly and forced her face to his swollen cock. Before she had enjoyed sucking cock. But now it was different. Now she was being forced to suck cock, and it somehow seemed repulsive. She felt his prickhead press against her lips and she started trying to turn her head.
"Goddamn it, bitch," Scott said. He grabbed her by the throat and began to squeeze. In seconds she was gasping for breath. He released her and let her breathe and then he started squeezing again.
"You'd better start doing what I fucking say," Scott said. "You'd better do it or you're going to get hurt bad!"
She dimly remembered that Scott had promised not to hurt her, but somehow she believed what he was saying now. He was about to lose his temper and he would hurt her if he did.
She tried to relax as she let her lips touch the end of his cock again. He put his hands back in her hair. She forced herself to open her mouth and cover the head of his cock. He had a much stronger taste than any cock she had ever tasted. She almost gagged on it. She felt Scott pressing a little harder on the back of her head.
"Come on, bitch," he said. "You're mine now. Take it in your mouth all the fucking way. Show me how much you love my cock!"
She kept from gagging as she opened her mouth wider and took his swollen prick all the way into the back of her throat. She felt his slimy cockhead leaking on her tongue and down her throat. Again she almost gagged on it.
"That's the way, bitch," he said. "I knew you could suck cock. Go ahead and chomp on it, cunt!"
He reached behind her back and easily unhooked her bra straps. He jerked her bra away and let her tits bounce free. He moved one hand down to caress her tits as she sucked his cock.
"Now move your head back and forth," he demanded. "That's it, bitch. Let me fuck your sweet mouth like this. You're not a bad cocksucker once you start trying!"
The thickness of his cock filled her mouth. She could feel his cockhead stabbing so deep that it almost felt like he was getting down into her belly. She knew there was no sense in trying to spit his cock out anymore. She kept up the fast back-and-forth pace that he wanted, and all the time she could see the other man standing across the room, rubbing the front of his trousers.
"Use your tongue some more, cunt," he said. "Yeah, that's the way. Now you're using your talent."
He moved both his hands around her tits, rubbing his fingers across her hard nipples. She didn't want to get excited, but somehow his brutal treatment of her was making her excited. She found herself moving her head without his hand to guide her.
"Take it all, cunt," he moaned. "Take every fucking inch of it!"
She could feel it growing and she knew it wouldn't be long before he was shooting his wad into her mouth. She was ashamed of herself because she was enjoying sucking his cock so much, but she couldn't seem to stop excitedly gobbling his prick.
"Look at this cunt, Alex," Scott said. "Look at her sucking on my joint. She knows how to use her tongue. I bet her pussy's getting wet just from sucking on my prick!"
He pushed her away and stood with his hands on his hips. Sandra made no attempt to get up off her knees. She only wanted to do what this man wanted and get it over with. Sandra had never been frightened of anyone in her life, but she was frightened of this man.
"You do a good job, cunt," he said. "Now get off the floor and strip your clothes off. I want to see you naked. I want to see what the fuck you've got!"
She felt like she was burning with fever as she got up off the floor. It took her only a few minutes to finish the job of undressing. She sensed that the two men liked what she had.
Scott put his arms around her and pulled her close. This time she didn't resist as he stabbed his tongue between her lips a couple of times. She felt his hands moving down to stroke her ass. She didn't want to feel anything, but again she felt that hot flesh between her legs. She closed her thighs together but that didn't help. She hoped he didn't put his hands between her legs and feel how hot she was.
"Are you scared of me, cunt?" Scott asked.
"Yes," Sandra answered.
"Then you'd better remember that and do everything I tell you to do. Now I want you to undress me. Treat me good, bitch!"
He almost laughed to see how quickly this cunt tried to undress him. He wished she was a little braver. It was always more fun breaking the stubborn ones. But the resistance had gone out of Sandra quickly.
She went down on her knees again as she pulled off his shoes, trousers and shorts. She was careful with his shorts as she pulled them down over his fat cock.
"Now turn around," he said. "Put your hands against the wall and bend your body so I can fuck your pussy from behind. Just like a dog."
He could tell that he had humiliated her even more and that was what he wanted. He wanted the little big-titted bitch to know her place. She was blushing as she turned around to face the wall. She bent forward in an awkward position. "Move that ass out more," he said. She moved as he wanted until he had her bent almost double in what had to be a very uncomfortable position. He didn't give a goddamn about how comfortable she was. All he was after was to teach her her place.
"That's right, cunt," he said. "That's right where I want you!"
He gave her no warning. He stepped up behind her and thrust his thick cock all the way up into her wet snatch. He felt her cunt walls closing around his cock. He knew he was going to like her tine pussy. She was still young and tight.
"Now you'd better move that sweet ass," he said. "I don't want to fuck no woman who just stays still. I want a little movement. Move, you goddamn cum-sucking whore!"
Sandra was so humiliated. She had never been made to do anything like this before. She fought back the tears as she started moving her ass as he wanted. His cock was deep inside her, so deep that she could feel his cockhead in her belly. She started pulling against the wall and then pushing backwards. This way he didn't have to move and she was riding his cock back and forth. She knew he would like that. He reached around and grabbed her tits and kept his body pressed, tightly against her.
"Yeah, baby," he groaned. "I knew the first time I looked at you that you knew how to fuck. Stick it to me!"
He gripped her tits hard and he began to slam his fat prick into her cunt. He wasn't gentle. He rammed her as hard as he could. She could feel the jarring impact of his balls each time he thrust. There was none of the style of Jim or her stepfather. Scott was simply using her as a man would use a whore. She knew that the only thing he cared about was his own pleasure.
"You know how, baby," he moaned. "You fucking know how. Move that sweet ass. Move it!"
She was getting more and more uncomfortable, but she knew she wouldn't stop until he did. Her fucking movements were laced with fear. She wanted to make Scott happier than she had ever made any man. She wanted Scott content so he would not hurt her.
Scott started fucking her with quick, rabbit strokes. She could feel his swollen cock getting harder and longer and she started feeling some of his dripping cumjuice. She started moving faster. She wanted Scott to come in her cunt.
"I'm almost fucking there, bitch," he groaned. "I'm almost fucking there! Shit, it feels so good. It feels so fucking good. I'm almost fucking there! Oh Jesus, it feels good!"
He rammed her again and she started feeling his wet cum spraying the insides of her cunt. His cum seemed to touch every part of her cunt and wet her creamy thighs.
"You fucking sweet bitch," he said. "You know how to give a fuck to a man!"
She felt Scott's cock slipping out of her and she gave a sigh of relief. She started to raise up but instead she felt other hands on her back forcing her back down. She was back in the same uncomfortable position. She turned her head and saw the other man, Alex, standing behind her with his cock in his hand.
"You're not done yet, bitch," he said. "Oh no," she said. "Not again!" "You tried to walk out on the boss," he said. "You shouldn't have done that. This is a nice way to teach a lesson. We could have broken your arms and legs and ripped up that pretty face!"
Sandra felt a moment of horror. She realized that these men meant exactly what they said. She would have to go along with Jim or all those things would happen to her.
She felt Alex's cock pressing her back and then her legs. Then she felt his cockhead nestled in the juicy plumpness of her pussy. He thrust hard and she felt his cock slide all the way into her cunt. She felt the snug pressure of his balls.
"Shit, this is nice," Alex said. "You've got a nice cunt, baby. Nice and tight!"
Alex started fucking her with a slow, steady pace. He seemed to like the feeling of his cock rubbing against her cuntlips before he thrust.
"Don't take all night," Scott said. "It's getting late."
Alex understood and he began to pound her pussy as hard as he could. It was a shame to waste a good piece of ass like this, but he had to be finished before the evening show started. The idea was to have the little blonde bitch on the stage then.
That was all right. It had been a while and he could already feel the swollen aching in his balls. He increased his pace and he could feel the cum shooting up from his balls and through his cock.
"This is fucking nice," he cried. "Fucking nice. Move that sweet ass, baby. Move that sweet ass! Feel me come. Feel me fucking come!"
He stabbed deep into her pussy hole and his cum started shooting. He relaxed as all of his hot cum was milked from his cock by her moving pussy. She really was tight. It was a damn shame to rush a piece of ass like hers, but he was sure he would get another chance.
He finally pulled his cock out of her pussy and wiped it on her puss,.hairs .
"Now you put on Vicky's outfit,"Alex said softly. "We'll expect you out on the stage in fifteen minutes.'