Chapter 6
She felt slow and awkward at first, and she wasn't wearing the right clothes, at least, not like the girls she'd seen up on the stage. But then she realized that she was wearing the right clothes, for the stripping she knew was not for a stripper but an ordinary woman in ordinary clothes.
She still felt incredibly nervous, performing with all these people watching her in the little room. She began to sway to the music, her face slowly schooling itself to the sexy look she'd perfected in her own mirror. Her eyes half closed as she looked out from beneath her eyelids.
She started sliding her hands up and down her body, swaying from side to side as she followed the tune of the music. She was wearing a jacket, pants, shirt and shoes and socks, a far cry from how the girls on the stage came out.
She swayed from side to side as she turned full circle a couple of times, then her arms went straight up and back as she shrugged the jacket off. It slipped down her arms and fell to the floor. She twirled around, deftly kicking it away from her.
She again ran her hands up her body, slowly, caressingly, the music taking hold of her and making her body move. Her top button was open of course. She deftly popped the second, looking at the manager as her tongue licked slowly across her bottom lip. She turned, her finger popping the third button, then pulling the material apart, revealing the curving cleft of her cleavage.
She popped the fourth and fifth and sixth, down to the waistband of her pants. She turned in place, swaying and undulating her body, pulling the shirt open a few inches, then pulled it up and off, again leaving her hands high above her head and throwing them back, arching her back as she tossed the shirt.
Now in bra and jeans, she kicked her shoes off, put her left leg up on the manager's desk, and slowly caressed it, ending at her ankle. She slowly unrolled the sock, and tossed it into a corner. She backed up, danced some more, then repeated that with her right leg. Her hands popped the catch of her jeans and unzipped them, then she continued to dance, undulating her hips, shaking her ass from side to side and humping in and out. The loose pants slid slowly down over her hips, down her thighs and then down to pool at her ankles.
She jumped up, leaving them behind, and continued to dance, her hands stroking her soft white flesh, sliding across her hips and buttocks and up over the hills of her breasts.
She popped the catch of her bra, and covered her breasts with her forearms as she shrugged out of it and dropped it on the floor. She danced from side to side, her body flushing with excitement and arousal, most of the fear and embarrassment now gone in the lust.
She opened her arms, raising them together high above her head, arching her back as her hips swayed from side to side. Her hands slipped slowly down her body again, down to her hips, then back up to cup her firm round breasts.
"Nice tits." Rob said.
"I seen better." the black woman replied.
Brooke squeezed them both, flicking her tongue out at the manger, then turning to flick it out at Rob, then at Jessie. She bent way over then, spreading her legs so the manager could see her pussy meat through the thin, almost invisible lace panties.
She shook her ass at him, then rose, jerking her chest first left, then right, then left, then raising her arms high above again and jumping around. She slid her hands back down her sides and onto her hips, taking the panties with them as they slipped lower.
Then she was bending forward, touching the floor, absolutely naked as the manager looked into her crotch. She raised, kicking off the panties and continued to hump and bump and grind her way from wall to wall, her torso writhing and swaying, her ass rolling and wagging.
She popped a finger into her mouth, slowly sucking on it, letting it ease out from between her closed lips, then backed against a wall, rolling her head and pushing her crotch out, legs spread. She slid her finger down and ran it up her cunt slit, pressing lightly to bring it between her cuntlips.
The manger looked more than interested, he looked excited, and happy. The bouncer had a bulge in his pants. Two of the women looked impassive, the third, Jessie, grinned smugly.
Brooke turned, and placed her hands flat against the wall, then pushed her ass out, legs apart, as though she were being frisked. She wagged her ass from side to side at them, turning her head around to look teasingly over her shoulder.
"You kin do that on a stage, you got a job, honey." The manager said.
"Got me all hot." Rob grinned.
"Okay, you kin all go." He turned to Brooke.
"My names Sam. Yer name really Chris?" She hesitated.
"If you want yer money on a check, you better gimmie your real name."
"Uh, I hadn't thought about that."
He looked at her shrewdly. "Come here." he said.
She was extremely aware of her own nudity now that she had stopped dancing, but she was also intensely aware of just how incredibly hot she was too. She moved around the desk towards him.
"You're a college girl, ain't you?"
She blinked in surprise and he laughed.
"You think yer the first one that thought stripping would be a good way to put herself through school. Forget it. We've had lots." His eyes slid up and down her nude body and his hand reached forward and fondled her buttocks as she stood beside his chair.
"Hey!" she complained, startled.
"You got a real nice fuckin' body, Chris, or whatever your name is. Yes sir, real nice fuckin' body." His hand slid down beneath her buttocks and cupped her cunt mound squeezing upward, hard. She gasped, grabbing the chair for support, her legs spreading apart. "S... stop!" she panted.
"Thought you looked like you were getting off on it. We get a few of them too." The tips of his fingers pushed up into her cleft, one in particular sliding up inside her cunt chute. She tried to jerk away but her grabbed her wrist in a vice like grip and held her in place, grinning as he rubbed and squeezed at her pussy with his free hand.
She closed her eyes, arching back and swaying slightly as his hand rubbed back and forth over her cunt mound. She was already powerfully aroused and the kneading of his fingers made her overheated cunt sizzle with delight. She pushed her ass back at him, humping down onto his hand and fingers.
He chuckled deep in his throat, rubbing harder, squeezing her roughly, his hand squashing her cunt mound upwards, mashing and crushing her clitty within her own tight pink folds of skin. He shoved his index finger knuckle deep in her slit tube and wiggled it around, prodding from side to side.
The door opened and Jessie came in. She stopped as she saw what was going on, sniffing in disdain.
"Lookit' this hot little slut, Jessie." the manager cackled, pumping his fingers hard.
"I see her."
"Ain't she somethin'?" Jessie merely folded her arms, not looking impressed at all.
Brooke gave a low moan, and began to pump her ass back with short, hurried humps, her back arching even more. Her mind was too overloaded with sexual pleasure to care that she was being watched, or to care what the other woman would think of her after this. Little grunts came from her mouth as she came, shaking and wobbling weakly. Her right hand squeezed her breasts as she came, shaking and quivering madly.
The manager laughed harder, abandoning his grip on her wrist and instead grabbing a thick handful of brown hair, jerking back hard on it to arch her back, jamming her even harder down onto his pumping hand. She yowled and quivered, grunting like a pig as she came and came.
He pulled her down on his lap and kissed her hard, his left supporting her head, twisting it up at him. His right hand continued to pump away at her pussy as she let her legs spread wide and wriggled her ass cheeks down on his lap.
He unzipped his pants and brought his pecker out, then shifted her around, hauling her right leg up and over him so she was straddling his loins, her breasts in his face. He sucked on one, then the other, fondling her ass cheeks with his hands.
He was a big man, and the chair was high. As Brooke sat straddling his body, her legs hung in mid-air on either side of the armless chair, her toes just above the floor.
"Are you gonna be all day with that whore?" Jessie demanded. "I wish!"
"Sheeit."
Brooke was in a high orbit of sexual arou unable to control herself. She bent down a grabbed his cock, pulling it up against her be rubbing it back and forth against her smooth, sil skin. Then he lifted her, pulling her forwards. She held onto the cock, positioning it beneath her as she straddled him, then he slowly eased her down onto it.
"OHhhhhhhhhhhh!' she groaned, as it slid up into her belly. "Tight!" he breathed. "Nice'n tight."
"Slut." Jessie sniffed.
He bucked his ass up, bouncing her and slamming his cock up into her cuntbox. Brooke began to slowly raise and lower her cunt sheath on his thick erection. Sam helped her, his hands cupping and squeezing her buttocks as he pulled her up and down. His mouth was full of her tit meat, his tongue rasping all across the soft skin, paying particular attention to her nipples.
She straightened her legs, bringing her feet down on the floor, then began to use more force and speed to fuck him. He jerked his pants downward, freeing more of his cock as she began to hump up and down on top of him. Soon her ass cheeks were slapping and rubbing against his thighs and their groans rent the air.
"Yes! Yes! Oh Yes! Oh! Oh! Oh! Yes! Yes! OOOooooooooo! OOOOHhhhhhh!" she gasped. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck my cunt! FUuuucckkkk!"
"Take it, bitch. Take my cock! Dirty whore! Slut bitch!" he cursed, lunging upwards, thrusting his cock up into her with powerful bucking humps as she bounced up and down.
She came again, shoving his face into her tits as she mewled and whined and grunted in delight. Her ass cheeks bounced furiously, her cunt rising and falling on his hard gleaming member. Her spasming cunt gulped down wads of cum as Sam blew his cork, his cock spraying white jism up into the college girl's sucking cunt pit.
Then he sighed, lifting her off him as if she weight nothing, dumping her back across the desk. Brooke's eyes fluttered, noting in passing that Rob had joined Jessie in the doorway.
"Mister stud." Jessie taunted.
"Hey, you want some, honey?"
"Yeah, like you could do anything if I did."
"I wouldn't mind some." Rob growled.
"So take it, it's right there waitin' for you." Jessie laughed.
Rob came forward as Brooke staggered to her feet. She pushed past him, her mind starting to clear and guilt and shame beginning to build up.
"I gotta go." she gasped, grabbing for her clothes.
"Give him some pussy." Jessie sneered.
"I... I gotta go." she said again.
Rob's hand slid up and cupped her ass cheeks and she jumped towards the door.
"No! I... I gotta go." she gasped, grabbing her things in a pile, as if they would protect her. She backed away from Rob, who advanced, grinning Jessie closed the door and leaned against it, grinning.
"L... leave me along." Brooke whispered.
"Give ol Robbie a ride." Jessie laughed.
Trying to hang on to what dignity she still possessed, Brooke turned and tried to push past the woman, but Jessie grabbed her by her long hair, twisting it hard. Brooke yelled and dropped her clothes as Jessie forced her head downward.
Jessie pulled her head in between her thighs, and held her there, bent over, her ass pushing up towards Rob. She jerked and whined, but couldn't pull free from between Jessie's thighs. The woman grabbed her arms one by one and then held them together high up behind her back.
"Give it to her, Robbie. Show her how a real man does it."
Brooke whimpered as she felt hands pawing his buttocks. Then her thighs were forced open and a moment later a hard prick stabbed into her pussy She gasped in pain from the hard, forceful penetration, but her cunt was still well lubricated and Rob's prick slid in to the bottom. "Ahhhh." he gasped.
"Pump her! Pump the little bitch!" Jessie sneered.
"Gimmie a minute." Rob sighed. His hands slithered over her buttocks, then gripped her hips and began to hump into her. His strokes were hard and deep, and got harder with each passing second. His pelvis smashed into Brooke's upturned buttocks, knocking the brunette back and forth against Jessie.
Jessie continued to press her thighs tightly against the sides of Brooke's head, laughing in delight as she watched Rob slam his boner into the girl's pussy.
"Like that, college girl?" she sneered. "Bet you don't get that at your snooty school."
"Harder! Fuck the crap out of the little bitch!" Rob pumped harder, his body slamming and pounding against Brooke's ass cheeks as he stabbed his cock into her crotch. He rutted faster and faster, his cock pistoning back and forth inside Brooke's belly.
Brooke gasped and panted, her cunt burning around the blurring cockrod. Her belly churned and whirled with excitement, her fiery cunt tube sending hard, sizzling bolts of powerful ecstatic delight up and down her spine.
She came, jerking and twisting against Jessie, grunting and moaning and shaking violently.
"The little bitch is cumming!" Rob laughed.
"Jesus, what a fuck wad. She's gonna be everyone's cunt, ain't she."
Then Rob came, adding his cum juice to the rest of the syrup slopping about in the pit of Brooke's belly. He sighed in pleasure and pulled his cock out of her dripping cunt box.
"Not bad. Nice n' tight anyway."
Jessie flung Brooke backwards, the brunette landing on her ass on the floor. Then she and Rob left, laughing and joking together.
She returned to her dorm, trying to pretend that nothing strange was happening. She didn't know what had turned her on more, though. The stripping she'd done, or the hard fucking Sam and Rob had given her. She had always avoided any blow to her dignity before, yet what they had done to her had been the height of indignity and she loved it.
Every time she thought about stripping up on the stage in front of a crowd of men her hands shook in fear and anxiety. How could she do such a whorish thing. Only the lowest sluts were strippers.
But hadn't the manager said that some college girls nut themselves through school stripping? So? Obviously they were sluts too. She was in a desperate quandary. The idea of going up on the stage terrified her, but it also turned her crotch into a slimy stewy bubbling cauldron of desperate desire.
She couldn't sleep that night. What if she was no good and they booed? What if someone she knew saw her? What if she couldn't do anything at all, just froze? Her head whirled with the possible disasters long into the night. Robin finally got home from a very late date but she pretended she was asleep.
Robin undressed for bed, then turned off the light and got in naked, as she always did. Brooke admired her smooth white flesh in the moonlight, especially the roundness of those big, fat titties. Her mouth almost watered at the thought of sucking on them. She'd never sucked on anyone's tit, not since she was a baby anyway.
She'd never gotten a chance to even feel the blonde woman's breasts, and would love to get her hands on Robin's. She didn't dare though, so she just pretended she was asleep, her mind gradually going back onto her problem with the stripping.
What brought her out was a sound, a very soft sound. She opened her eyes and gazed across at Robin's bed. Robin's eyes were closed, she could see that, for though her own bed was in shadow, the moonlight was falling directly across Robin's bed.
At first, she thought she'd imagined the sound, but then it came again, came from Robin. It was a soft little sigh of pleasure. Maybe, she thought, Robin was dreaming. Then her eyes caught the movement against the sheets. The back and forth movement of something moving in a repetitive manner. It was right over the small blonde girl's crotch, for Brooke could see the indentations her knees made.
She swallowed in surprise, her own cunt suddenly beginning to steam. She could see that Robin's legs were wide apart, and that bulging hump against the sheets was moving up and down where Robin's cunt was. Robin was jerking off! She watched, transfixed.
Another little sigh escaped Robin's lips, then a groan. The movement intensified, up and down, up and down, up and down against the girl's crotch. Then the blonde hissed and her back arched, shoving her fat titties against the sheet.
She held her arched position for long seconds, then fell back to bed. The rubbing stopped and she gave a sigh of relief. Her eyes opened and Brooke's quickly shut tightly. Her body was electrified by sexual desire and she fought a powerful urge to leap out and jump onto the girl.
But she knew what might happen if she did. She kept quiet and didn't move, save for a gentle pumping of her finger inside her wet cunt slit. She was in shadow after all, and on her side to boot. She knew Robin wouldn't be able to see her.
She watched Robin, fantasizing about sucking her tits, biting her nipples. She thought about tying her to her bed and raping her with a hard dildo, of forcing her to suck her cunt dry.
She pumped harder and harder, then came, gritting her teeth and mashing her face into the pillow to keep from making a sound. Her body shook and trembled with ecstasy as her cunt and belly blasted heat out through her frame.
She clutched her hands together as she looked towards the brightly lit fraternity house. She had almost as many misgivings about this as she did about stripping. Still, she knew very few people on campus, and almost, none outside the legal students and staff.
She doubted whether anyone in this ramshackle place was taking law. They were mostly, from what she'd been able to find out, athletes here on scholarships and such. Most of them were in such difficult classes as physical education or arts.
Few would graduate, so it was reasonably safe, providing they didn't find out who she was. They'd invited hundreds of women, most of them picked out of the student calender and guide book. If she used another name, they'd never bother to check, and likely wouldn't care.
She made her way up the walk, and into the teeth of a howling musical pounding. She'd been hearing it since she got on this block, but now it was really loud. She knocked and rang the bell but nobody answered. Finally she just opened it and walked in.
The place was packed, absolutely jam packed. There must have been a hundred and fifty people in the front room alone. There were a lot of girls here, too. That was both a relief and a disappointment.
She picked up a cup and scooped some punch out of a bowl. She tasted it carefully. It didn't taste like it'd been spiked, but who could tell. She sure wasn't any expert, since she seldom drank. She moved around the room, quickly accepting an eager request to dance.
The night and party wore on and she found herself having a good time, almost forgetting why she'd come here in the first place. She danced with a dozen more guys, though there was one very big blonde named Merle who was from Kansas or somewhere like that and was extremely boisterous.
Merle was a tackle on the football team and had the broadest shoulders she'd ever seen in her life. It was amazing trying to dance with him. She wasn't a small woman but barely came up to his chest as he led her wildly around the floor during the close dances.
He pawed her ass several times in a good natured fashion, and made several obscene jokes and innuendoes, none of it mean spirited. After a couple of hours she found herself kind of woozy. She realized that the punch was spiked, even if it hadn't tasted like it.
That didn't bother her though. She wanted to get a little smashed. She wasn't here to be a good girl after all. She vaguely noticed that many of the party goers were gone, including most of the women. Then she went upstairs to go to bathroom.
On her way out she found Merle waiting for her. He wrapped his big hairy arms around her and kissed her so deeply he almost knocked her off her feet. She gasped happily and laughed when she could finally breath, and before she knew what was happening, Merle had lifted her up in his arms and was carrying her down the hall.
"Where we goin'?" she asked in a slurred voice.
"My place, Chrissie. Don't worry. We're gonna have a ball." He laughed hilariously for some reason, then kicked a door open and carried her inside. The room was kind of empty, the only real furnishings being a few chairs and a big bed in the middle.
"Shitty room." she muttered.
"It's good for fuckin' though." he said, nuzzling hard into her throat. He set he down on the bed and fell on top of her, his hands roaming over her body. She spread her legs as he squeezed her through her jeans.
She was wearing a peasant blouse, and he simply pulled it up and off, leaving her naked from the waist up. She stared down in surprise at naked breasts, then his face covered them. His mouth slurped and sucked while both his hands squeezed and fondled the twin mounds.
She sighed and lay back, letting his big, thick ringers dig into her mammary meat, twisting and squeezing and mashing it around. His weight was heavy on her as he made free with her tits. She lay there half drunk, drinking in the heat coming from her breasts as the big man played with them.
His fingers popped the catch at her jeans and pulled them quickly down, jerking hard and pulling her feet up into the air until they came free. She kicked her tennis shoes off and was completely naked. He growled in anticipation, pulling his T-shirt up and tossing it behind him, then jerking his pants down.
She spread her legs as he moved onto her, holding his erection in his hand. Then he thrust down hard. She grunted as his cock pierced her cleft and drove down into her. He settled fully atop her, almost crushing her beneath his heavy weight. Thankfully, he soon propped his upper body up on his elbows and hands as he began to work his hard meat in and out of her box.
Brooke sighed in pleasure, laying back and enjoying the hard fucking. Her body steamed sensuously, her cunt bubbling around his plunging cock.
Still, something seemed to be missing. She just didn't know what. He kissed her hard, his face almost bruising in its desire. His cock rutted back and forth inside her belly as he almost bounced up and down on top of her. Then she saw a file of men coming into the room and her blood boiled with anticipation and carnal excitement.
She was going to get royally fucked. She groaned loudly as they continued to file in, one after the other. What was her reputation going to be worth after this? A nagging part of her mind was still desperately concerned with maintaining her pride.
"Wait." she gasped, pretending to fight against Merle, weakly pushing at him as if to shove him off. She stared at the grinning newcomers, her face a mask of partly real fear and concern.
Merle grabbed her wrists and pushed them back above her, continuing to stab his loins down into her crotch. Soon her hands were gripped by others, pulled back to opposite corners of the bed so Merle could concentrate on his fucking. He bent and sucked on her nipple, his hands squeezing and kneading her mammary flesh as he pumped his big cock down into her.
Brooke pulled against the hands holding her, but with no real hope, or even desire of success. Her loins were ready to blast a hot steaming trail of cum down her legs. Her excitement at being restrained and ogled by the other men dumped oil on the fires of her cunt box.
Held down and RAPED! Rodded by a score of big, drunken men! Used as a sex toy, prodded and pulled and twisted about! Her mind blazed with exultation and her belly exploded, making her ass buck up and down and her legs flop and jerk and flail about below her.
She grunted and gasped and whined, her body shaking and trembling and rocking in place. The surrounding men, mostly drunk, took her actions as crazed terror, laughing and joking as the girl apparently tried furiously to pull herself away.