Chapter 2
Consuela Cuarto de Encuentro heaved a sigh of exhaustion as she collapsed in the dressing room stool.
Sissy Runner smacked her freshly-painted lips into a piece of toilet tissue and looked over at her fellow stripper.
Consuela looked as if she had been dragged through all seven stages of Dante's Inferno and back again.
Beads of sweat peppered her bronze flesh.
Her tits spilled over her torso, dropping from overexertion.
Shaking those babies in the spotlight did quite a number on them.
Consuela's mascara dribbled under her eyes.
The Festive Red lipstick had disappeared from her lips.
"Rough crowd out there tonight?" Sissy asked.
"Christ!" Consuela muttered. "Ain't never seen so many bastards in the joint as there is tonight! Damn near spit on two ass-holes in the front. Wanting to grab my cunt and shit like that."
Consuela lifted a limp hand towards the bottle of gin on the makeup table.
She was too weak to lift her body from the stool and reach the bottle.
"Jesus, Sissy. Could you hand me the booze? If I don't take a gulp of that shit, I'm gonna pass out before my next shift!"
Sissy handed Consuela the halffull bottle of gin.
Consuela's lips wrapped around the bottle top and guzzled down the cheap booze.
The bottle was almost empty in seconds.
Sissy turned her back and turned her attention to her reflection in the mirror.
She slapped some rough on her cheek bones.
Consuela sighed with relief as her throat and stomach bathed in the glow of the gin.
"Did that coke I gave you do the trick?" Sissy asked, winding mascara around her eyes.
"Sure did," Consuela said. "But I'm shaking so damn much, I need some booze to bring me down."
Sissy jumped at a stern knock on the dressing room door.
'Two minutes and you're on. Sissy," said a gruff voice from the backstage hallway.
"All right, all right!" Sissy groaned. "Them guys can keep their cocks in their shorts for a few more minutes if I'm late."
"Two minutes!" the voice warned, a bit more gruffly.
"Christ!" Sissy muttered, throwing her mascara into her makeup bag and hiking her g-string firmly around her hips. "Ain't no rest for a hard-working girl these days."
She stood up and gave her tits a few preliminary shakes in the mirror.
"Break a tit," Consuela said, a touch of sarcasm in her voice.
Sissy's eyes rolled in the back of her head.
"I just hope that pervert isn't in the club tonight." she said. "I don't wanna disappear into the Bermuda G-string like them other girls last week."
"You ain't joking," Consuela replied, killing off the bottle and tossing it towards an overflowing garbage bag. "I say a prayer every night I step up on that stage."
Sissy snorted.
"Don't you worry your ass about nothing," she said. "That guy don't seem to like nothing but blondes."
She ran her slender fingers through her luxurious blonde locks. "I figger I'm the one that's got to find religion nowadays."
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!!
"Get your ass outa there NOW!" hollered the voice from the hallway.
"JESUS CHRIST!! " Sissy shrieked, staring at her ass in the mirror for a second before she vaulted towards the door.
She wrenched it open and glared at Harry Tudball.
"Jerk!" she hissed with a sneer.
Sissy barely glanced at the new girl standing by his side.
Harry smacked Sissy on the ass as she hastened down the hall towards the stage.
"That's my best girl," Harry grunted to a wide-eyed Kathy Koppelheimer. "Sissy Runner. That's her stage name. Been working with the joint over a year now."
"Gracious!" Kathy gasped. "Her outfit was ... rather revealing! Am I expected to dress up in that vulgar manner?"
Harry guffawed with harsh laughter.
"Whatya think I want ya to wear?" he asked. "A mink wrap and a string of cultured pearls?"
He shook his head silently.
Damn fool girl, he thought to himself. She won't last a week ... if she even gets through tonight in one piece!
A groan came from the open dressing room door.
Kathy peered into the harshly-lit room.
Consuela had dragged her overworked and over-drugged body to the chair before the mirror, wrapped her naked flesh in a threadbare robe and was staring at her scraggly mess of raven hair.
"Who's that?" Kathy whispered.
"That's Consuela de something-or-other-Spanish-crap," Harry replied. "She's between shifts. And I'm gonna put her to work, trying to fit you out in something like that girl you seen running onto the stage."
The color rose in Kathy's peaches and cream complexion.
"Goodness!" she gasped. "I'm glad I shaved my legs this evening!"
Harry shrugged his flabby shoulders.
"Don't really matter," he said. "Some of them guys like a girl with a forest under her armpits."
He spat on the hallway floor.
"Some of them bastards take anything they can get their hands on."
He pushed the dressing room door open wide and ushered Kathy inside.
Consuela looked up from the mirror, ran her eyes over Kathy's figure and groaned.
"Jesus mother-fucking Christ," she wailed. "You want me to train another bitch?"
Kathy was severely taken aback at the stripper's rude manner.
She clutched her breasts through her cashmere sweater and seemed to teeter on the verge of fainting.
"Cut the crap or I dip my hand inta your tips again," Harry snarled.
He shoved Kathy towards the Puerto Rican girl on the chair before the mirror.
"You get her some togs and show her how to shake her ass," Harry said. "She's gonna go on stage after Sissy finishes her piece."
Consuela's dark eyes blazed with hatred.
The hatred soon faded, however, as a sudden wave of exhaustion shook her body.
She slumped her arms over the makeup counter.
"Whatever you say, boss," she sighed. "Ain't got any g-strings left, though. Them damn girls take them with them when they disappear like they been doing."
Kathy noticed a sharp intake of breath from the direction of her obese boss.
She turned and faced him inquiringly.
"Disappearances?" she asked innocently. "What's this all about?! "
She saw Harry glare at Consuela with such bottled violence that the Puerto Rican stripper seemed to shrink into her chair.
"Sorry, boss," she muttered.
She turned to Kathy.
"Don't know what I was talking about, babe." She slid out of the chair and staggered towards Kathy.
The little girl from Idaho was rather alarmed by the stripper's obvious state of exhaustion.
"Lend her one of your g-strings," Harry suggested, a look of warning still lingering in his eyes. "And if there's no tops left, wrap some feathers around her tits. She's gonna bare 'em soon enough."
He turned and waddled out of the dressing room as quickly as his squat legs could carry him.
The door slammed shut violently.
"Goodness gracious me!" Kathy gasped. "What was that all about?"
But Consuela's eyes were veiled with secrecy.
"Nothing. Nothing at all."
Apparently, Harry Tudball's threat had done its job.
Consuela dug into her bag for a spare g-string. "What's your name?" Consuela asked with obvious disinterest.
"Kathy," Kathy beamed.
She put out her hand and received a frilly red g-string instead of a handshake.
"I'm Consuela," Consuela muttered. "You work in a strip joint before?"
Kathy's face turned bright pink.
She shook her head.
"Why, no," she said. "I'm afraid not."
Consuela broke out into a violent stream of angry Spanish.
Kathy backed away in terror, wringing the g-string through her fingers.
"Get outa them clothes and crawl into that g-string," Consuela said. "I'm gonna give you a crash course in shaking your ass and tits."
She glanced down at Kathy's pocket book.
"You bring a tape with music to dance to?" she asked.
Kathy's brow wrinkled.
"Well, no...." she said slowly.
Her eyes suddenly lit up.
"But I do believe I have a tape in my Walkman! It would be perfect to dance to!"
"What you got?" Consuela asked. "Madonna? Prince? Tina Turner?"
"Why ... er ... no. But it does contain some marvelous John Denver and Anne Murray selections!" Kathy beamed proudly.
The violent stream of Spanish erupted anew.
Kathy looked self-consciously between her legs.
She had stripped herself of her clothes and undies.
She had slid the frilly red g-string up her shapely thighs and wound it around her waist.
Tufts of light pubic hair poked out of both sides, no matter how much she tried to shove into the tiny triangle of lace.
She blushed at the sight of her pussy crack blatantly visible in the flimsy fabric.
Kathy thought the g-string incredibly vulgar.
But she supposed that was the point of the outfit.
Consuela had attached pasties to her nipples.
Big black stars graced the tips of Kathy's massive breasts.
The slopes of her tits were peppered with goose bumps.
Her nipples ached under the black stars.
Consuela handed her a stole of limp black feathers and instructed Kathy to drap it around her shoulders.
"Hide them stars with the feathers," the Puerto Rican said. "The bastards will think you got nothing on underneath."
"Won't they be disappointed when I take off the stole and they see the stars instead of my ... er ... nipples?" Kathy inquired.
"Don't matter," Consuela said. "'Coz then you're gonna rip them big black stars off your nipples and shake your bare tits in their faces."
Kathy's eyes grew wide with horror.
"Gracious!" she gasped.
She stared down between her legs.
"And ... and ... my ... er ... private area?"
"You gonna slide that g-string down to your ankles and show them your cunt, too," Consuela said.
Kathy's mouth broke into a horrified pout as tears welled in her eyes.
"Then, you gonna turn around and shove you ass in those bastard's faces. You gonna spread your ass-cheeks and show them your butt crack. You gonna turn around again, grab your cunt lips and let them stare at that juicy pussy meat of yours."
"NO! NO!! " Kathy sobbed, tears of hysterical grief streaming down her face. "This is horrid! Simply horrid!! "
Her body trembled uncontrollably.
Consuela sneered as she placed her hands on her hips and stared the shuddering girl up and down.
She knew just how to deal with these hysterical cases.
SMACK!!
"Shut up, bitch!"
Kathy yelped as her head smacked against the wall of the dressing room.
"You wanna work or not?! " Consuela seethed. "I ain't gonna waste my time on a stupid cunt that don't do what I say."
Kathy sobered immediately.
The hunger pangs in her stomach were more intense than her pride at the moment.
She nodded her head quietly, drying her tears.
"I ... I'm sorry...." she moaned.
Kathy squealed as the door suddenly flew open.
Consuela's head shot around and glared angrily.
Her anger quickly changed to fear.
"What you doing in here?! " she demanded of the two Puerto Rican youths that barged into the dressing room. "Who let you back here?! "
Julio snickered as he waved his switchblade in the stripper's face.
"Nobody let us back here," he said.
Juan nudged his buddy and pointed into the corner towards the cringing Kathy Koppelheimer.
"Lookee here," Juan said. "We got ourselves two for the price of one!"
He reached into his pocket and flicked out a switchblade of his own.
"So much for worrying who gets a piece of snatch first," Julio grinned. "I get the Puerto Rican slut."
Juan patted his bulging crotch hungrily.
"My cock sure does enjoy a piece of white twat!" he said with a lewd glare in Kathy's direction.
Kathy whimpered with terror.
Consuela sighed and snapped, "Shut your trap, Kathy. Shit like this happens all the time. We gotta let these ass-holes fuck us, or they're gonna slit our throat."
"Bbut...." Kathy gasped. "This is unlawful!
They're going to rape us! Surely we have rights as-"
SMACK!!
Kathy groaned as her head smacked against the wall once again. Her mind reeled.
She was dimly aware of Juan telling her to shut her mouth.
He slid the cold point of the switchblade under her throat and glared down at her, his brown eyes smoldering with lust.
"I can't wait to slide my cock up your white cunt, bitch!" he said with a sneer.
Consuela wailed as Julio grabbed her wrists and pressed her against the wall.
"We gotta make this quick," Julio hissed to his buddy. "That ugly whore on the stage is almost through with her shift. She gonna be back in here in fifteen minutes or so."
Juan licked his lips and stared hungrily between Kathy's legs.
"Only gonna take me fifteen minutes of pumping to this pink pussy meat to make me shoot my wad," he moaned.
Kathy whimpered with fear as the Puerto Rican youth grabbed the feather stole and stripped it from her shoulders.
Kathy moaned with grief as he pulled the black pasties from her tits.
Juan moaned with horny heat as he stared at the pancake-sized nipples that appeared inches before his face.
"Mmmmm! Mighty line nipples!" Juan grunted.
Sure that Kathy wouldn't reject his advances any more, he threw his switchblade to the floor and backed Kathy into the corner.
The blonde-haired beauty sobbed and moaned as Juan's big fingers dug into the flesh of her tits.
He ground his crotch into her g-string.
Kathy's lips trembled and her eyes clamped shut as she felt the youth's stiff member press against the delicate lips of her twat.
Juan's fingers ran up and down the slopes of her tits.
His fingers pressed together as they approached her nippies.
Kathy winced as Juan pinched her nipples as tightly as he could.
Spasms of agony shot through the sensitive flesh of her titties.
Juan parted his full-bodied lips.
His tongue wriggled out of his mouth.
Kathy gulped as she felt his tongue slid between her teeth.
She sensed it would be madness to bite that tongue.
She accepted it into the moist cavern of her mouth.
Juan's tongue wriggled back and forth inside Kathy's mouth, inching closer and closer to her tonsils.
Kathy gagged as Juan's tongue shot down her throat.
Her gurgles of agony rose into the air.
Juan's fingers slid from her nipples.
Kathy wriggled her almost-naked body into the corner as she felt those fingers explore her maidenly delights.
Juan rammed his crotch between her legs as his hands traveled up and down her trim torso. His fingers were big and strong. His palms were sweaty.
The cunt-hungry young slid his hands between Kathy's legs.
Kathy's body shuddered as Juan grabbed himself a generous sample of hot pussy meat.
He slid his lingers under the frilly red g-string.
Kathy gasped as she felt the tips of his fingers slid up and down over her pussy lips.
She wriggled her ass into the corner. But there was only so much of her body she could slide into the safety of the corner.
Juan's fingers slid over her clitoris.
That tiny pole of lust throbbed under the fabric of the g-string.
Electric bolts of lust suddenly shot through Kathy's young body as Juan whip the tip of his index finger back and forth over her clitoris.
Kathy felt her pussy juices bubbling up in her womb.
She was terrified at the prospect of being raped by this brutal Puerto Rican pervert who had burst into the dressing room.
But no force on earth could force her to deny the waves of ecstasy that were beginning to shoot through her loins.
Juan felt Kathy's body shudder under his expert touch.
He felt her nipples grow hot and erect.
He felt her tits press against the massive plains of his well-defined pectoral muscles.
He felt Kathy's mouth accept his tongue with more eagerness than before.
He felt her wrap her lips around his slick tongue and slurp it hungrily down her throat.
Juan's cock twitched with delight as he smiled smugly to himself.
Once these bitches were prisoners under his expert touch, they soon learned to love the act of rape.
His fingers slid quickly out of Kathy's g-string.
A bit too quickly.
The flimsy cord around her waist snapped in two and the frilly red g-string slid down her thighs.
Juan's tongue slid out of Kathy's gasping mouth.
He stared down at the exposed twat, a horny grin spreading across his lips.
Kathy's young twat lips poked out of the thicket of kinky pubes that graced the flesh of her pelvis
They were dripping with cunt juices.
Kathy's twat erupted with a fresh stream of love liquid.
Hot streams of pussy juice traveled up her tunnel Of lust.
Her cunt walls were slick with cunt liquid.
Tiny droplets of love juice oozed out of her twat lips and glistened on the trembling flaps.
Her pubic hair was drenched with horny heat.
She threw her arms around Juan's broad shoulders and slid her hips up to his crotch.
"Fuck me! Fuck me quick'" she begged with hungry desperation.
Juan sneered at her.
His hand Hew back in the air.
Kathy's eyes widened as she saw the sweaty palm sweep through the air towards her dainty face.
SMACK"
Kathy's skull cracked against the wall. "Let's not forget who's raping who here," Juan growled.
As Kathy's body straddled against the wall in a daze, Juan reached down to the zipper of his jeans. ZZIIIPPP!!
The horny Puerto Rican hunk tugged his fly open. His hand darted in and grappled his throbbing cock.
Juan tugged his cock out of his jeans and thrust his hips forward.
Kathy gasped as she felt the thick slab of fuck meat slide up her thighs.
Juan grabbed her wrists and threw them against the wall.
Kathy winced as his fingers pinched the flesh of her wrists.
Juan's tongue slid back into her mouth as he pressed his sweaty body against her own.
Kathy felt the kid's cockhead inch closer and closer to her dripping twat.
Her nipples danced with terror and delight atop her breasts.
Her tits were squashed under the weight of the Puerto Rican's brawny body.
Juan's legs shot out and spread Kathy's thighs wide.
His cockhead slid through her sweat-drenched pubes.
Kathy's mind reeled as the fist-sized cockhead pressed against her twat lips.
She felt the mushroom-shaped knob stretch her cunt lips.
Juan took a deep breath.
WHAM!!
Kathy's eyes bulged in their sockets as her cunt was suddenly stuffed chock full of pulsating cock-meat.
Juan's cock shot down her fuck canal.
Kathy's tight twat stretch to allow the amazing girth of the Puerto Rican prick deep into her womb.
Juan grunted as he buried his cock up to the hilt in Kathy's cock.
He held her naked body tight against the wall.
His fingers dug into her wrists.
His balls smacked against her pelvis.
Juan began to fuck the shit out of Kathy Koppelheimer.