The music was soft and sensuous as Donna Joe danced on a table in the middle of dozens of leering faces. She wore a skimpy blue halter, a pair of briefs and black high-heeled shoes with straps that wrapped around her lower leg. In one corner of the room there was a floodlight that made her body shine with dozens of different colors.
She could still hear Bo's voice ringing in her thoughts. "Baby, I can't put you downstairs. The police would have me locked up in a week. But I've got another place for you, kind of a private party with gentlemen."
This was why she was dancing on a table in the midst of men who wore business suits and seemed to be rich. They stared at her as if she were a piece of merchandise ready to be lifted off of the store counter.
The beat of the music grew faster, and she could feel it coursing through her, turning her into the wild, savage creature that these men had paid to see.
She felt no shame. The past few days had cured her of every feeling of shame. She had been drugged by pure pleasure, and would be willing to do anything as long as she felt that pleasure.
She felt a man's hand touch her legs and looked down. One of the grinning business-types had moved close to the table and started to feel her leg. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Tank move toward the main [missing text]. He was very confident as he moved the drunk away and back to his own table. He did it so quickly that few people noticed.
It went on like that for quite a while. She had no idea of how long she'd been dancing when she felt a tap on her shoulder. A gorgeous redhead stepped up on the table and gave her a sympathetic look.
"You've been up here long enough, honey," she said. "Take a break."
She gave the redhead a look of gratitude as she stepped down from the table and fought her way through a jungle of hands to make her way back to her dressing room. She hadn't realized how tiring dancing could be. Every muscle in her body felt tired. She wanted a cool shower and a nap.
Instead, she found a man waiting for her. He was the same one that Tank had led away from her table a few minutes before.
"What are you doing here?" she asked.
The man didn't answer, he just looked her up and down with leering eyes.
"What are you doing here?" she repeated.
"I thought I'd sample some of that stuff you were showing off out there," he said.
"You thought you'd what?" Donna Joe asked him. She was shocked. "You get out of my room before I call for Tank again."
"Go ahead," the man said. "That's how I got in here. You've been bought and paid for."
She didn't believe it. She couldn't believe it. Bo wouldn't have allowed Tank to sell her like some kind of whore!
Then she knew it was true. That was exactly what Bo would do. She was simply merchandise, here to be sold when someone wanted to buy – and this man was hot for her.
"Now you be nice," he said. "I paid two hundred dollars for you, and I know you're going to be worth it. I never paid that much for a woman before."
"You get out of my room," she said.
He tried to grab her but she pushed him away. She screamed and starting hitting him, then heard the door open and saw Tank standing there. He had an ugly look on his face as he walked toward her.
She couldn't hit Tank. She was afraid of him. She put her hands to her sides and felt her whole body trembling.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"I don't want that man in my room."
She never even saw his fist, but she felt it. The blow smashed the side of her head and sent her spinning into the wall. She tasted the blood on the inside of her mouth.
Tank looked bored. "She'll do what you want her to now," he said softly. "Anything you want."
"Hot damn!" the man said.
Tank walked out of the room, softly closing the door behind him. He wasn't worried about Donna Joe – she would do as the man wanted. He was sure of her.
He was right as she was very afraid of Tank. She turned her attention back to the man.
"What do you want me to do?" she asked, a resigned look in her eyes.
"Now you're acting nice," he said. He took a seat in one of the dressing room chairs. "First I want you to dance for me, sugar, just like outside except I want you to take your clothes off."
There was no music but she knew he wasn't concerned about that. He only wanted to see her lush body. She began to sway, and at the same time reached behind her back and unhooked her halter top. She held it to her tits for a few moments before she slowly let it fall away from her twin peaks.
"Jesus," she man said. "My wife sure doesn't have a set like that! Jesus!"
She kept swaying as she slipped out of the panties. He took a long, hungry look at the thick patch between her legs and rubbed his crotch.
"No, baby," he said quickly. "Don't take your shoes off. I like to see a cunt wearing high-heels. It kind of makes my blood boil!"
She nodded and kept the shoes on as she danced for him. He didn't seem to tire of watching her move around the room. She heard the sound of his zipper and looked up in surprise. He had fished his big cock out of his trousers and held it tightly while his eyes watched her.
"Keep dancing, baby," he said.
He was a strange one. He seemed content to beat his own cock while he watched her move. She was tired and wished this was done. She wished she could just tell him to leave, but knew she couldn't. She was too afraid of Tank.
"Yeah, baby," he groaned. "Yeah. Now you come over here."
She went to him and he put his hands on her tits.
God, she moaned to herself, don't let it happen – don't let me feel anything! She could already feel the tight little shivers at the back of her neck and knew it was happening again. It happened whenever a man touched her.
"You feel real nice," he said. "I like touching your titties. You feel real nice!"
He moved his hands over her tits and down to her belly. She had to split her legs as she felt one hand on her cunt. His fingers wiggled between her legs and she shivered.
"You like that, don't you?" he asked. "You like having my fingers in your cunt."
"Yes," she admitted. "I like that."
He savagely crammed another finger into her cunt. She did like it! She liked the way his fingers moved around the inside of her cunt. She liked the way he made her wet and feel kind of weak all over.
"Sit on my prick, baby," he told her. "Sit on my Goddamn hard prick!"
She moved forward and sat on his lap. His cock easily slipped into her tight-fitting cunt as if it had been made to fit.
"Just sit still for a moment, sugar," he told her. "Just give me a chance to feel your hot twat."
She remained still but it was hard. Sitting in his lap excited her. Damn it, she was tired and was supposed to be able to control the feelings in her body, but she couldn't. There was something so wonderful about a man's cock, any man's cock.
"Now bounce a little," he told her. "Bounce while I give your sweet titties a good tonguing."
"Oh God," she groaned.
She started to bounce up and down while his hands stroked her back and ass. His mouth closed over one of her sensitive big nipples. She felt him suck her nipple between his teeth and use his tongue against the ridge. It made her go crazy, and she bounced a little faster.
"You little whore," he grunted. "You know your business. You sure earn your money!"
She didn't like to think of herself as earning money for sex, but that was what she was doing. She was a whore. He had the right to call her anything he pleased.
"Oh Jesus," she groaned. "What's happening to me?"
She was getting wetter, and his cock slid into her a little easier. Little ripples of pleasure pulsed through her body. She felt his prick push deeper into her belly each time he thrust upward off the chair.
"Jesus," he groaned. "Jesus, you sweet bitch. I can feel my balls hurting!"
"Let me feel," she whispered. She reached behind and underneath her ass and found his heavy balls. She caressed them with her silky-feeling fingertips and felt him thrust harder into her cunt.
"Ummmm," she moaned. "You are hot and hard!"
"You'd better fucking believe it, cunt," he groaned.
She could feel his cock swell in her cunt and knew he wasn't going to last long. She fingered his balls as he came up off the chair and pushed his cock into her pussy a little harder. She felt the hot spurt of his jism.
"Shit, baby," he groaned. "Shit, I'm going to fill up your cunt! I'm going to fill your cunt! OH SHIIIIT!"
She shivered as his hot spurts of jism poured into her equally hot cunt. She ground herself down on his hot prick until she was sure she had drained every drop. She felt very tired now. She slipped off of his lap as she felt him squeeze her tits with one last surge of lust.
"Did I do all right?" she asked him. "Was I worth the money you paid?"
"You were worth every cent, sugar," he said, with a grin.
"I'm glad you're satisfied," Donna Joe said.
She didn't even wait for the man to leave, and quickly went into the bathroom. She turned the water on as hot as she could get it and stepped inside. She felt tired and dirty. Yes, she had enjoyed it, but she shuddered when she thought of being paid for like merchandise. It made her feel cheap. She liked fucking, but only fucking for fun. She didn't want to think of herself as a whore, and the thought of Bo getting money bothered her.
She heard her door open and sighed. Who the hell was it this time? Maybe some other man that Bo had decided to send to her? This was getting crazy. She couldn't dance all night and fuck too. She had to rest sometime!
She was angry as she turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. She was ready to cuss somebody out, even if it was Tank. She was taken by surprise when she saw the stunning redhead. The one who had taken her place on the dance table.
"Ummmm," the redhead said. "I knew you were nice-looking, but you're better than I expected."
She looked at Donna Joe.
For some reason it made Donna Joe nervous to have the redhead look at her while naked. Donna Joe often had dozens of men watching her, but it was strange when the redhead looked in exactly the same way.
"You don't know me," the redhead said. "My name's Ellen Thomas. I work here too."
Donna Joe picked up a towel and wrapped it around herself. She nodded as she pushed her way past the redhead into the dressing room. Ellen followed her.
"I just came in to tell you that you're off for the rest of the evening. Bo thinks you've earned your money."
"That's sweet of him," Donna Joe said sarcastically.
"Hey." Ellen put a comforting hand on Donna Joe's bare shoulder. "Don't take it so hard. Sometimes you have to put out a little to keep the clients happy."
"I'm not a whore," Donna Joe said.
"Shit," Ellen said. "We're all whores, honey. Some of us do it for marriage, for love or for money, but it all amounts to the same thing. We're all whores."
Donna Joe felt a little nervous about being even half-naked in front of the redhead. She shouldn't have, as the redhead was nearly as naked.
The redhead was gorgeous. She looked as though she had been around for a while. Her tits were smaller than Donna Joe's, but they were higher and more pointed. Her stomach was flat and her panties were even smaller than Donna Joe's.
Donna Joe found herself admiring the redhead's lush body.
"I don't believe that," Donna Joe said. "Not really."
"You just haven't been around long enough, sugar. You'll learn. You'll really learn if you stay around here."
There was something friendly about the redhead, and Donna Joe felt herself relax a little. She sat down on the couch and crossed her legs.
"You look tired," the redhead said sympathetically.
"I feel like I've been run over by a big truck," Donna Joe agreed.
"I know just what will help you," Ellen said. She left the room and was gone for a few minutes, but then returned with two full glasses of a clear liquid that had fruit floating on top.
"This will make you feel much better," Ellen said.
"What is it?" Donna Joe asked.
"It's my own invention. Try it. I know you'll love it. It's just the thing for a tired body."
Donna Joe took the drink. She sipped it and found that it wasn't anything like she'd expected. The drink was sweet-tasting and very delicious. She could feel the alcohol warming her body.
"Ummm," she said. "That is kind of nice." "I know something else that is nice," the redhead said. "A nice rubbing wouldn't do you any harm. It keeps the muscles from cramping up."
"I don't know about that," she said.
"Come on, hon," Ellen said. "It'll help you loosen [missing text]."
Donna Joe reluctantly agreed. She wasn't sure what the redhead had in mind, but she was sure that a massage would feel nice. She stretched out on her stomach on the couch. Ellen sat beside her and Donna Joe felt Ellen's warm fingers brush her back.
"I'll be back in a minute," Ellen said.
Donna Joe remained on her belly for the few minutes that Ellen was gone, then heard footsteps and felt the warm fingers again.
"Ummm," Donna Joe said. "That does feel nice."
Ellen had some kind of oil on her fingers and was rubbing it all over Donna Joe's back. Donna Joe could feel a tingling warmth in her muscles. Ellen had good hands. She knew how to rub Donna Joe in just the right way to ease the tension.
"You're so tense," Ellen said. "You should learn to relax a little more while you're dancing. Kind of let your body flow with the music. It's easier that way."
Ellen's hands felt so nice that Donna Joe didn't object when she felt those fingers cross her naked asscheeks. Ellen was right. The tension was slowly flowing out of her body, and she felt her muscles relax.
"You do have a beautiful body," Ellen said. "I can see why men like you."
Donna Joe was alarmed for the first time. Ellen was no longer rubbing her like a masseuse should. Ellen's hands had suddenly turned greedy, and they touched Donna Joe's body like a man would touch her.
"It's time to turn over," Ellen whispered.
"I think you've done enough," Donna Joe said. "I feel better now."
"There's no sense in stopping with half a massage," Ellen said. "It's time for you to turn over."
Donna Joe felt Ellen's hands pull her over, and the towel dropped away. She was naked again and somehow couldn't protect herself.
"I think you'll like this," Ellen said as she put her hands on Donna Joe's big tits.
It felt dirty, obscene, but Donna Joe couldn't stop the hands. The feeling of shame was replaced by another feeling – a tingling she felt whenever a man touched her tits.
Donna Joe opened her eyes and looked into Ellen's face. Ellen had that familiar look of lust in her eyes. Donna Joe had never seen that look in another woman's eyes, but understood that Ellen wanted her.
"Oh, you should stop," Donna Joe pleaded. "You should stop that, please."
"You don't want me to stop," Ellen said. "You like it. See how your nipples are getting so big and hard. You know it makes you feel good."
"No," Donna Joe protested. "This is sick, really sick, I don't like it!"
Donna Joe tried to feel disgusted. She knew she should. She had enjoyed a lot of men but she just couldn't enjoy another woman. She wouldn't have any pride left. She caught at Ellen's hands, but Ellen jerked her arms away, her eyes glaring.
"Listen, you little bitch!" Ellen said. "You'd better get over this idea that your cunt is something precious. You're a cunt, just like the rest of us here. A cunt – nothing more! Now you relax and do what I Goddamned tell you!"
Both lust and hatred flooded Ellen's face. Donna Joe didn't understand it, but she did know one thing: Ellen was angry at her and would punish her for the slightest resistance. Donna Joe couldn't understand why Ellen should feel so angry.
"Spread your legs, bitch," Ellen said. "Spread your Goddamned legs! I want to feel your pussy."
Donna Joe trembled as she spread her thighs. She was more frightened than she had ever been in her life. She knew what to expect from a man, but had no idea of what a woman could do to her, what a woman would want.
"That's right," Ellen said. "That's better. Open your legs a little wider. Never thought you'd be spreading your legs for me, did you, pussy? You always thought you were saving it for some farm boy. Well you're nothing but cunt, pussy for anybody's pleasure. Even mine!"
Donna Joe gasped when Ellen's fingers slid into her cunt. She tried to twist away, but Ellen slapped her in the face. Again Ellen's eyes looked ugly.
"Lie still, bitch!" Ellen commanded. Her fingers penetrated deep into Donna Joe's wet cunt. Ellen moved her fingers around, causing Donna Joe to feel things despite her revulsion.
Ellen's other hand stroked Donna Joe's tits. Donna Joe felt her nipples grow harder as she licked her dry lips and tried to think about how dirty this was, but she couldn't. All she could think about were the feelings that were beginning to spread through her.
Ellen put her face against Donna Joe's tits. Donna Joe felt her flesh being sucked into Ellen's hot mouth, and another shiver went through her body. She stroked Ellen's red hair as Ellen sucked her nipple. Donna Joe began to get turned-on, by the loud slurping sounds Ellen made.
"I feel over-dressed," Ellen finally said. She stood and very quickly stripped off the few clothes she had on. Ellen's body was slender and shapely. Her tits were even smaller than Donna Joe had first thought, but there was something very appealing about them.
Ellen's cunt hair was as red as the hair on her head, and just as thick. Donna Joe found she could not swallow easily.
"I'm going to make you feel good, bitch," Ellen said.
Ellen stretched out on top of Donna Joe. Donna Joe again tried to twist out from under her, but Ellen locked her arms around her and began rubbing her tits against Donna Joe's. Donna Joe gasped at the new feelings coursing through her, and could feel a wet heat between her legs. She couldn't help spreading her legs as the redhead's silky-feeling knee slid up to her cunt.
"Have you ever kissed another woman?" Ellen asked. "I mean, really kissed another woman?"
"No," Donna Joe said.
"Well I'm going to show you how it feels," Ellen said. "I'm going to show you how nice it is to kiss another woman."
Ellen's soft, hot lips pressed against Donna Joe's. Ellen's lips were softer than any man's, and they were hotter too. Donna Joe opened her mouth and tasted Ellen's fiery little tongue. It was crazy, but she enjoyed Ellen's lips against hers.
"We shouldn't do this," Donna Joe moaned in one last feeble protest. "We shouldn't."
"Why shouldn't we, doll?" Ellen asked. "We're supposed to do anything that feels good."
Ellen rubbed her body against Donna Joe's. Donna Joe's heart pounded loudly and she couldn't stop herself from trembling. She couldn't believe that she was getting this turned-on by another woman. It was sick, and yet somehow exciting too.
"Let me taste your tits again, honey," Ellen said. "They taste so sweet and nice."
Ellen's lips went back to Donna Joe's tits. Donna Joe could hardly stand it anymore – she was crazy and hot. She couldn't resist the need to put her hand on Ellen's back, and felt the hot, silky skin underneath her fingertips. Her hand moved slowly down Ellen's back to the redhead's shapely ass.
"Mmmmmmmm," Ellen said. "Now you're getting the idea."
Donna Joe gripped Ellen's ass tightly. She felt the redhead's pussy mound rub against her own, and again felt the hot tingles going up her spine. She also felt her cunt grow wet.
She got that empty feeling in her cunt that always came when she started to feel hot. She wanted it filled by a cock, or something.
"Mmmmm," Ellen said. "Now I'm going to taste your sweet cunt. Isn't that what you want, bitch? Somebody to taste your hot, wet pussy?"
"Oh yes," Donna Joe moaned.
Ellen's wet lips slid down Donna Joe's stomach, and Donna Joe tensed. She couldn't believe this was happening. Another woman was going to kiss her cunt!
Donna Joe spread her creamy thighs and felt Ellen's soft mouth press against her cunt. Then the sweet tongue edged between her cunt lips and touched the inside of her hot hole.
"Oh Jesus!" Donna Joe cried. "Jesus! What are you doing to me?"
"I'm eating your pussy, doll," Ellen said. "I'm going to make you cry from pleasure."
Ellen knew how to eat cunt. Her tongue explored all of the inside of Donna Joe's pussy, and touched the hard button of Donna Joe's clit.
"Oieeeee!" Donna Joe moaned. She knew that Ellen was tasting her sweet, hot juices, and she put her hands behind the redhead's head.
"Oh eat me," Donna Joe moaned as she pulled Ellen's head closer. "Fat me. Please eat me. You're making me feel so good!"
Donna Joe gasped as Ellen sucked her hard little clit into her wet mouth. Ellen's tongue brushed and her teeth bit Donna Joe's clit gently. Donna Joe screamed as more of her juices flooded Ellen's mouth.
Donna Joe held Ellen's head tighter and began to grind her cunt into Ellen's face.
"I'm coming!" Donna Joe screamed. "I'm coming! Gawd, you're making me come! Goooood!"
Donna Joe nearly bucked Ellen off of the couch. She trembled as the last of the pleasure spasm passed through her body. Ellen still licked at her tender flesh.
Finally Ellen raised her head. "Did you like that, sweetheart?"
"Oh yes," Donna Joe moaned.
"I liked doing it," Ellen said. "It made me hot all over. Now you're going to have to do the same for me."
Donna Joe shook her head but realized she had no choice. Ellen had her pinned to the couch and she slowly slid up her body. She kept Donna Joe's arms still as she moved her silky wet pussy over Donna Joe's face.
"Now you can eat me, sugar," Ellen said. "Now you can taste my cunt."
Donna Joe didn't like it, but she couldn't escape. Ellen sat down on Donna Joe's face. Donna Joe smelled the strong perfume of Ellen's cunt. She could hardly breathe.
"Put your tongue in my cunt, sugar," Ellen said. "Come on, bitch. Put your tongue in me!"
Donna Joe pushed her tongue between Ellen's pussy lips. Ellen started to squirm and rubbed her cunt closer to Donna Joe's face. Donna Joe tasted the tangy juices of the older woman and was forced to swallow.
"Use your tongue, Goddamn it!" Ellen commanded. "Put your hot tongue in deep. Kiss the inside of my cunt!"
Donna Joe decided that she would get it over with quickly. She tried to remember everything that Ellen had done for her as she began to explore the inside of the older woman's cunt. She found the hard little clit with her tongue and slowly sucked it between her lips.
"Yessss," Ellen screamed. "That's it. That's what I want. Oh yesssss!"
Donna Joe sucked frantically and felt the hot shudders that pulsed through Ellen's body. She knew that Ellen was coming already. Ellen had become very excited from sucking on Donna Joe's cunt.
"God," Ellen cried. "I'm coming! You're making me come, you cunt! You're making me come. Oh shit, it feels good. It feels so good. OH SHITIIIT!"
Donna Joe was forced to swallow quickly as Ellen flooded her mouth with juice. Donna Joe gagged until Ellen raised her body so that Donna Joe could catch her breath.
"That's all right, sweet baby," Ellen said, stroking Donna Joe's shoulder. "You did just fine. You'll know a little more next time. You'll learn."
Donna Joe stared with horror. She realized what she had done and what would be expected of her. She didn't want to learn the things the redhead had in mind. She didn't like the thought of what she'd just done. She didn't want to turn into some kind of freak who could only enjoy other woman. Donna Joe was very scared now.
She knew she'd have to escape from this, and do it quickly, or she'd loose all the pride she had left.