Brenda hadn't wanted to leave the house and go to work. She never wanted to enter the club again. She wanted to spend all her time with Hal. It seemed silly to forfeit her paycheck, though, so she reluctantly showed up at the Red Dragon where she'd worked as a cocktail waitress for the past few years.
It was a week night and rather slow, just a few quiet drunks sitting at tables. Brenda took her time about appearing on the floor. There was a special room in back where the girls kept their coats and sometimes came for a smoke and a breather. She entered the room, hung up her coat, and lit a cigarette.
Her friend Lillian came in, popping her chewing gum, and gave her usual greeting, "Hy-ya, kid."
Lillian was a tall, very stacked blonde. On her the bright red club costume looked spectacular. Men were always pawing her on the floor, but Lillian also possessed a stunning punch to the jaw that discouraged anyone who got out of line. She picked her dates – they didn't pick her.
"Hi, Lillian," said Brenda. "How are you?"
"Tired," said Lillian, lighting a Marlboro. "I wish I had your luck. I'd like to marry some rich dude and get out of this racket. Every day there's a new hassle. Now we got this new owner…"
"New owner?" said Brenda. "I didn't hear about that."
"It happened while you were on your honeymoon," said Lillian. "The old guy, Mr. Green, sold out. He was tired. The new guy is called Denton. He takes over tonight. We'll probably have to learn a whole new routine."
"I suppose," said Brenda. "I'm glad I'll only be here a few more days."
There was a knock at the door. It was Louis, the bartender. "The new boss wants to see you, Brenda," he said. "In the office."
"I wonder what for?" said Brenda. "I'm quitting on Friday."
She went to the office and found a very attractive young man sitting behind the desk. He was a little too slick-looking for her taste – longish black hair, thick mustache, Italian suit and big flowery tie, rings all over his fingers – but she couldn't deny that he had even features and a nice build.
"Hi," he said, "I'm Eddie Denton. I'd like to talk to you, Brenda." He gestured her to a chair with a wave of his thin black cigar.
Brenda sat down. She didn't like the way he looked at her, practically undressing her with his dark eyes. "I hope you know, Mister Denton," she said, "that I'm only working till Friday. I just got married, and I've given my notice."
Denton's glittery brown eyes rested on the ripe creamy cleavage of her breasts. "Yeah," he said, "that's what I wanted to talk to you about. They tell me you're the very best waitress. I wouldn't wanta lose you. How about staying on – with a raise? I'll make it worth your while."
Brenda sighed. It figured. She'd been pleading for a raise for years, and now it came when she didn't need it.
"I'm sorry, Mister Denton," she said pleasantly, "but I don't need to work any more. My husband is very well off. I'm sure Lillian can help you, though. She knows as much as I do."
"Yeah," said Denton, still ogling her tits, "but she ain't as sexy as you are. She's too old. I need a drawing card like you, baby. I'll double your salary. Whaddya say?"
Brenda stood up. She didn't like this man, didn't like the way he stared at her body or the way he talked to her. She said as politely as she could, "No. I'm sorry, I'm not interested. If you'll excuse me, I have to go to work."
Denton looked angry, but she didn't stay around to hear what else he had to say. She was glad she was quitting soon. Old Mr. Green had been polite, even courtly, to the girls. Denton was repulsive. He'd looked at her like she was just a cunt on legs, an object to be exploited.
The night continued slow, and Brenda found herself standing around with nothing to do. She couldn't help thinking about Hal and how wonderful it would be to be home now in bed with him. She grew hot and horny at the very thought. She imagined his wonderful thick cock sliding into her – and she felt a scalding burst of juice in the crotch of her panties.
Oh-oh, she thought, I better get busy.
To take her mind off her agonizing horniness, she went behind the bar and started washing some glasses for Louis. Irresistibly, though, she drifted back to her thoughts of Hal and his fantastic lovemaking. She could hardly wait to get home and climb into bed with him. If he was asleep, she'd pump his cock… She was so lost in her horny fantasy that she forgot the world around her.
From behind, somebody slipped a finger inside the crotch of her panties.
Brenda gasped and straightened up from the sink. The thick hot finger tickled deliciously over her swollen wet pussy, inching up into her greedy nipping cunt. For a moment she lost control of herself, thrusting her hips back to meet the thrusting finger, taking it far up her famished twat. She moaned softly.
Then she came to her senses, remembering that she was standing at the bar in the club. She could hardly let whoever-it-was frig her in front of the customers. She jerked her hips forward and the finger slipped out of her panties.
Brenda turned around and saw Louis the bartender, a big, balding guy, winking at her.
"Louis," she said, blushing furiously, "where do you get off pulling a stunt like that?"
He grinned. "It's because you're leaving, Brenda. I always wanted to cop a feel, and I figured this was my last chance."
Brenda had to laugh. Louis was a nice guy, a buddy, and he was just putting her on. She felt a little ashamed, though, of how aroused she'd gotten just from feeling his finger up her box. My God, she must really be horny… All the more reason to get home to Hal.
At quitting time, Denton called her into his office again.
Brenda was tired, dying to get home, and she could have screamed with impatience. She walked briskly into the office and found Denton lounging behind his desk. She began to think that the long thin black cigar was part of his face. When he saw her, he sat up straight and grinned, his eyes making a quick sweep of her body in the skimpy red costume.
"Yes, Mister Denton?" she said briskly. "You wanted to see me?"
"Just to see if you've changed your mind about my offer," he said. "In fact, I'll make it even better. I've been thinking of having a go-go dancer and a small band. I'll make you the dancer, Brenda, and I'll triple your salary. You won't have to peddle drinks any more."
Brenda sighed. It was the kind of opportunity she'd always dreamed of during those ten long years of grubbing for a living – and now she didn't need it.
"I'm sorry, Mister Denton," she said. "A week ago I would have jumped at the chance, but now I don't need the money. If you'll excuse me, I want to get home to my husband."
"Wait," said Denton.
He got out of his chair and strode to the door, standing in front of it, blocking her way. "I might as well level with you," he said. "There's a chance to make a lot more money than just triple your salary. Besides dancing, I'd want you to entertain my preferred customers. I want only beautiful girls with class – that's why you'll do and Lillian won't. In other words, baby, I'm putting in call girls. There's no limit to what you could make, sometimes over a hundred bucks a trick. You better think about it."
Brenda slowly reddened. So that was how he regarded her – as a potential whore.
"I don't need to think about it," she said icily. "You'll have to find yourself another girl."
Denton's handsome face twisted into a cruel leer. "Oh, I get it," he said. "You're too good for that kind of work. You don't do naughty things like sleep with men."
"Please get out of my way, Mister Denton," Brenda said. "Our talk is over. I want to go home."
She tried to push past him, but he seized her wrist and held it painfully tight.
"Our talk may be over," he said, "but our action ain't. You turned me on the minute I saw you, doll. Why don't you stick around awhile, have a drink with me?"
Brenda eyed him coldly. First he'd insulted her by offering her a job as a hooker, and now he wanted to treat her like one.
"Let me go," she hissed. "I want to go home."
He glared at her. "You're just too good for everything, aren't you?" he said. "Quit bullshittin' me, baby. Don't tell me that all the time you've worked here you haven't laid anybody. Don't tell me you didn't take a few customers home."
Brenda's face flamed. It was true, to her chagrin, that on a few occasions she'd taken men home from the club. Sometimes she'd gotten so unbearably horny she just had to.
"I'm only human," she said. "I've gone home with a few men, yes. But I picked them."
Denton laughed harshly. "And you're not picking me," he said, "is that it?"
"That's it," said Brenda. She was going to waste no more time being polite to this creep. The only thing that would stop him was a direct rejection – or a Sherman tank.
"Don't be too hasty," he said. "Lots of chicks think I'm pretty good in the hay."
"I'm sure they do," said Brenda wearily, "but you're not my type."
He bent her arm cruelly behind her back. "Baby," he said, "I got a feeling anything with a cock is your type."
She raised her arm to hit him in the face, but he laughed and pushed her back hard. Brenda stumbled and sat down on the floor. He was strong – and she was frightened.
"Please let me out of this room," she said. "My husband will be worried about me, wondering why I'm late."
"Sure," said Denton, "I'll let you out, on one condition. If you want out, you let me ball you."
Brenda glanced at his crotch. His fancy Italian suit was grossly tented at the fly. He meant business. She began to think fast. If she could throw him off his guard, just for a second, she could get out the door. The night cleaning crew would be there, and he wouldn't dare bother her in front of witnesses.
"All right," she said, faking a meek voice, "but make it fast. I want to get home."
Denton grinned. The bastard did have perfect teeth.
"That's more like it," he said. "You bet I'll make it fast. I'm damn near ready to cum right now. I don't know what it is, Brenda, but of all the girls, you're the only one that appeals to me."
Lucky me, Brenda thought dryly.
She started to take off her costume. She hated to undress in front of this creep and his leering eyes, but she figured it would distract him and give her a chance to run for the door. She gave him a slight smile as she tossed her red cowboy hat into a chair. She kicked off her high-heeled shoes and slowly took down her red net stockings.
Denton grinned and moved closer to watch her. He was now about three feet from the door, but he still blocked her way.
Giving him her sexiest smile, Brenda reached behind herself and unhooked the red-fringed bra-top of her costume. Denton's glittery brown eyes widened in anticipation. Slowly she let the bra drop down over the jutting points of her full breasts.
Her big creamy boobs popped into view, the light brown nipples taut and pointed. The huge globes quivered delicately. Denton was breathing so loud she could hear him, and his dark face flushed in horny appreciation as he gawked at her out sized breasts.
"Oh, man," he said, "you really oughtta reconsider what I said about dancing. I mean, as a topless dancer, you'd make this place famous. With tits that size, we'd have a full house every night."
Brenda shuddered. It repulsed her to think of getting up in front of a leering crowd of men to display her naked, obscenely jiggling tits. Denton's remark gave her an idea, though. There might be another way to distract him from the door.
"Well, I'm not the greatest dancer in the world," she said modestly. "Just what did you have in mind?"
"Oh, you wouldn't have to be a good dancer," Denton said, chuckling, "not with tits like that. You'd just move your body around a little to some music. Here, I'll show you what I had in mind." He crossed quickly to his desk and switched on a radio. Rock music filled the room. "Just move around to that," he said.
Brenda obeyed. She swayed and undulated her body to the music, making sure her breasts moved as much as possible. The big melon-shaped tits swayed, bounced, and jiggled. Denton leaned against his desk watching her, his eyes glued to her lewdly dancing tits. He was plainly delighted and fascinated.
"Yeah, yeah," he said, "you're a natural…"
Brenda grinned at him. As she went on dancing, she moved, slowly but steadily toward the door.
"Yeah," Denton said, "perfect. See, you wouldn't really have to dance. You got the idea already – just move your tits a lot. The customers'll be watching that. They won't even notice the music."
Brenda smiled sweetly and reached behind her and touched the doorknob. She twisted it. The door was locked. Panic-stricken, she whirled it open.
"You lousy CUNT!" snarled Denton.
He sprang across the room and grabbed her around the waist, pulling her away from the door. Before she could regain her balance, he pushed her to the floor.
"All right," he said angrily, "let's quit kidding around. You want out of here, and I wanta get laid. It's that simple. Take off those panties and give me a quick fuck – then you can go home."
Brenda glared at him. Her body belonged to Hal exclusively, and she wasn't going to let this creep touch her.
"I'm through playing games, too," she said. "Id rather ball a snake. Let me out of here, or the police are going to hear about this."
Denton slapped her hard across the face. Brenda fell back, stunned, and he was beside her, ripping off the skimpy red panties of her costume. He rolled her roughly onto her back and jerked her legs open.
She was still dizzy from the blow and couldn't seem to coordinate her movements. She lay there with her legs spread, her bright scarlet slit exposed to his hungry eyes. Denton was rapidly unzipping his fly. She saw him bring out a stiff, dull-red cock.
"Women don't say no to me," he said harshly.
He dropped to his knees, between her legs, and started to let himself down on her. Brenda recovered enough to scream and roll to the side. Denton cursed and wrestled her back into position beneath him. He dropped heavily onto her, and she felt the hard burning line of his erect prick against her soft belly.
"Noooooo," she said, "please, let me go…"
"I will," he said, panting, "as soon as I ball you. Now hold still, dammit. All I want is a quick fuck. You're no Goddamn virgin. It ain't gonna hurt."
He didn't understand. He was soiling her, tainting her, for Hal. She didn't want to go home to her husband with another man's cum in her belly. She wept and fought, pushing at his shoulders, trying to scratch his face with her long painted nails.
"Fuckin' bitch," Denton said.
He seized her arms and pinned them at her sides. He was cruelly strong. Brenda whimpered and tried to roll out from under him, but he was too heavy. He managed to get his swollen hot dick between her legs, and she felt it poking painfully in the tender tissues of her pussy, blindly seeking her cunt.
"Come on, baby, come on," Denton said huskily, "let me in…"
"Noooooo," Brenda said, "I don't want you… Please, don't do-ooohhh!!!"
His sudden entrance caught her by surprise. He managed to wedge the thick swollen head of his cock in the moist little mouth of her box, and then he pushed hard. He penetrated her fully with one brutal shove. She felt herself stuffed breathless with his thick meat – and wracked by a sudden blast of pleasure.
"Yeah, yeah," Denton gasped, starting to jerk his cock swiftly in her moist narrow sheath. "Oh, baby, you are tight!!!"
Brenda moaned and went limp beneath him. She'd had no idea it was going to feel so good. She'd been starved for sex for years, and her shameless pussy didn't discriminate between cocks. She loved Hal, but her body would accept anyone… Wild pleasure rocked her, and her cunt began to cream hot loads of juice all around Denton's thick stroking meat.
"Uhhhhhh," she whined.
Denton saw her lovely face twisting into a horny grimace, felt her scalding cream steaming around his pumping dick. He grinned evilly. "Dig it, baby," he said, panting, "yeah, take it… I knew you'd like it."
Brenda didn't even hear him. She'd been so horny all that long dull evening at the club, that her body was responding violently to his swift deep fucking. She let her long legs fall obscenely open to him, wanting his cock all the way to her womb. She began to gurgle and squeal and moan her pleasure. As Denton got carried away and fucked her ever faster and harder, her soft cries changed to hoarse shouts of delight.
"Yes, yes," she wailed, "Fuck me, ball meeeeee… Oh, God, yes!!!"
Then her body seemed to explode with a gigantic climax. She rocked with it, wailing, for what seemed like long minutes, till at last she felt the steamy flood of Denton's cum inside her. His prick grew limp and small, slipping out of her. She sighed.
Dizzily she watched him get to his feet and zip up his pants. He was grinning lewdly at her.
"Look, doll," he said, "you can't fool me any more. I know what you're really like. You're perfect for that job. Not only would you be a great topless dancer, but you're a born whore."
Brenda moaned and ran out of the room. Putting on her street clothes, she could hardly hold back her tears of shame. How could she have let that animal touch her? How could she have cheated on her wonderful new husband?
Maybe Denton was right. Maybe she was just no good…