"You got home awfully late last night, honey," Joe said as Judy was leaving for work the next day.
"I was real worried about you. I hope you can get home earlier this time."
"I'll try, darling," Judy said, hurrying out the door.
She felt guilty about running out like that, but she could hardly stay and explain to Joe that she'd been late because she'd been to an orgy. She was going to have to face her guilt over Joe, but this was not the night.
She'd been working at the club a couple of hours when Rossi made his familiar gesture for her to step into the alcove. Somehow Judy didn't feel quite so enthusiastic as she usually did about taking an "assignment", but she hurried aver, fearing to anger Rossi. She couldn't get rid of the image of Joe looking worried and begging her to get home earlier.
"Yes, Mr. Rossi?" Judy said.
"That tall guy sitting at the bar," Rossi said. "You take care of him."
"All right," Judy said listlessly.
She didn't like the guy's looks at all. In fact he reminded her of an undertaker, tall, bony and gloomy-looking. He was well-dressed, though, and not too old, perhaps forty. Judy planted a big smile on her face and went over to him.
"Good evening, sir," she said, "I'm Judy. I'd like to offer you a drink on the house and a little talk, if you're interested."
He didn't smile.
"Sure, sit down," he said coldly.
Judy got him the drink he wanted and attempted to make small talk with him, but all she got was his name, Fred Olson, and his occupation, real estate salesman. He didn't seem at all attracted to her, and Judy wondered why Rossi had sent her over to him.
Then Olson said abruptly, "Cone on, we're going to my place."
Judy followed him obediently, but she was hardly excited about the idea of going to bed with that sourpuss. He drove them a few blocks away to the hotel where he was staying. In the room, he didn't even offer her a drink. He just handed her fifty dollars and started to undress.
"Come on, come on," he said, "take your clothes off I didn't ask you over here to talk."
Judy wanted to tell him that fifty dollars was a lot less money than she was used to, but she decided to let it pass. The main thing here was to ball him and get it over with, so she could get back to the club and find more generous and attractive customers.
Judy got out of her costume quickly, not trying to make a show of it. Fred Olson's eyes flickered from her round thrusting tits with their soft pink nipples down to her copper-colored bush, but still he didn't look especially turned on. He continued to undress, and soon he was down to his shorts.
Judy was repelled by the man's body. He was bony and pale all over, his muscles slack, his chest hairless. Still she felt her usual curiosity as he lowered his shorts. He had a very long but skinny cock that waved stiffly and heavily from a small brown bush. Judy decided that even his cock was ugly.
"Get down on your knees," Olson snapped.
Judy didn't like the tone of his voice – no warmth in it at all, no honest lust. But she obeyed, dropping to her knees before him. Olson stepped up close to her and pushed the hard purple head of his cock roughly against her lips. Judy breathed a sigh of relief. At least she wasn't going to have to ball him.
Relieved that that hard bony body wouldn't touch her, she willingly opened her mouth for his stiff skinny cock. Far better to give him a blow job than to have that ugly cold man pressing his body against hers. But when she opened her lips, Olson savagely rammed his erect dick right into her throat.
"Uhhhhhh!" Judy gasped.
Olson grabbed her head and held it in place, brutally fucking her mouth and throat in hard deep lunges. He didn't want a blow job, Judy realized – he wanted to rape her mouth, to choke and hurt her. And he was succeeding. She couldn't breathe, and her throat was painfully raked.
Olson towered over her, his face absolutely cold as he rammed his rock-hard cock-head again and again into her tender throat. Judy felt she'd faint if she didn't get some air, if that awful pain didn't stop. Job or no job, she had to get away from this sadistic creep.
Judy managed to get one foot against Olson's belly and she pushed with all her strength. He stumbled backwards, his erect spit-soaked prick popping from her mouth. He sat down hard on the rug. Judy snatched up her clothes and threw the fifty dollars in his face.
"I don't have to go with any man who tries to hurt me," she said angrily. "You can have your damned money back."
But before she could put on her costume again, Olson recovered his breath and was leaping on her, slapping her hard across the face. Judy was stunned by the blow and the next thing she knew Olson had her on the bed, on her back, and was slamming his rigid skinny prick into her dry and resisting cunt.
"Nooooo," Judy wailed.
"Shut up, bitch," Olson snarled. "I paid for you, and I'm gonna have you."
The pain was just as bad as when he'd fucked her throat. Her narrow twat was dry and unprepared, and Olson's hard cock raked and bruised her as he balled her in swift deep savage hinges. Judy screamed and tried to twist away, but he pinned her wrists and held her in place.
"Oh, God, no," Judy sobbed, "please take it out. You're hurting me."
Olson slapped her in the face again, and this time she'd had enough. She stopped struggling and just lay there and let him complete his brutal rape. It hurt, but it wasn't as bad as having her teeth knocked out. Olson fucked her harder and harder, his face perfectly cold.
Judy could hardly even tell when he came. He made no sound, showed no pleasure. All she could feel was the hot gush of his come in her bruised little box. Instantly Olson withdrew and reached for his clothes. Judy staggered off the bed and found her costume.
"I'm not paying you, bitch," Olson said. "You didn't cooperate. Tony Rossi's gonna hear about this."
"Fuck you," Judy spat. "He'll hear about it, all right, and you'll be sorry. He doesn't let anyone hurt his girls."
"We'll see about that," Olson said, reaching for the phone.
Judy didn't wait to hear his call. She walked all the way back to the club in her costume, drawing whistles and stares. She didn't care about that. All she wanted was to tell Rossi that one of his customers was a dangerous sadist. When she got to the Flamingo, she went straight to Rossi's office.
When Judy burst into the office, Rossi was already there, sitting behind his desk and chewing on a cigar and frowning. "Mr. Rossi…" she began. But Rossi signaled her to be quiet.
"I just got a call from a pal of mine, Fred Olson," he said angrily. "He told me you wouldn't do what he wanted. What the hell's the matter with you?"
"Mr. Rossi, that's just what I wanted to tell you," Judy said earnestly. "He wanted to hurt me. He DID hurt me."
"Aw, bullshit," Rossi said. "The guy just wanted a blow job, and maybe his dick was a little too long. It happens. You gotta take a little discomfort now and then in this business."
"Discomfort?" Judy squeaked. "He almost choked me. Then he raped me. I don't call that discomfort."
Rossi ground out his cigar and rose from behind the desk, his face dark with anger.
"If you think that hurt," he growled, "wait'll I get through with you. I'll show you what real pain is, baby."
He seized Judy by the wrist and dragged her into the private bedroom behind his office. Judy sobbed and protested, but Rossi was far stronger than she was. He flung her into the room and locked the door with the special lock that only he could open. Judy was trapped.
"You insulted a customer," he told her, "so you gotta be punished. Get your clothes off."
Sobbing with fright, Judy obeyed. She recalled when Rossi had told her to report any man who tried to hurt her. He hadn't meant a word of it. The customer was always right, even if he was a brutal sadist. And God knew how many more sadists Rossi might send her to.
When Judy was naked, Rossi's dark eyes flicked briefly over her curvy little body, but there was no warmth in his glance. "Get over here and undress me," he snapped.
Judy obeyed without a murmur. Only Rossi could unlock the door, so she was stuck here till she did everything he wanted. She might as well just obey and get it over with. She removed his jacket and shirt and tie, then knelt down to help him out of his shoes and socks.
"I'm gonna teach you a lesson, cunt," Rossi said icily. "I'm gonna show you what happens to my girls when they don't carry out orders. You won't forget in a hurry, believe me."
Judy's hands trembled as she unbuckled his belt and opened his fly. His pants slid down to the floor, but there was no bulge in the crotch of his jockey shorts. Judy pulled down the shorts and saw that his cock was wrinkled and limp. At least he couldn't punish her with that. "Okay, stay on your knees," Rossi said when she had him completely naked. "You're gonna blow me, and you're gonna do it right, just like I taught you. You understand?"
"Yes," Judy said wearily. She was damned if she was going to call him "sir" any more.
"All right, get to it, then," Rossi said coldly.
Kneeling naked before him, Judy took his soft little prick and slipped it between her lips, feeding it in till his slack sagging balls rubbed her chin. She began sucking on the silky soft meat, something she didn't mind doing at all. It was rather exciting, not scary like when Olson jammed his long hard cock into her tender throat.
In fact if Rossi hadn't been mad at her, she'd really be having fun. She loved blowing a man who really turned her on, and Rossi had always seemed sexy. She gurgled with excitement and sucked even faster on his droopy little prick.
"Yeah, you dig that, don't you?" Rossi said with a harsh laugh. "You dig it as long as it don't hurt. Well, hurting is part of the game, baby, and I'm gonna show you that in a minute."
Bullshit, Judy thought. Hurting was never part of real love-making. Something was warped and sick in the minds of men like Rossi and Olson. But for now she wasn't worrying. She liked sucking on Rossi's tasty limp cock, and it certainly couldn't hurt her. The whole thing fit into her mouth with room to spare.
As her excitement grew, Judy drew in her cheeks sharply to make a tight juicy nest, for his prick. She lashed the soft rosy head of his dick with her wet little tongue, and her hot saliva boiled all around his flaccid meat. She increased the pace and pressure of her sucking, and Rossi gave an involuntary snort of pleasure. Judy felt his flaccid cock starting to twitch on her tongue.
"Yeah, you give a real good blow job, I gotta admit that," Rossi sighed. "But you still gotta be punished. None of the girls can disobey my orders and get away with it."
Judy paid no attention to his threats. She was lost in the horny excitement of sucking his silky little dick into swollen erection. And she was succeeding. As she again increased the speed of her sucking, Rossi's cock gave a powerful lurch and began to grow and stiffen in her mouth.
"Yeah, yeah, that's it," he gasped.
Judy felt the wrinkled little prick blossom into seven inches of thick hard meat. Now she couldn't hold it all in her mouth, so she let some out, sucking on just half the length of his swelling hot prick. Rossi snarled angrily and grabbed her head.
"You take all of it, bitch," he growled. "You're supposed to be a pro, dammit. You take that cock right into your throat."
He held her head steady and pushed forward with his rigid thick cock. Judy had no choice but to take the big knobby head of his dick right into her tender throat. For a moment she felt like she was choking, but she managed to overcome it.
Rossi grunted and shoved, the hugely swollen head of his cock popping into Judy's tight slick throat. His furry balls rubbed her chin. Holding her head tightly, he began to fuck her mouth, plunging his cock deep into her throat.
"Umpf," Judy cried.
Only with the greatest self-control did she keep back the choking sensations. She knew Rossi was doing this to punish her, but she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he was hurting her. She kept her throat as relaxed as she could while the big slick head of his cock probed deep and hard.
"Take it, cunt," Rossi panted. "If a guy wants to stick his cock down your throat, you do it, you hear?"
Judy certainly got the message. As Rossi's thick cock pounded in her throat, her lips were hugely stretched and her jaws ached from the continual stuffing. But her pride made her conceal all signs of discomfort. She took the repeated lunges of his long hard prick without a murmur.
"Now eat it," Rossi snarled, "eat every bit of my come."
His dark eyes rolled upward, and Judy felt the steamy blast of his come in her mouth and throat. He'd ordered her to swallow it all – and she didn't have much choice. Judy gulped the salty sticky stuff until his cock went limp and empty and slipped from her mouth.
"Get it all," Rossi gasped.
Looking right at him with big blue accusing eyes, Judy licked her lips, her little pink tongue lapping up the last drops of his come. Her face was expressionless. She was damned if she'd let her sadistic boss know that he'd caused her any pain.
"Think you're smart, don't you?" Rossi snarled. "Okay, baby, we'll play it your way. We're gonna keep this up till you beg me to stop. You take my cock in your mouth and get it hard again."
That was too much. Her jaws already ached from the first head job.
"Oh, no, please," she said, "not again. I know I'm fired, Mr. Rossi. Just let me leave, please."
"Uh-uh," Rossi said, grinning coldly. "You don't leave till you've been punished. Then I don't give a shit what you do. But right now you better suck my dick – and fast."
He raised his arm as if to hit her, and Judy quickly opened her mouth. Her face still ached from Olson's blows, and she didn't want any more. Rossi grunted in satisfaction and fitted his limp wet dick into her mouth. Judy began sucking on it again, resigning herself to more discomfort.
"See where it gets you when you piss me off?" Rossi said. "We're gonna stay here till you learn to obey, and that's that."
Judy was so tempted to bite his cock that she could hardly contain herself, but she knew he'd kill her for it. Meekly she sucked faster and faster on his wrinkled little rod, using all the tricks she'd recently learned. Her cheeks were drawn in tight, her tongue busy lashing the sensitive head of his dick, her saliva pooling hotly around his soft meat.
"Yeah, you just keep that up, bitch," Rossi panted. "Get me hard again. Then I'll really teach you a lesson."
What am I doing here? Judy thought.
Here she was on her knees sucking off a sadistic creep, a man she'd come to hate – so that she could keep a job she'd also learned to hate. She wanted no more Rossi's, no more Olson's. She wanted the quiet gentle love of her husband. But first she had to satisfy Rossi so she could get out that door.
Finally Rossi's cock revived and began to grow and stiffen in her mouth. Judy's jaws ached, but she forced herself to suck even faster and harder on his ballooning meat, just to get the ordeal over with. His cock responded fast, stiffening into seven thick inches of throbbing erection.
"Okay, that's enough," Rossi said, stepping back.
His swollen dick snapped up to hug his belly, thick and pale and gleaming with her saliva. Judy gasped for breath and rubbed her aching jaws and throat. She was sure Rossi had some other punishment in mind for her, and she shuddered to think what it was.
"Over to the bed," he ordered. "Bend over the edge."
Wearily Judy obeyed, standing at the side of the bed and resting her hands on the edge. Her pert little ass stuck out enticingly. Rossi wandered over to her, his huge hard-on wagging lewdly, and seized her slim hips to steady himself.
"This'll teach you to do what I say," he snarled. He pressed the moist hard head of his cock against the tiny tight mouth of her asshole and gave a savage thrust.
"Owwwwwww," Judy wailed.
She fought to lurch away from him, but Rossi held her tightly by the hips and brutally forced his thick hard cock deep into her tight little brownie. In one cruel shove he lodged his big cock clear to the tails in her pencil-thin nether hole. The pain was so bad that Judy almost fainted.
"Oh, God, noooo," she sobbed. "Please, take it out, it's too BIG."
"Shut up, bitch," Rossi panted. "I'm gonna come in your ass whether you like it or not. After this I bet you'll do whatever I tell you."
While Judy sobbed and dug her nails into the bed, Rossi balled her little butt furiously, digging his thick meat far into her fiery bowels. He was out to hurt her, and at first he succeeded. But gradually, a welcome numbness came over her, and she stopped whimpering when his rock-hard cock reamed her tiny tight asshole.
Rossi began to change, too. With his achingly swollen dick plunged deep in her snug juicy bumhole, he couldn't help feeling hot pleasure. He began to pant and whine as he bum-fucked her. He couldn't be cold and aloof any longer.
"Bitch," he chanted, "dirty little bitch."
Big gloss of cock-juice began to bubble from his deep-thrusting prick, making Judy's tight little asshole a lot slicker. She felt a wicked kind of pleasure now when his thick meat reamed and stuffed her ass. She hated Rossi, but she wasn't immune to the delicious friction between his cock and her tight little brownie.
"Lousy little cunt," Rossi gasped, "I hope you never forget this. This is how I punish my girls when they make me mad."
At that point Judy didn't care what he said. She felt her whole belly melting with kinky excitement, exploding into orgasm. She whined and clawed the bed as she came, and her boiling-hot brownie gripped Rossi's dick like a vise. He yelped and started to shoot his load.
"Awwwwwww," Rossi bellowed.
Judy didn't make a sound. She was coming, yes, but it was somehow an empty, pleasureless orgasm – perhaps because she was getting it from a man she despised. When Rossi's prick went limp and slipped from her drenched little asshole, she stood up with quiet dignity and put on her costume.
Rossi looked smug as he dressed.
"I guess you got my message," he said. "From now on you do whatever a customer wants, or you'll get it in the ass, just like now."
"I'm not going back to work," Judy said quietly. "I'm just wearing this costume as far as the dressing room. Then I'm going to put on my own clothes and go home."
Rossi scowled and said, "You silly little bitch, you'll never get another job that pays like this one."
"Mr. Rossi," Judy said sweetly, "you can take your damned job and stick it up your ass. Good night."
Five minutes later she left the Flamingo wondering how she could face Joe and tell him that she'd lost her job. She'd manage it somehow, because she couldn't bear the thought of going back to Rossi and his pain and humiliation. But it wouldn't be easy to tell her husband.