Chapter 2

Chapter Two

" N ext up you're in for a real treat. Welcome Electra Blaze to the stage! Dollar bills. Dollar bills. This girl's worth all those greenbacks. I want to see it rain in here for the one, the only Electra Blaze," DJ Tracks hollered into the mike.

When the bass started pumping, I sauntered on stage, hips rolling and ass popping to grab onto the pole and went to work. Stripping might sound like an easy way to make some dough, but let me tell you, it was hard fucking work. Some girls thought it was enough to strut around naked, but that was just pure laziness. If you wanted to earn, you had to work the pole and work the pole I did. I owned that bitch.

While hanging upside down, I scanned the crowded room, noting where my regulars were sitting. They were the ones that would pay the most, so when I did my drive by, I always paid them extra attention.

Dropping to the floor, I swayed to the music and ripped off my skirt. Turning around, I shook my ass, then ground against the pole. Reaching behind me, I pulled the string holding my top on and let it fall to the ground. Covering my breasts, I turned back toward the crowd with a sly smile on my face.

I strutted my way across the floor and dropped my hands when I neared Rob, one of my biggest fans. When he held out a bill, I turned so he could tuck it into my G-string. He was always respectful and never tried to cop a feel, unlike a lot of the other patrons. As I spun away, I released the clasps on my G-string and whipped it off. Bending at the waist with legs spread wide, I gave Rob one hell of a show.

I threw him a dazzling smile before moving on. My feet were killing me, and I was going over what I had left for groceries when I made eye contact with Mike, Sandy's husband. I hadn't been kidding when I told the barbie bitches their husbands tried to get into my G-string on the regular. Hell, Mike had even offered to pay for it. Perve.

It was tempting to ignore his signal to come over, but I knew the boss man was watching. The little shit always watched my performances. When I got close, Mike leaned forward. "Come talk to me when you're finished." He tossed a bill on the floor and turned back to his rich friends.

Fuck. I knew that stupid cunt was going to cause trouble for me. After I finished my set, albeit with less enthusiasm than usual, I scooped up the toonies, loonies and bills that littered the stage before heading back downstairs.

My mind whirled. If he wanted to make trouble for me, why hadn't Mike sicced the cops on me?

I dumped my money into my lock box and shoved it into my bag, then my locker. After grabbing my next outfit, I slammed the door and locked it as well. Couldn't trust anybody these days. Before I bought my box and a padlock for my locker, I had been ripped off a couple times.

I pulled on my black high waisted latex thong, the one with the elastic ribbons across my ass, down the sides and along the front. It showed almost all the goods, just the way the men liked it. I'd learned to shop with an eye for quick costume changes. Time was money so the faster I could change, the better. Pulling on the top took a little more work, but I got it in place. I loved tops with zippers down the front. My customers knew, the more they paid, the lower the zipper would go. I pulled on the long black gloves, checked my make-up and headed back upstairs, hoping I could avoid Mike.

I scanned the crowd and when I saw two twenties being waved at me, sashayed my way over to the big guy with the cash and after shoving it down my tall boots, ran my hands up and down his legs while crouching in front of him.

The music changed to a steady thumping beat, and I got to work. Standing, I turned so my back was toward him and rubbed my ass across his chest as I swiveled my hips. When I felt his hot breath across my mostly bare cheeks, I stood and spun to face him. Forty bucks was a pretty good amount, so I made sure he enjoyed himself as I lightly ground on his hard cock. I grasped his shoulders and pulled the zipper lower on my top, so he'd get a good show. I had worked up a bit of a sweat when the song came to its conclusion. After smiling and throwing the man an exaggerated wink, I moved on.

I continued to give out lap dances, signed some postcards, and avoided the table with Mike and all his cronies. When it was getting close to my next stage appearance, I headed toward the stairs. Mike stepped out of the hallway, grabbed my arm, and yanked me into the dimly lit hallway.

"You and me slut, we have a date when your shift is done. And this time, you'll put out, or I'll have your ass thrown in jail." The stench of beer washed over me as he spouted off.

My jaw dropped in shock. Was this asshole for real? "Are you crazy? I'm not fucking you!" I glared up at his smirking face. "Your bitch of a wife and her friends hit me first. I was defending myself."

"Do you really think anyone would believe you over three upstanding members of the community? Ones who'll have the best lawyers that money can buy who will go up against a wet-behind-the-ears public defender? Or one so close to retirement they won't give a fuck about you? Because that's who you'd get stuck with."

It stung, but I knew the asshole wasn't wrong. My chest tightened in panic. I couldn't go to jail over one small punch…could I?

When he grabbed my hand and rubbed it against the obvious bulge in his pants, I fought my immediate need to kick him in the nuts. I knew assaulting a customer was a sure way to incur bossman's wrath. He didn't care if we got molested as long as the customers were happy and spending money.

"I'll give you till the end of the night to decide. But if the answer is no, you'll be rotting in a jail cell by morning. I'll be waiting for your answer." He whistled as he walked away, sure that he'd gotten his way.

Trying to stave off my panic, I rushed down the stairs and threw myself into getting ready for my next dance. I recoiled away from the hand on my shoulder.

"Woah, girl. It's just me," Elisha said. "What's going on with you tonight?"

Before I knew it, I'd blurted out the entire story to the shocked woman. "I don't know what the fuck to do," I concluded in a rush.

"That piece of shit!" Elisha paced the small space, then ran a hand down her face and let out an enormous sigh. "You gotta do it," she deadpanned.

"What?" my voice squeaked out.

"I've seen it before. Those rich pricks always get their way, one way or the other. He's been watching you for months, just waiting for his chance and you handed it to him on a silver platter when you hit his wife." She turned and grasped my shoulders, staring me dead in my eyes. "He wasn't lying. If you don't do it, you're going to jail, girl. The rich always win in court."

There was a clatter on the stairs before Mindy, another stripper, joined us. "What the fuck's the holdup? Boss man's getting antsy."

"Get out there before his head explodes," Elisha said. "I'll ply Mike with drinks. Maybe we can get him drunk enough that he passes out. Could buy you another night to think about it."

I ran up the stairs as Elisha yelled after me. My stomach soured at the thought of having to actually go through with Mike's proposition.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! Was it really a fate worse than death? I mean, it wasn't as if I was some simpering virgin.

For the rest of the night, my brain played over worst-case scenarios as I danced and gave lap dances. My heart just wasn't in it. I almost felt bad for the customers that were getting subpar service. Sadly, Elisha's plan of getting Mike too intoxicated to perform did not pan out. The man was hardly touching his drinks. Fucker.

The conclusion I'd come to had me wanting to vomit. I had to do it. Even if I only got six months' jail time, I'd lose my jobs, my home, and basically everything I had left. Once released from jail, I would have no way to pay my debts. Mike, the bastard had me over a barrel and what was worse; he knew it. His smug smiles had been driving me crazy all night.

At the end of my shift, I slowly got changed back into my street clothes before wearily making my way up the stairs. Could my life get any more fucked up?

Mike waited in his stupid fancy SUV at the end of the alley. I reluctantly opened the door and got inside. The leather seat was cold against my naked legs. "Where are we going?"

"Impatient for this dick, are you?" I had to swallow back a snort at his audacity. "Don't worry, it's not far."

I turned my head to the side and watched as we flew through the streets. Sitting in silence seemed like the best plan. When I noticed we were leaving town, I panicked.

"Mike, where are we going?" I repeated.

"Chill. We're almost there."

My nerves continued to ramp up the further out of town we got. When Mike pulled into a drive and his headlights shone over a small barn, I knew he'd done this before. How the fuck else would he find some place so out of the way?

He stopped the SUV in front of the door and jumped out. Looking back at me, he swept his arm out in a grand gesture. "Welcome to my love shack. Now get your ass out here."

I fumbled with the door before opening it and hopping out. I really, really didn't want to follow this creep into his sleazy "love shack". He grabbed my arm and yanked me along behind him. After unlocking the door, he reached to the side, and I blinked in the sudden bright light.

Yep. He'd definitely brought other women out here. The large bed sitting centre stage had me tensing up. When I glanced around, there wasn't much else to see. A bar and a couple of chairs. And that damn bed.

Mike must have a stereo system hooked up because the sudden music had me jumping. "Come on, babe. I want my own private lap dance." He strutted to the bed, dropped on the edge, and waved me over.

"Can't we just get this over with?"

"I want the whole deal. Now show me those moves, sugar tits." Mike lost his smarmy smile and patted the bed with a glare. "Don't make me ask you again."

Swallowing the bile threatening to choke me, I closed my eyes and pretended to be back on stage at the club. I kicked off my sandals and when I swayed my hips in time to the music, Mike let out a short cheer. "That's it. Now let's see some skin."

A thought struck. The more turned on he got, the faster this would be over. With that in mind, I threw off my shirt and worked at giving the best performance of my life. I was shaking my ass, throwing slow high kicks, spreading my legs, giving him small glimpses and touching myself all over.

I unclipped my bra and let it fall forward, revealing my breasts to his lecherous stare. Dropping to the floor, I crawled toward him, then ran my hands from his ankle upward. So far, I had done nothing I wouldn't do at the club.

My hand shook as I rubbed it against the bulge in his pants, then popped the snap open. I yanked on either side until they parted and revealed the black boxers he wore underneath. I rubbed him through the soft material, feeling the dampness of pre-cum before backing up and getting to my feet.

Giving him my back, I swayed my hips and tugged my skirt down until I was standing in nothing but my black boy-shorts.

Was it worse that Mike was actually a good-looking guy? He could have any piece of ass he wanted. His cock, from what I'd felt, was nothing to be ashamed of. Why the fuck would he stoop to this shit?

I gave my head a shake and got back in the game. He easily laid back when I pressed against his shoulders. Climbing on, I rode his cock like there was nothing between us. Grabbing his hands, I placed them on my breasts. He immediately pinched and tugged on my nipples.

I looked straight ahead, not wanting to see his hands on my body as I continued to grind against him.

He sat up and pulled his polo shirt over his head. "Okay," he growled out. "Enough playing. I want you to suck my dick like a good little slut. I heard all about your skill from Brad."

My body froze up. Straight up refused to cooperate. Mike pushed me to the side and stood up to take the rest of his clothes off.

"Get on your knees, whore," he growled.

My body still refused to work. I couldn't hold back a small squeal when he grabbed my ankle and yanked me off the bed to land in a heap on the floor. My head was down when he grabbed a handful of hair and yanked me upward, forcing me to look at his ugly sneer. I should have expected the slap, but it still shocked me. Pain exploded on the right side of my face.

"If you bite me, I'll fucking kill you, and nobody will ever find your body. Got it?"

I'd barely managed to nod my head with his tight grip, still holding me hostage before he was shoving his cock against my lips. Another slap across the cheek. My hands landed on top of his thighs as I ineffectively tried to get some distance.

"Open up and suck, you worthless cunt."

What choice did I have? There was nobody to hear me scream. No help was coming. And I'd agreed to this. I opened my mouth.

He shoved his way past my lips, as deep as he could go, using my hair as reins to move me where he wanted. I fought not to throw up. Choking to death on my vomit while being forced to give head did not seem like a good way to die.

Tears streamed down my face as he fucked in and out of my mouth. Saliva dripped out of my mouth as he rammed against my gag reflex over and over. I tried everything I could think of to distance myself from the experience. Tried blocking out the grunting and groaning coming from Mike. But the pain kept dragging me back. Of fucking course, I wasn't lucky enough to run afoul of a one pump chump. Looked like Mike had some stamina.

He finally pulled his dick out of my mouth. I sucked in huge lungs full of air and wiped at the mess of saliva. He pushed my head to the side and released his hold before sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Climb on bitch. I want to watch those big titties bouncing while you fuck me." God, I wanted to punch his smug face, but I knew that would only bring more problems. "Get yourself wet. I don't want to fuck a dry hole," Mike ordered.

"At least put a condom on," I pleaded. God only knows what diseases this piece of shit could give me. I used the edge of the bed to pull myself up. Something told me that if I didn't listen to his instructions, things could get even worse for me.

"Thanks for reminding me," he said. "Grab one from my wallet. Wouldn't want to bring any of your diseases home to the little wifey."

Yeah, cause that's what I was worried about. I scooped up his pants and rifled through his wallet until I had a gold foil square in hand.

"Hurry it up and get it on," Mike grouched. "I don't have all night."

My hands shook so bad I could barely get the condom out of its wrapper.

"Give it to me. You're fucking useless." He glared at me. "I sure hope you fuck better than you give head. So far, you haven't earned your freedom."

While he rolled the condom on his erection, I considered taking off. But where would I go? We were in the middle of butt fuck nowhere. And I know my limitations…running was not one of my strong suits.

I spat into my cupped fingers, hating myself for what I was about to do, then rubbed the moisture into my folds and around my hole. Tossing a leg over, I straddled Mike. Grasping his dick, I lined it up with my pussy and sank down. I could do this. My freedom depended on it.

Mike thrust upward, fully impaling me on his cock. I sat still, trying to adjust to having something shoved into my vag with no prep. It fucking hurt even with the bit of moisture I'd tried adding.

"If I wanted a cold fish to act like a statue and take it, I could have gone home to my wife," Mike panted out. "Fuck me like you mean it or my next stop is to talk to my good friend, Sargent Larouso."

Aw hell. Of course, he'd be friends with Larouso. The man has hated me for years. "Geeze, Mike. You could give a girl a moment to adjust to your size. You're not exactly little," I tried stroking his ego.

He smirked up at me as he ran his hand up and down my arm. "Sorry babe. Guess you haven't been with a real man in a while."

Barf. I picked a spot on the wall and locked my gaze on it, refusing to watch. When I started riding him, he palmed my breasts as they swayed with my movements. "Damn," he breathed out. "I knew you'd look fucking amazing riding my monster."

I jerked back when he suddenly slapped the side of my breast before grasping it then pinching my nipple. I needed this to be over.

Riding him frantically, I chanted, "Yes. Yes. Oh Mike, you're so big. Fuck me harder. Come in my pussy!" I hoped my act was convincing, and that he was too lost to lust to notice I was still dry as dust.

"Like that, do you slut?" He grabbed my waist, pulled me off his dick, and flipped me onto my back. "I'm going to fuck you so hard you can't walk straight for a week."

I was surprised when he leaned down and sucked my nipple into his mouth. Much as I hated to admit it, I didn't hate it. He ran a hand down my stomach, down my mound, and then found my clit. God dang it. Don't tell me this asshole was actually going to attempt to get an orgasm out of me. That was so not happening. But if it would hurry things along…

"Oh, Mike. That's it. Fuck yes," I let out a long moan. "Rub my clit. Oh. I'm getting close. Get that dick in me so we can cum together."

I really hoped he was buying this shit. Must have worked because he mounted me, spreading my legs wide, and shoved his dick back into my pussy. When he leaned down to kiss me, I turned my head.

Big mistake. He sat upright and before I could try to defend myself, slapped my face.

"Who the fuck are you to turn away from me?" he shouted down at me. "Wasn't I being nice to you?" He slapped me across the face again.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry," I cried out, tears streaming down my face.

His smile was pure evil. "That's better." He pulled out and flipped me onto my stomach. "Up on your hands and knees."

I struggled to follow his direction. My fucking head was killing me, and my heart wouldn't stop racing. I thought for sure he'd beat me bloody when he'd started yelling.

He pulled my ass cheeks apart and slammed back into me. He smacked my ass repeatedly as he pounded into me, yelling obscenities the entire time. I was numb to it all. I kept my head down and shut the fuck up. Finally, his groaning increased, and his movements shuddered. I felt both relieved and disgusted while he orgasmed.

He dropped beside me, his breathing ragged. "That's one tight pussy for you being such a slut."

Rolling to the side, I dropped my legs to the floor and stood on shaky legs. I struggled back into my clothing as tears dripped down my cheeks. I wiped them away furtively, not wanting to give Mike the satisfaction.

He slowly got to his feet, yawned and stretched his arms above his head. "That was great." I stood by the door, staring at it as he got dressed. I'd never been so glad to see the sky as when we walked out the door.

"Thanks for the suck and fuck, sugar tits." After swatting me hard across the ass, Mike walked toward his SUV. "Enjoy your walk home."

"You can't leave me out here!"

"It'll be good for you. It'll teach you to be nicer to me." He smirked at me. "Maybe next time I'll let some of my boys in on the fun."

"What the fuck? This was supposed to be one time," I screamed at his back.

"Nah, I own your ass now," he said before driving away and leaving me in the pitch black.

I dropped to my knees and vomited. Once I was done, I picked myself up and let out a long scream. My life fucking sucked!