Night Rain (closed)

Elizabeth jumped as one of the girls pinched her ass, "Rain, Kitty's almost done out there. Hurry up."

She was hurrying, buckling the white stiletto heels that added over four inches to her 5'7" frame. She looked at herself in the mirror, long bouncing red curls, currently tied in pigtails, fake eyelashes and heavy makeup highlighting her ocean blue eyes, hiding the freckles that made her look younger than her 20 years. She checked her costume one last time, the short flounce of the schoolgirl skirt and skimpy cropped button shirt that barely stretched over her round breasts. Underneath, and soon to be all between her and a roomful of horny men, was a shimmering white g-string and matching string bikini top.

She had been stripping for over a year now, discovering that waiting tables wasn't going to pay her way through college, much less law school. She had gotten very comfortable, and pretty successful with it, as evidenced by her theatric flirting with the big black bouncer, Ruben. She slid her body against his, knowing that some of the customers nearby would be drawn to the movement, the contrast of her slim, pale body twining around his hard muscled dark one, even during Kitty's finale.

She kissed his cheek lightly, winking at a leering man in a business suit. "Ruben, baby, can you lift me up to the stage, you know those stairs are murder in these shoes..." He rolled his eyes and smiled back, playing her game with her, even though she was seconds away from doing things in those shoes that took much more dexterity than stairs ever would. His big dark hands wrapped around her small waist, picking her up high and setting her feet lightly on the edge of the stage, even as Kitty was coming down the stairs and her music was starting.

A couple of her regulars cheered, catcalling her name... well... her stage name and she strutted onto the stage, pretending to be surprised to find them there, pressing her fingers to her lips and slowly, delicately beginning to dance, sucking on her finger before trailing wetness over her lower lip and down her chest, undoing one button at a time on the thin white shirt. She let the shirt fall to her shoulders, making sure that every table got a good teasing view as she played around the two poles on the long stage.

She teased, she danced, she played with the crowd, sinuously slipping out of the skirt after giving everyone in the club a few good chances to see the flash of her pale skin under its pleats.

The preliminaries attended to she got down to the business of grinding against the pole, letting nearby men slip bills into the straps on her costume, spreading her legs and shimmying her way down the warm metal until the small scrap of shimmering fabric covering her perfectly smooth pussy ended up inches from the face of a guy leaning over the bar. She stayed there, writhing her body close enough to feel his breath between her legs until he slid a bill under her g string, his fingers glancing across her pussy lips, to the applause of a couple guys nearby and the the menacing glare of Ruben. She applauded him as well then stroked her hands up her hips and ribcage, cupping her breasts and moving to work another part of the stage, another knot of men at the bar.

She worked two nights a week, sometimes three, making enough to pay for her apartment, her school bills, and had enough time left over to study. And it made her feel like a million bucks, sexy and sweet and in control.

She had her rules, she'd do private lap dances, but not private parties. Even here on site, the back room had a bad reputation. It wasn't outright prostitution, but given enough cash the manager and the bouncers would simply ignore what went on back there. The money could be really good, and not every group of men who claimed the VIP room wanting to go past the line, but she was happy with what she made dancing, no reason to push her luck.

It had been one of those days, which had continued into one of those nights. Tommy had been working twelve hour days all week, busting his ass along with everyone else in the shop, welding, cutting, fabricating big pieces of pipe for half a dozen different construction projects that all needed to be done RIGHT NOW! At least the money, the overtime, was good. After the sixth day of it, they were all ready to blow off some steam.

They'd started at a bar near the shop, and after a couple of stops found themselves downtown. As it was getting late, one of the guys said the inevitable: "Let's hit the strip clubs on the east side!". Normally, Tommy wasn't one to go to strip clubs. But, normally, he was in a relationship, and he invariably wound up with women who frowned upon his frequenting said establishments.

Having just been dumped the other day, however, gave him a different outlook this evening. All the extra overtime money was going into some slut's college fund, and he was fine with that.

So they made their way across to the East Side and wound up at a seedy-looking joint, ogling the girls from the bar. Some stripper named "Rain" was getting on stage, and Tommy couldn't take his eyes off her as she moved around the stage in the most sensual way. Her abundant hair kept him from seeing much of her face at all, but she had a killer, rockin, curvy body... The kind he always fell hard for. Nice big tits, child-bearing hips, a saunter and an appeal about her that was simply undeniable.

Tommy ordered another beer. Don't fall for the first stripper you see you idiot! But the guys had already noticed, and one of them, unbeknownst to Tommy, was inquiring about a lapdance from Rain, on Tommy. He hadn't really intended on getting any lapdances; hell, he was still in his work clothes! But the guys pushed him into a low seat, and he pulled out his wallet to retrieve a goodly amount of cash as Rain sauntered towards him after her set...

Her set ended, leaving her sweating and out of breath, flushed with the exertion and her costume acting as a wallet. It had been a good set for a usually quiet night, a good bunch of guys ready to lay out cash for tawdry exposure of flesh.

Ruben wrapped a thickly muscled arm around her thighs and pulled her off the stage, she slid down him like a fireman's pole, giggling with the adrenaline high that dancing always gave her.

A couple of guys dressed in dirty jeans, real working men, were waiting for her. "Hey Rain, is it? We got a buddy that needs you, bad." She grinned at the eager guys, gathering the money from her costume and making sure it got put in her clip behind the bar. "Of course, let's make sure your friend gets taken care of." She was laughing and flirting with the men, letting them lead her back to a rowdy table where they had pressed a man into a deep laid back chair. As the next set started, the music booming in the dark space she clambered into his lap straddling his legs, her own legs spread wide, grinding her hips deep into his crotch. His friends crowed, urging him on and enjoying the show. She captured his hands, leading him to cup her breasts, arching her back and flipping her long curly pigtails over his chest. She turned too look at him over her shoulder, smiling sweetly.

"Are you having fun, baby?" And then she nearly choked. She forced herself to look forward again, trying to maintain her professional detachment. Tommy. Her heart dropped like a stone. Her big brother, Tommy. She'd never told her family what she was doing to pay for school. It would kill her parents. It would kill Tommy. Had he recognized her? Had he called her over because he had recognized her?

She continued moving, her body swaying mechanically while she played for time. Her brother worked all the way over on the other side of town? What was he doing here? Was there any way she could get out of this? She felt his cock twitch against her ass and shuddered. She slid around to straddle him facing him, trying to keep her face hidden in the dark, leaning low over him until her lips almost touched his ear and his breath warmed her skin. She could smell the shop on him, the earth scent of a man who has worked hard and deserves a beer.

What the hell was she going to do?

Tommy thought there was something a little familiar about the girl when she sauntered into his lap, but he was quickly distracted by that train of thought by the stripper taking his hands and making him feel her up.

Damn she had some nice tits. All the guys were saying so, anyway, and he had to agree, as he was only too eager to squeeze and play with them. His cock stiffened in his jeans as she ground herself on him in her little string bikini.

But then, that voice...

Why was that voice so familiar? No, it couldn't be, it was loud in here, he must be hearing things. As she turned around in his lap, his eyes were focused on her smokin-hot hody, and not her face. Her hot breath on his skin only caused his cock to twitch painfully beneath her, and it took every bit of willpower to keep his hands off her.

"Another song for Tommy!" the guys teased, throwing more money at Rain...

His cock twitched in his jeans, pressing against her.

Her brother's hard cock, pressing into her bare thigh, hot and thick, through his jeans

This was not right, not good at all. Either Tommy had always lusted after his little sister, which was... yuck..., or he didn't recognize her, not yet at least, which meant she had a chance, but she had to get away from him soon. And hope he and his buddies moved on before her next set.

And really hope they moved on before her last set, the one she did with Jessica. Because her brother should not see his baby sister crawling around on stage on a leash.

She tried to focus on making sure he enjoyed himself. Maybe he wouldn't figure out who she was if there wasn't any blood in his brain.

"Another song for Tommy!" his friends tossed some more money at her and she smiled and teasingly pulled her bikini top back, letting them slide the tuck the bills into her breasts. That was the plan, Tommy couldn't recognize her unless he could think, she could handle this.

So she danced, grinding close to him, whispering into his ear, "grab my ass baby... you'll like it..." She felt him shiver and stiffen as her breath caressed his neck and she tried to treat him like another customer, a guy with a lot of money and someone she wanted to make really happy. She arched her back and shook her breasts for him, his friends cheering.

She was rubbing her breasts while he squeezed her ass when she sat up and looked him full in the face and saw his eyes widen, feeling his hands clench hard from the surprise. She moaned as his fingers dug into her ass and the song ended. "Gentlemen, I think Tommy's had enough," she grinned around to his friends, trying to figure a way to get away from them before his legendary temper exploded.

Tommy was really enjoying this whole lapdance thing. Quite a bit. It was really rather stimulating, and this Rain girl certainly knew what she was doing!

And then she turned around, and pulled back away from him near the end of the second song, and their eyes locked and he knew.

He knew.

His little sister Elizabeth was a stripper. She was writhing about in his lap like a whore, for money. His hands tightened on her firm asscheeks, pressing her hot pussy right down hard on his burning hot erection. It was so wrong... All of this was so wrong... His desire and lust for this woman instantly turned to anger and resentment, as now he really knew there was no way he could have her.

"Thanks for the dance, Rain," he said with a smirk as he released her, and let her get away... For now.

He turned to one of his buddies. "So tell me about the private rooms..." he said, never taking his eyes off his sister as she worked the floor, flirting and dancing her way around the dark room. Every lap dance she gave made him more angry. Angry for so many reasons, chief among them his failure to protect her from this kind of life. Where had he gone wrong?

She felt his eyes following her around the club and tried to think how she could explain it to him. She smiled and bent over a table of some guys in suits, letting them admire her deep cleavage. How could she tell Tommy that was just work? she gave another lap dance, her customer's hands groping over her hips while she tossed her head back and moaned. How could she tell him that meant nothing? One of her regulars picked her up and laid her on the bar for body shots, laughing and joking all the while. How could she explain to him that this was the best job she'd had?

She would glance over and see him there, watching her through the dim light and pounding music. Soon it was time for her to change for her next set, she gathered her tips, kissed Ruben good bye for the moment and headed for the changing room. She put her money in her wallet and locked her purse back in her locker when Jessica came in.

Jessica was a blonde woman who was simply gorgeous. Rich brown eyes, huge round breasts, the woman was built. As far as she was concerned, Jessica ran the dancers while the manager ran the club. And no one who wanted to work there for long disagreed. Elizabeth never knew if Jessica was her real name or a stage name, it was the only thing anyone called her here.

She pulled her pigtails down and brushed out her hair, pinning it up at the temples and curling the ends, trying to gauge Jessica's mood without seeming to watch the other woman. Jessica, more than anything else, determined whether it would be a good night or a bad night for her, and she didn't need one of Jessica's bad nights while her brother was here.

When Rain had started to become popular, when she started to be scheduled every weekend, Jessica had sprung the idea of a set with both of them on her. Something toward the end of the evening something that would really rile the guys. Jessica had sold the idea as something playful, a mock S&M thing with a collar and chained leash and a crop, "just as a prop". Elizabeth had agreed that it would really spark some interest, and Jessica had the instincts for cash. And to be fair, it did. but the Jessica started having bad moods, and on a bad night Elizabeth could come home with a dozen little red welts from the crop. She thought Jessica got into it more than she should. But it was once a week and most of the time it was fine, just a job.

So far Jessica seemed pretty normal, vain and self centered, but not in one of her more sadistic moods.

Elizabeth went back to changing into her star themed costume, hot pants and a mesh halter top with strategically placed shiny stickers. She touched up her makeup and went back out on stage, the table with her brother's friends still full and going strong, his cold eyes still following her every move. She tried to focus, tried not to think about him watching her move, watching her strut from one end of the stage to the other. She wrapped her leg around the pole, pulling herself close to the metal and writhing against it in time to the music. She was off, she felt it, missing opportunities to focus on one man or another and earn extra tips. Even Ruben was giving her a worried look when her set was done and he pulled her off the stage.

"You okay, Red?"

She flashed him a bright smile before moving away to work the crowd, "All good, Papa Bear."

Jessica's set was next, the lights going even darker and the stage lit with flame red. Where Rain's stage presence was playful, approachable, and harmless, Jessica's smoldering, dark and dangerous. Jessica's regulars were the ones who made the private room rough and creepy, but they were fiercely loyal and willing to lay out a ton of cash for the privilege.

"Hey, Tommy, you do know Rain's not the only girl in here, right?" one of the guys ribbed him.

"Aww, he's falling for the whore!"

"Haven't we all, though? I mean, just look at her..."

Tommy's mood had definitely soured, but he did his best to keep it under wraps. He would never live it down if the guys found out his own sister had given him such an impressive lapdance.

Conflicting urges roiled behind his dark eyes. The urge to protect... To punish... To lust... Thr combination almost made him sick. The emotional mess this created in a man not exactly known for having a lot of emotional depth was overwhelming. This was fucking personal though. Fucking family. Fucking blood.

Fucking...

He had to admit, he wanted her. His own sister. He'd had far more than his fair share of gorgeous women in his bed, but none had ever turned him on the way she did, with a single lapdance.

He ordered up another round of beer, lit a cigarette, sat back and watched her next set. Afterwards, he could haven given a shit about Miss Jessica... His eyes were stuck on "Rain".

"Guys, guys, in honor of Tommy's first strip club night, let's pitch in and make sure its memorable. Private room with Rain...?"

She tried to stay away form the table with him and his friends. She tried to tone down her work to something... well... not what she usually did. She tried. She got a light smack on her ass and turned around with a grin, expecting one of her customers and finding a couple of Tommy's friends.

"Our boy, Tommy, he wants to see you in private. You do that here, don't you, the private room? We're buying." She opened her mouth to give her usual answer, introduce them to one of the dancers who did accept private groups... but this was her brother. All of her usual arguments about safety and treatment didn't apply here. He might be mad at her, but he wouldn't let anyone take advantage of her. Come to think of it, if he was going to yell at her, here was a better place than at home, the sound proofing of the private room was better than the thin walls of her apartment.

She smiled and nodded, "For a special guy like Tommy, I can't say no." She slid her arm into theirs and took them to the manager, watching as they turned over more than she made in a night for the use of the private room for an hour. The manager quickly listed the additional costs if the dancer missed her next set, a bigger number if she missed her next shift, and a truly outrageous number if the room wasn't returned in its original condition. She felt vaguely dirty, like it wasn't a game anymore, flirting for cash, but a serious business transaction where none of the parties exchanging money were even looking at her.

One of the men took her by her waist, his thumb running up and down the base of her spine, cupping her ass while looking to his friend. "You get get Tommy, I'll take her back." she let herself be led to the door next to the one way mirror. Ruben looked as stone faced as always, but Jessica lifted an eyebrow in mock surprise.

The private room had a great view of the main stage, as well as its own deep chairs and couches nestled close around a low lit platform with a pole. A small bar was tucked away in one corner. It was darker and quieter back here, the soundproofing keeping it separate from the main room. Tommy's friend ushered her in and caught her wrist, pinning her between him and the bar, she could smell the beer on his breath as she tried to squirm past him.

"You're pretty, for a whore, you know that?" he stroked her throat down to her breast, tugging her back hard when she tried to move away, peeling back her bikini top and pinching her nipple. "Not gonna hurt you, pretty little whore, just wanted to get a taste before Tommy and the guys get here..." Thankfully whatever taste he was looking for, his time to get it expired when the door opened, Tommy getting pushed through it accompanied by laughter and half drunken revelry.

Elizabeth turned her wide, sacred eyes to her brother as the other man's hand slid from her bare breast, releasing the pressure on her hips, pinning her to the cold edge of the bar. she tried to find a convincing smile, "Hello, Tommy..."

"Hello... Rain," Tommy replied, and nearly spat right then. He glared at his friend, and the guy quickly understood to get the fuck out. The door closed behind him, and Tommy turned his attention back to his sister.

"Well isn't this a surprise," he said, walking over to the bar. He went around behind it, and grabbed a beer from the cooler. His mind reeled from... well, from everything. He took a long drink from the beer, almost enjoying the way she squirmed uncomfortably. He lit a cigarette, taking a deep drag as he looked her up and down in her skimpy outfit.

"I got to say, Lizzy, you've got the body for it. I was enjoying it, that's for sure." He tapped away some ash in the ashtray. He took another drag before snuffing the cig out half-smoked. "So I've never had the pleasure of one of these private rooms."

He went past her and sat down in a big, low plush seat. "I trust you can show me what the appeal is," he said, lasciviously looking her body up and down.

His voice was low, angry, and his friends left them alone, shutting the door, leaving them in quiet darkness. She watched him come toward her, hanging on to the bar and trying to resist the urge to cover herself in front of him. She was wearing less now han she did to most pool parties, but even that was beside the point. She was wearing it differently. The glitter in her hair and on her skin, the heavy makeup, the heels lifting her to look him nearly in the eyes. She was wearing it to be attractive to men, to hint that she was available for men.

And that she had never done in front of her brother. That is what made her squirm. She waited for him to start yelling.

"I got to say, Lizzy, you've got the body for it. I was enjoying it, that's for sure."He smoked and snubbed the butt out with a forcefulness that didn't come out in his bitter words. She blushed deeply, shamefully, recalling how much he was enjoying her.

He took a seat in one of the deep, low chairs, facing the small private stage and the window onto the main club.

"So I've never had the pleasure of one of these private rooms. I trust you can show me what the appeal is." He looked at her, hungrily, eyeing her body, mostly bare already.

She sat down next to him, curling her legs under her, almost like they were at home, going to fight over the tv remote or something else normal. "Tommy... Tommy please... stop it... let me explain. I needed the money, and this place doesn't make you do anything you don't want to..." her voice trailed off seeing the look in his eye. She'd never seen him like this. He was pissed, but was that all that made him so scary right now?

Was he pissed off? Angry?

Oh yes.

His little sister was strutting her stuff all over this club, in next to nothing. Grinding in men's laps for money. She had made herself into a sex object. His own little sister!

Well, if she wanted to be a piece of meat, he would treat her like one. Maybe even teach her a lesson. He also couldn't deny that the pervert in him wanted to feel her body rubbing on his again. It was wrong, and it had turned him on terribly. Even now, he was starting to get hard.

"My buddies didn't pay hundreds of dollars for this hour alone with you so we could hae a nice conversation, Lizzy," he said, his eyes lingering on her body but hardly looking at her face. "I want to see the whole whore act. I want to see just what kind of girl you really are. Now."

And even as he said it, his hands were unfastening his belt, undoing the button on his jeans...

"I want to see the whole whore act. I want to see just what kind of girl you really are. Now." She'd never heard him talk like that. It chilled her some place deep and she was horrified to see him reaching for his belt, his zipper, and sliding his hand into his pants. His fingers were reaching for the massive lump his cock made in his jeans, already getting hard. She looked away, feeling her cheeks flush and trying to think through her options.

She could go tell Ruben a customer was getting fresh. His money would be refunded and lip service would be paid to her comfort. But a girl who cost the club money was one who wouldn't work there much longer, and, all things considered, she needed this job. She had gotten very used to having enough money and time to spend it.

Or she could dance for him.

She touched his shoulder softly, "Tommy... please... please don't tell Daddy and Mom, okay? I'll.. I'll do what you want." She turned the sound system up a bit, getting the same music being played for the main stage and tried to focus on her body, her movements. She moved up onto the pole, taking some comfort in the extra inches between them it provided. Even so, when she held the pole and leaned back, she felt her hair brush over his knees.

She tried not to look at what he was doing, catching glimpses of his cock. She was beginning to realize that her brother was very gifted indeed. She flushed again, writhing down the shining pole, grinding her hips into the metal.

He might not believe it, but she didn't accept private rooms or parties. This was beyond her comfort zone, being this close without the benefit of the bouncer's watchful eye and the semi public nature of the club floor. They were really alone in here, they could see into the club but not be seen themselves. She had only heard stories of what the other girls did back here. She truly hoped that Tommy didn't know those stories... or if he did that he wasn't planning to reenact them with her.