Fooling the Mafia (closed for RPkitten)

[Rpkitten]

Tanya nodded her head as she listened to Randy stutter his way through detailing this Victor's preferences. "Well that's good to know," she smiled and finished the last of her little meal. "He's dominate, likes it rough and prefers a little fight in his playthings. I can definitely use that." She dabs a cloth napkin to her lips, then lays it over her plate to signal she has finished. "Randy, I owe you one -- you've helped me more than you know."

"Um, I'd actually appreciate it if you didn't mention this to Anders or Marcus... It's not that they don't want you to k-k-k-know what to do, more about...being selective about how much to share. Maybe not wanting us to know everything."

"Our little secret -- promise," Tanya smiles and traces a cross over her heart (and makes an extra mental note to keep Randy close... he was likely to be a valuable source in the days to come!). She glances to the clock then back to him. "I bet you have to go soon. Don't want to hold up the boss' meal or give them the wrong idea about why you're spending so much time in here with me, do you?" she teases with a playful wink. "But you feel free to come back anytime you like and visit. This place is a bit lacking in ... proper company," she laughs.

 

[Bevatoria]

"I bet you have to go soon. Don't want to hold up the boss' meal or give them the wrong idea about why you're spending so much time in here with me, do you?" teased Tanya.

"S-s-somehow I doubt they would." If his slight stature didn't do it, his complete lack of confidence and seeming clumsiness never gave the impression that Randy was a lady's man. He wasn't in a position that ever got any freebies, either - that went to the people who actually risked their lives every day.

Well, I did almost get shot at once...he thought.

"But you feel free to come back anytime you like and visit. This place is a bit lacking in ... proper company,"

Again, a wistful sigh. "I will m-m-m-make every effort, m'lady." He meant every word, but Randy knew that the cameras watching the halls - although not *all* of the rooms - would ensure his visits would have to be on duty only.

He dutifully cleaned the table quickly, and with a bow, left the room.

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OOC: Time jumping here to Tanya's first set.

IC:

It was like the dirty little secret that nobody could talk about but everyone knew. The entire club had subdued lighting, dimly lit around the tables as if the slight darkness made its patrons feel better about what they were doing, which was alternating between watching the dancers and talking business, depending on which captured their mood more.

Several tables of varying size and occupancy dot the floor - tonight's a relatively quiet night - all of polished wood in an attempt to look high class. Large booths line the walls, those tables made of dark black marble and white plush seating. A bar occupies one far wall facing the stage, with 2 bartenders ably serving everyone's drinking requirements.

Waitresses still scurry to and fro, heels clicking on the hard floor as they carry out their duties. The amount of clothing they wear make it abundantly clear what kind of 'duties' they're expected to carry out. Short black dresses are the norm, all of them with slits up the side or down the chest to expose as much skin as possible.

One blonde, wearing just a bra and panties, seems to stay with her patrons after she delivers their drinks, giggling and enduring several stray hands over and under her clothes before accepting a generous tip as she walks away. Another well-endowed redhead, with what looks like just a blouse, is giving an enthusiastic ride to a bald man near the back, enjoying some hoots and hollers as he unbuttons her one item of clothing.

Another private dance is happening near the bar, an agile and slim black woman gyrating against one of the few poles that dot the floor, rubbing her body against it impassively, a thong the only thing between her and total nudity while three men (the paying customers) look on. It's at that point one patron - a younger man still new to the pleasures of this private institution - gets a little too close, and grabs one of her tits.

To her credit, the pole dancer only flinches slightly, and doesn't react, her braided black hair still swaying as she gyrates her body. Thinking this counts as consent, the man reaches in to get another grab in, but he doesn't reach an inch before getting grabbed.

Two men, both in shades, and both with don't-mess-with-me looks on their faces, come out of seemingly nowhere and wrench his shoulders back, dragging the kicking patron through the tables and a back door, which leads to a rather unceremonious exit - after several twists and turns, the alley where all the garbage gets dumped out.

A shout can be heard, but after a couple of thumps and the slam of a door, he's never heard from again, and the guards resume their vigil. They're not entirely blind to the lecherous goings on about them, but they're on duty now. This is what they're paid for; watch for trouble, and take the patrons who don't understand *who* they're dealing with...well, out to the back alley.

Care is ensured to make sure they get taken to the right 'private back alley' and not the one where entitled patrons take the girls who strike their fancy for five or ten minutes. As if on cue, while the bouncers resume their station, a patron, under escort, walks behind them, zipping up his pants after a good session with another of the club's escorts.

Music at a loud but not earsplitting volume rumbles through the main floor, with it being slightly quieter at the booths to allow more serious discussions to take place. At the largest of the booths (and also the one closest to the stage), a familiar patron boringly leans back, his attention on the latest of dancers attempting to gain attention and adoration from the crowd.

A blonde, grinding the pole to "I'm a slave 4 u", eats up the stares of all the other patrons as she takes full advantage of the significant staging area - it's white fluorescent flooring and lighting letting no detail go unnoticed by anyone watching. One pole lines the center back of the stage, with an extended walkway leading to another rectangle further out into the club, where two more poles, mostly unused, lie for stage dancers who wish to get closer to anyone watching them.

Or for rare occasions where more then one dancer takes the stage. Tonight is not one of those nights, as the song ends, and Vincent sighs. Two advisers chat nearby about travel arrangements to be made the next day, while two of his own guards stand at attention, trying to look intimidating without weapons when over two dozen of Anders' men line the premises. The music died down, and the hooting and hollering of the two dozen or so patrons near the stage is met with a scowl by Vincent. So far, none of the dancers had impressed him with longevity or subtlety, to say nothing of their outfits. Where was a dance who knew how to tease, torment, and resist?

Unbeknownst to him, he was about to get his answer as the voice of the evening's deejay boomed. "Ladies and gentleman, please welcome a newcomer to our establishment, the one and only Tanya Fawn!!!" Polite applause and a dimming of the stage's lights make him shake his head, and even his assistants seem disgusted as the three men obligingly look at the stage as the spotlight, for the moment, is the only thing lighting up the club.

Their expressions soon change as the curtain parts, and the opening chords to a familiar song greet Tanya's arrival. Even the guards, meant to be impassively watching the club for danger, end up entranced as she starts her routine.

Normally, that'd mean they were much less well trained then Anders' crew, but all that meant was they were just batting a lower percentage then they were for ogling the brunette on stage as she danced.

 

[Rpkitten]

Tanya stood backstage peering through a thin split in the curtain as she nervously waited for the DJ to announce her to the audience for the first time. She had selected an outfit for the occasion she felt was generic enough (since she wasn't sure what the song would be or if there was a theme or something planned for her), but also showed off her talents -- a silver triangle bikini top and sheer tutu skirt with matching black thong, garter and stockings.

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Seemed to be a fairly quiet night, she thought as her dark eyes took in the crowd. A few gents were enjoying the sights and dancers grinding in their laps, but judging from the angle of most of the audience's leers it was clear who the queen of the hill was this night -- a curvy, ample-bottomed blonde writhing against a pole on the central stage. Tanya wasn't sure if she was more likely to be friend or enemy, but was certain she'd find out sooner rather than later.

Soon her song ends and the PA system crackles to life with the DJ's voice. "Ladies and gentleman, please welcome a newcomer to our establishment, the one and only Tanya Fawn!!!"

Tanya split the curtain and walked out, legs crossing in a model's catwalk with stiletto heels punctuating the song's beat with every step. She wasn't familiar with the song, but that hardly mattered ... she could pick up the rhythm easy enough and doubted anyone was going to ask her to sing along anyway. She kept her eyes lowered, ignoring the heat of men's stares on her, and especially paid no attention to Victor or his men. She exuded confidence far beyond her newcomer status. She took a slight turn around the pole, slow so the men could all get a view behind her tiny, frilly skirt then leaned back against the polished, silver pole. Her hips struck left and right to the beat as her body slowly glided lower. Her fingers raked up through her hair, tossling it around like a silky whip and let it fall down over her face in a veil.

At the bottom of her dip Tanya spread her knees, opening her panty-covered sex to the view of her audience and bounced three beats before straightening back up. She made sure she was facing Victor's table, but never opened her eyes or acknowledged them. Every sensual move designed to show she was above them, better than them... and from what Randy had shared, she suspected that might strike a nerve in the egotistical man.

She turned to face the pole and bent forward, long legs held straight and arching her back as groans and catcalls were tossed as she presented her ass to the crowd, which was the signal she had waited for. Now well into the song she could smell the audience's desire and their demands for more flesh had been growing with every measure. And it was time to reward their wait... but not Victor or his table. Tanya split her eyelids open and spied a gathering of men opposite from Victor's vantage. Their hands fanned dollar bills as if beckoning her over, and she complied -- hips swaying, wet tongue caressing her lips, and not giving Victor the time of fucking day.

 

[Bevatoria]

When you'd seen enough dancers, as Vincent had in the last few days, the moves seemed to blend together, and eventually you stopped looking for whoever could stretch out the most, bend or twist around poles, or whoever could spread their legs the widest. Watching enough of a certain thing made one go for the finer details of a performance to determine who did the best.

And it wasn't that he hadn't enjoyed the last performance by the blonde, Britney something-or-other - he couldn't be bothered to remember her name. But he had been beginning to wonder if taking Marcus' offer to stay one more night - on Anders' tab, no less - had been a mistake. He didn't mind the lack of people, but everything was the same. His assistants worrying over the same details (as they were paid to), the same girls coming out to try to 'impress' him, the same drinks bought over.

Vincent stopped wondering that way as loud guitar chords blared to life, bringing in the one dance he hadn't seen so far, one Tanya Fawn. He appreciated her grace, her natural routine as she strutted onto the stage, slowly turning around the pole to showcase her assets, the girl's smooth legs and tight ass graced by the tiniest of skirts, a thin thong, and hose on her calves.

That was what caught his eye, as any erotic dancer would. What kept it was her demeanor, seemingly uncaring about Vincent's approval as she smoothly lowered her body down, exposing her thong to the hooting crowd.

His table wasn't doing any of the hooting, but it was doing a lot of the staring, and his eyes locked onto her as he frowned. Even the most novice of dancer would see Vincent's booth, his guards and people clearly indicators of his importance, and give them a bit more 'attention' as they did their routine, hoping to get a private dance later and more money. But this Tanya, whoever she was, didn't seem to care, as she moved closer to another table as the booming music continued to loosely guide her movements.

His assistants picked up on his curiosity, and leaned in. "You wanna buy her, boss?"

Vincent cocked his head. "Not yet. I want to see more first." A sudden cheer greeted that statement, and five sets of male eyes were drawn back to the nubile brunette strutting her stuff, seeing her expose more of herself for her ogling patrons.

A blur appeared in his peripheral vision as an article of clothing flew through the air, landing right in the middle of Vincent's table. Only the quick hands of one of the guards saved his drink from being completely upended onto the table (and likely onto his lap); as it was, a small dribble splashed him on the back of his hand.

He eyed the offending liquid carefully, and his assistants eyed him uneasily, as he deliberately wiped himself off, a half grin appearing on his face as he returned his gaze to Tanya, only surreptitiously eying the offending garment to see what it was.

She is paying attention.

 

[Rpkitten]

((OOC: I assume the "offending garment" is supposed to be Tanya's? I'm going to assume that and if that's not right I can always come back and edit. )


The plan had started off well enough, namely ignoring the room's most prominent figure to build his desire for her. But now that she sensed he was 'on the line' she decided to give it a tug and reel him in. Her tiny silver top was sent in an arc over the stage and narrowly avoided landing in his drink if not for the quick hands of one of his guards.

Now that she had his attention, and he hers, Tanya deftly spun on her heels for one more energetic twirl around the pole that left her facing his table after her release. She raked her fingers up though her hair, hips stabbing at the beat before falling to her knees at the edge of the stage. Her bottom lip quivered from her own arousal at the thrill of so many strangers' eyes on her.. craving her. Her nipples puckered as she glided her hands over and teased them.

The crowd's energy matched the music's tempo and Tanya picked up her own pace. Down on spread knees before Vincent's table she hooked two thumbs in her thong, slowly pulling it down about a quarter of the way before suddenly stopping. Still on her knees, she leaned back, rolled her abs at the men and teasingly drew the thong lower. Then in one swift, sudden move Tanya rolled back onto her shoulders, peeling away her thong as she went and tossed it away to finally reveal her naked body to the crowd.

She ended her little twirl rolled on her belly and pushes back onto her knees, bare ass and pussy, once more damp from the trill of the dance, thrust towards Victor's face in offering. Her ass popped and bounced until she sensed one of his men reaching for her and she drew away... keeping herself literally out of his reach and metaphorically beyond Vincent's.

As the music drifts to its end she stands straight, long legs crossed and hands palming tits in faux modesty as she bows deep before wheeling and retreating to the side of the curtain.

 

[Bevatoria]

OOC: Definitely. His name's Vincent though, not Victor - Freudian slip?

IC:

Vincent's hands idly fingered Tanya's skimpy top, watching her as she spun around the pole, her own hands running up and down her body. Her hands squeezed and pinched her nipples as she looked longingly at the audience. Part if it was an act, he knew, but the heat in her eyes let it slip that part of it was real, too. She was getting off at being lusted after by the men in the club.

She fell to her knees as Vincent's thoughts briefly went to what she'd look like on her knees in front of him, taking him into her mouth, her eyes looking up submissively at him. He and his men were jolted back to reality as Tanya slid her thong down her legs, gyrating her torso until she pulled them off in one swift movement, leaving her naked.

At this point, she'd made her way closer to Vincent's table, and they didn't bother to avert their gazes as she inched closer to them, her wetness clearly visible as she gyrated herself closer to him. One of his men reached forward in wonder, and it was at that point that the tease chose to pull herself back, her song coming to an end.

With that, the lithe brunette disapeared behind the curtain, her hands over her tits as she was clearly applauded behind the curtain. It was fortunate that a brief intermission was called at that point, as anyone having to follow her would have a difficult time matching her.

Vincent's scowl was larger then his face; knowing he'd just been suckered, but also knowing that something had finally piqued his interest. He waved over a hostess, who dutifully scurried over in her ridiculously short black dress, knowing full well who he was, as he pulled several thousand dollar bills out of his pocket.

"I would like to have Tanya for the evening." While somewhat intimidated by the hard currency in front of her, the hostess gulped, betraying an unsual sense of nervousness.

"Would you like her sent up to your room?"

He paused in thought, as if considering whether to take her in a private or public venue. "No. Bring her out here, please."

The hostess obligingly took the currency, giving a glance into her ample cleavage as she did. "I don't know if she does that kind of-"

"She will." With that, the hostess scurried off, as one of the assistants leaned in to him.

 

[Rpkitten]

((OOC: GAH! Sorry about that! Used to RP with a "Victor"... I'll go fix that in my post now!))


It seemed Tanya had barely slipped her arms back into her robe backstage when one of the hostesses arrived to tell her a guest was requesting her services for the evening... not in the Champagne Room or one of their more private suites, but back in the dance room. She didn't have to ask who it was -- she knew.

Tanya took the folded wad of hundred dollar bills from the hostess and whistled. "Well then, I guess I better go give him his money's worth," she mused and turned for the dressing room. "But not yet. I think a tiny wait will do him some good."

If she followed her new best friend Randy, this Vincent fellow liked a little bite and fight in his girls. And there was no fun in breaking someone who crumbled at the first scent of a dominant personality. Better to keep him dangling on the line just a little bit longer. But not so long that he wiggles off the line or finds someone else to nibble on! Just a tiny, annoying wait...

~~Five tiny, annoying minutes later~~​

Tanya fetches another bra and thong to replace those she had shed and left behind during her performance and returns to the showroom. Vincent and his boys were still there and so far the DJ hadn't summoned the next girl out to perform, which was a tiny bit curious to her. She walks over to their booth, hands clasped before her and a pleasant smile to her lips. "Excuse me, sir" she said to Vincent. "I understand you desire my company tonight?"

 

[Bevatoria]

"Excuse me, sir. I understand you desire my company tonight?"

Those were the words that came from 'Tanya', the dancer who had teased and tormented Vincent and his booth just a few minutes ago. She'd made them wait - he knew that. Several experiences with the girls and hosts around here had given Vincent a very good idea of what kind of time she should've made it here in, especially with the money he'd put up. So she was testing his limits and now she was pretending she didn't know.

"Well, I did." he started, his lip curled in distaste. "But now that you're late, I'm not so sure any more." Vincent's smile was feral. "Why should I be left waiting by a common whore?"

Her response was unexpected, and he grinned. Finally, one with some fight in her. Vincent stood, and knowing their cues, his guards rose with him, encircling Tanya as Vincent moved in closer to her.

"Be careful what you say, wench, or I'll tie you up and let my guards have their way with you. Would you like that?"

Again, her fight was admirable, but futile as Vincent moved behind her, pinning her arms behind her back, his free hand moving up and down her body, showing careful attention to her tits and pussy under her skimpy coverings, yearning to tear them off of her body, but knowing it wasn't just time yet. Tanya's continued struggles was what got him. Even completely overwhelmed, she refused to yield, even as she was forced across the floor, his guards taking her arms as Vincent surged ahead to his room, Anders' bouncers taking no heed of the struggling young woman; Vincent had paid for his privilege, and the private lounge he was heading to.

A couple of turns down a back hallway led them to a well lit area, red and golden furniture and lights adorning the area, couches perfectly kept with pillows ideally placed. A state of affairs that was about to change as Vincent faced the young beauty, surrounded on all sides by men with one guard looking on as he forced her to her knees.

"I believe you should make up for the time I waited by getting my men off." He stepped back to a couch seat as one of his assistants moved in front of her and unzipped himself, the other two forcing her hands on their bulges, black slacks being forced out by hardening cocks. "I do enjoy a show, Miss Fawn, ...how you service them will determine how you service me."

 

[Rpkitten]

Tanya winced again as her already bruised knee strikes the club's hard floor for the second time in as many hours.

"I believe you should make up for the time I waited by getting my men off. I do enjoy a show, Miss Fawn, ...how you service them will determine how you service me."

Each of her hands were caught by a different guard and trust against their crotches while a third stepped right up to her face and drew down his zipper. Tanya's mouth watered in anticipation of the meal to come. Her hands pressed flat against the men's bulges and she had to admit she was quite impressed with what she felt swelling beneath their slacks.

"You sure the four of you are enough to handle me?" she teased and drew down one guard's zipper, then the other. "Maybe you should go get a couple more and we'll call it even..."

She looked to the man hovering before her and leaned in to nuzzled her lips through his open fly. Each of her hands continued to busy themsleves with freeing the other mens cocks while she rose up fully on her knees -- thighs straight and one ankle laced over the other in a deceptively submissive posture. She inhaled deep the forward guard's sweaty musk and traced her tongue around the man's boxers.

With each of the other guards' cocks free from their pants, she drew her face back and started to work on the dick in her right hand first. She licked around its tick, purple head, coaxing his member to rise before caressing her tongue across its full length. Tip to base she licked his cock, pausing at the end of her strokes to dab her tongue against its drooling 'mouth' while her left hand squeezed and slowly stroked the flesh it held.

 

[Bevatoria]

"You sure the four of you are enough to handle me?" teased Tanya defiantly, gently pulling two zippers down simulatenously. "Maybe you should go get a couple more and we'll call it even..."

Vincent watched the lithe brunette as she worked submissively on his 3 henchmen, her knees raised but head bowed in an obedient posture; he discreetly sent out a text message to fufill her wishes, albeit not immediately. He knew she wasn't submitting to them, merely servicing them in an attempt to get the greater prize; the man who would pay her depending on how she performed. Right now, she was jerking off two cocks while teasing the other one out with her mouth, nuzzling his hardness with her mouth through his boxers.

As she obeyed their every whim, hands and mouth pleasuring the the guards at her sides while teasing the one in front of her, she *still* seemed to be in control. She seemed to recognize that her body was a tool, even as she submitted to every man in the room, fulfilling their every desire.

His assistant in front leaned in closer, looking back to Vincent as if to ask if he could use his hands to torment her, but he inclined his head; he wanted her to keep what little clothes she had on, for the moment, even if they served no purpose other then to meet Vincent's wishes.

She sucked, and licked, and at some point all three cocks were out as she alternated between them, Vincent leaning back cooly, letting her meet the desires of his men. She could and would take every degradation and humiliation he would bring on her, only because he wanted it before he took her for himself. Letting her know of her place, that she would do whatever he wanted her to do, and the sounds of sucking, licking - and eventually, moaning - filled the room.

It became apparent that they were close, and he spoke for the first time in a while, eyes looking on impassively.

"Swallow their cum." he snapped. "I don't want to see a lick of it on you." He knew there would be; sex was nothing if not messy, sweat, grime, spit, and cum mixing together as one in the imperfect union of bodies - or in this case, a woman's mouth around 3 different members - but he loved watching her kneel, and submit.

Vincent smiled as he wondered if she would bend the same way when he took her...

 

[Rpkitten]

Tanya managed the three cocks as best she could with only two hands and a mouth to service them. She was a bit surprised to not be bent over with one of them sheathed deep inside her by now, but they hadn't so much as pawed at her tits, let alone strip her down and plow her. Maybe Vincent was saving that treasure for himself... or maybe he was sending her a message letting her know he wasn't going to give her what she so desperately needed. Either made no difference to her -- all it did was make her little flower grow wetter in anticipation.

"Swallow their cum. I don't want to see a lick of it on you."

Tanya spat out the cock that was pressing against her throat and released the other two from her fists. "Alright... but don't blame me if your boys can't hold their loads and shoot before I'm ready for 'em," she warned Vincent and tilted her face lower to drag her tongue over the guard's balls.

Tanya looked up at him, wet nuts against her lips and a heavy cock slapping down against her face. "When you feel like you're gonna cum, you grab my hair and force your dick in my mouth. And don't you fucking let me off you until every last fucking drop is out. I don't care if I'm gagging or drowning or kicking, you hold me there until your balls are as dry as a keg on New Years morning," she leers at him and begins to stroke him faster, base to tip and alternating between teasing his little dick slit with the tip of her tongue and sucking him down to keep his cock slick for her stroking.

"And you boys keep up, 'cause you're next," she tosses back to the other men before devouring the flesh in front of her again.

((OOC: Just a friendly reminder that I'll be gone from Thursday through next Wednesday! But then things should be back to normal! PROMISE! ~LOL~))

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[Bevatoria]

OOC: Well, you did post that picture, so I'll oblige your wanting to be wearing less. Plus, naked girl + clothed guys = good time.

IC:

"Swallow their cum. I don't want to see a lick of it on you."

That was the guards' cue, as one of them reached down, unhooking her bra and pulling it off her as she replied, leaving her in her thong.

"Alright... but don't blame me if your boys can't hold their loads and shoot before I'm ready for 'em," With that, she looked up at the guard in front of her. "When you feel like you're gonna cum, you grab my hair and force your dick in my mouth. And don't you fucking let me off you until every last fucking drop is out. I don't care if I'm gagging or drowning or kicking, you hold me there until your balls are as dry as a keg on New Years morning," leered Tanya as she stroked him faster, starting to lick and suck to lubricate the shaft in front of her. For his part, the guard licked his lips at her dirty talk, running his own hand through his curly red hair before cradling her scalp gently, as if savoring her hair being still relatively well kept for the moment.

"And you boys keep up, 'cause you're next," She said to the other guards, who's hands had already lewdly moved down to their organs, a black guard in particular showing no shame about squeezing his cock.

Vincent wasn't particularly enamored with his mens' loss of control, but this Tanya was servicing them excellently, as she started to really focus on the first guard as he pushed her had further down onto himself, his eyes closing in anticipation of his finishing inside of the young brunette. The wet sounds of slurping still filled the room, and one of Tanya's hands was clamped onto the guard to her right; apparently not satisfied with her servicing one cock at a time.

The first guard threw his head back moments later, thrusting himself inside of her as she expertly swallowed his load. She moved onto the second guard, saving the black one for last as the first guard zipped up like he'd just gone to the bathroom, bending down to start playing with Tanya's firm tits.

The second guard grabbed Tanya's hair roughly, holding her in place as he fucked her mouth, enjoying the sound of her gagging as his member continued to grow. The black guard pushed the first one aside to get a hand on Tanya's breasts, the other hand forcing her free hand around his cock, as two hands played with, squeezed, and pinched Tanya's torso, getting rougher every time her mouth went off of the guard's cock.

With all of the foreplay (and knowing Vincent wanted a piece of her soon), he came quickly as well, and spit was the only thing that left Tanya's mouth as she was turned before her final tormentor. The guards looked at each other knowingly as the first guard held her wrists above her head, the second now exploring her tits with his hands as she was forced to service the black guard with only her mouth, his hand squeezing her hair as she hesitated.

Vincent watched her abuse and smiled, knowing this was just the beginning of her evening.

 

[Rpkitten]

Tanya grinned as one of the guards reached behind her to unfasten her bra. "Now there's a good boy..." she purred and rewarded him by shifting her attentions back to his cock, licking its swollen head twice before drawing him into her heavenly wet embrace. Soon her mouth was rewarded with a flood of his salty seed.

When that guard zipped himself up, she expected he was going to shuffle off for other interests, but that wasn't to be. His hands found her tits, pinching her already rigid nipples to a spike of painful pleasure as he and the other men grew rougher with her -- torturing her flesh and driving her face on a neighboring cock to muffle her cries of pain and ecstasy. Her eyes watered, jaw started to grow sore with fatigue.

She cast glances to the side whenever she could afford it to spy at Vincent. He was still a bit of a mystery to her... he just sat there watching. Not toying with his dick. Not touching her body. Just watching... and planning. She wasn't sure she wanted to know exactly what.

The second cock popped and flooded her mouth with his cum. Tanya's attention darted back to him, stroking his length and swallowing between milky bursts.

"Two down, one tooo~~~"

They were apparently over her bullshit and someone's fist knotted in her hair and forced her face down on the black guy's tool. Her wrists were snatched and pulled over her head, trapped in one man's meaty grasp. Oh fuck.... she thought as a realization struck her. She was in trouble... possibly very, very real trouble. She needed to be strong, perhaps even dominant to survive in this mafia pit... especially with a man like Vincent looming over her. But she wasn't. At heart she was (or more appropriately, her player is ) a subby who loved being used as a dirty little fuck toy -- which was plainly obvious from her quivering body and tiny muffled yelps as she stretched helplessly with a tick black dick in her mouth and remorseless fingers twisting her nipples.

A fist wrenched her hair every time she tried to draw back for breath, so she gave up on escape and focused on making this African stud blow his load. She drew her head back, dragging her tongue against the underside of his manhood until he groaned -- distracted for but a moment that she could draw in a breath and admire the man's cock, hard and jutting out angrily from his muscular belly. Tanya grinned at the sight of it and ran her tongue up and down the hard length, teased its drooling 'mouth' with just the tip of her tongue and brought it away with a sticky strand trailing. Hands over head, she leaned in and dove back down on him, sucking his dick into her mouth rather clumsily without the use of her hands but hoping the tight, warm grip of her lips and snaking tongue would be enough to finish the man off.

 

[Bevatoria]

Vincent shifted in his seat while his guards manhandled their entertainment for the night; he wasn't ashamed of his dick growing in his slacks but he did want to be comfortable while watching Tanya get used. They weren't the best help he'd ever had but they were good at taking advantage of whatever leverage they had. In this case, all of them were pinching and mauling whatever parts of Tanya they could reach, forcing her gaping mouth onto Stan's large prick.

Stan wasn't satisfied with her sucking him like a lollipop, however, and started thrusting against her face, feeling her gag, but not caring as long as she could still breathe; her soft moans, yelps, and gasps only fueling his lust further as he pounded her mouth. Tanya's other tormentors shifted slightly in response, one letting her wrists go briefly only to yank them behind her, one hand on her wrists near her ass, the other holding her hair tightly while the second guard started to lick and rub her breasts, enjoying her squirming.

Their boss waved impatiently; there was only so much of a blowjob that could be scripted out, but either way he wanted it to end so he could have his taste of their prize for the evening. Stan's thrusts became more urgent, and the other ministrations on Tanya's body more rough and pointed, and with a surprising lack of fanfare, Stan emptied himself into Tanya's mouth, his companions backing away as he jammed his member down her throat, letting it soften inside of her before pulling out.

A moment passed as they all backed away, letting her recover for a moment on the hardwood floor. There was a time to use someone mercilessly but this was not it; their boss had yet to sample the good and Vincent's stare was unwavering as he leaned back in his chair, his arousal at Tanya's show so far clearly visible. He slowly met her gaze as she looked at him, remembering how she'd teased him and his men earlier that night, aching at how much he wanted to punish her for her indiscretions, show her her place while hoping she still had some fight in her.

"Why don't you come over here, girlie." He whistled. "Give me that dance you didn't want to give me earlier." A lecherous grin came to him. "Assuming you can with so little to take off, anyways..." Vincent's eyes raked over her body, clad only in thong, high heels, and stockings at this point.

 

[Rpkitten]

Tanya's body shuddered, trapped hands crossed at the small of her back and the lips of man whose name she neither knew nor cared to know sucking at her tortured nipple. Her thong was damp, drenched with her obvious lust and she had to be thankful her hands were bound lest she start tending to her own fire and ruin any hope of keeping pace with the man orchestrating her torment.

She shuddered again, reveling in the attention she was receiving before the black cock in her mouth stabbed deep into her throat and emptied its load. Tanya tried to back away in reflex, but the fist in her hair held her tight and steady, forcing her to gag around the intrusion.

Finally Stan's climax passes and the boys let her slip away from their grasps. "Thanks, boys... that was fun," she says with a hoarse throat, and wipes a mix of spit and cum away from the corner of her mouth.

"Why don't you come over here, girlie." Vincent broke the silence with a whistle and beckoned her closer. "Give me that dance you didn't want to give me earlier. Assuming you can with so little to take off, anyways..."

"What? That wasn't enough of a show for you?" Tanya teased and stood back up. She scooped her dark hair away from her sweaty brow and combed the mess back and across her shoulders to look a little more presentable. "Won't be much of a dance if all I have left to lose are these panties and shoes.." she mused slyly and klicked her heels against the hardwood floor as she stepped closer. She struck a thoughtful pose, one hand on her hip and the other tapping a nail against her teeth. "So, tell ya what. I'll dance, and you can strip. You want to see more of my moves, and I want to see some of your skin for a change... so the more you lose, the more I'll dance. What do you think of that?"

 

[Bevatoria]

"What? That wasn't enough of a show for you?" taunted Tanya as she stood up. Vincent's eyes burned into her, watching as she brushed her hair back, still conscious of her appearance even after what she'd done so far; someone with attention detail Vincent could appreciate.

Not that he was having trouble appreciating her in a tiny thong and heels.

"Won't be much of a dance if all I have left to lose are these panties and shoes.." Tanya seemed to be lost in thought, not noticing the smirk on Vincent's face; her lack of clothes was exactly why he wanted her to dance."So, tell ya what. I'll dance, and you can strip. You want to see more of my moves, and I want to see some of your skin for a change... so the more you lose, the more I'll dance. What do you think of that?"

The egging look of his guards - while they'd had their turns with her (and, if things went a certain way, would get another crack at her later), something clearly had their attention. And it wasn't that this Tanya, this slut who he'd paid for, was asking for him to do something for her; it was that Vincent seemed to be considering it while being under no obligation to do so. A blowjob was one thing, but whomever this girl was had caught Vincent's attention.

And so he stood up, towering over Tanya as he shrugged off his suit jacket, now clad in a dark blue shirt and black slacks. "Fair enough." His eyes never left hers as he strode closer to her, his hands staying at his sides, glad that Tanya didn't seem to back down in the slightest as he ogled her body. "If you want to see me, you'll have to earn it yourself - I'm sure you've taken off clothes other then your own before." His hands teased near her but stayed away from touching her for the moment; something he found incredibly hard to do.

"Come sit on my lap, darling, and prove to me you want it." whispered Vincent, leaning in closer to her. He could smell her perfume, hear her deep breaths, and taste her arousal as his hands went quickly to her hips, tearing her thong in two and tossing it away. "Consider that an equal trade; one article of clothing for another." he grinned, leaving out the part how he was still fully covered, and she now totally naked in front of him and his men. He snatched her wrist and sat back down on the couch that had been his viewing spot, his hands slowly starting to explore her, pinching and teasing unmarked skin. As she started on him, he used his knees to spread Tanya's thighs as he could see her slowly start to grind against him, and as she worked Vincent lost himself in this temptress's ministrations...

 

[Rpkitten]

"If you want to see me, you'll have to earn it yourself - I'm sure you've taken off clothes other then your own before."

"Fair enough," Tanya grinned like a Tigress and knelt onto the sofa. Clad only in her heels, black stockings and the little sheer tutu that remained of her stripper costume, her body, sex and soul were on display for the men. His hands found her hips, his knees spreading her thighs and displaying her wet flower to him. She knelt into Vincent, still facing him with a knee planted on either side of his closed thighs.

Her face tilted into the nape of his neck, not touching but inhaling deep his masculine scent. Her hands pressed to his chest, feeling the outline of ever muscled as her fingers danced to the top button. Slowly, carefully she undid it -- not the quick twist and pop of a helpless girl drunk with lust, but with a refined control. Her desire was undeniable, but she wasn't going to fold. Least not until he decides to take her.

The second button is loosened as easily as the first and her forehead presses against his jaw so he can feel the heat of her breath against the sensitive skin of his neck and smell the hint of pomegranate in her tussled hair. Sensing the guards eyes still on her, Tanya raises on her knees, arching her back and presenting her bare ass to them. Beneath the veil of hair her lips broke to a smile as she pushed her bottom back and imagined the men eying her puckered little hole peeking out from beneath her silly little skirt and the growing frustration of not being able to claim her treasures.

The last of the buttons freed, she draws the shirt up from his slacks and runs her hands over his bare chest. "Hmmm... you're down a shirt... so I guess I need to lose something." Her hands reach back to hook the straps across the backs of her heels and let them fall to the floor.

She turned her attention back to Vincent, elbows propped up on his shoulders and parting the hair from her face. "Your turn. How about you lose the slacks for me?"

 

[Bevatoria]

"Your turn. How about you lose the slacks for me?"

She said it with her elbows on his shoulders, and Vincent smirked. He'd watched her as she moved, her graceful motions deliberately inflaming the lust in his men as they watched her grind against him, presenting herself to him while only teasing the other guys who had only used her mouth. The smell of some sort of fruit in her hair, confirming his suspicion of her being no mere toy. A toy just used her body, but she was using every tool at her disposal to incite the imaginations and gazes of the guys in the room.

The scent in her shampoo to distract him while her hands undid his shirt, revealing his well built frame beneath. The taste of her as she leaned in close enough for him to taste without doing so. Her deliberate breathing as she submitted more and more to him, doing whatever he wanted. The sight of her perfectly proportioned body.

And of course, her touching him, her hands and nails grazing his chest. While he was farm from a gym rat, Vincent knew the value of projecting the right image during negotiations; and was very much in shape. Plus being able to hit someone and have them not get up was always a plus in his line of work, although he rarely if ever had to with his protection around.

His smirk stayed as his gaze bore down on her, enjoying having her body so exposed and close to him. "If you want them off, take them off yourself." His grin was lecherous. "After you lose the skirt."

Vincent leaned back, enjoying watching Tanya as she slipped off her skirt and leaned against him, hiding nothing private from the views of the guys in the room. Despite his control, he shivered involuntarily as she rubbed against his legs; she'd touched a sensitive spot of his, a scar from a bullet wound that always got him to flinch.

He smiled as he saw her leer up at him, pulling her dripping pussy against his boxers. "What will you give up to get these off?" He breathed into her ear, his hands running slowly up and down her back, poking at her ass and slit.

 

[Rpkitten]

Tanya squirmed in Vincent's lap, reveling in the feel of his hands caressing her back, gliding over the curves of her ass and bravely teasing close to her wet slit. Her own hands danced down his bare chest, fingers running over his scars and muscles until they found the waist of his slacks.

"What will you give up to get these off?"

Tanya couldn't help but let a tiny laugh escape her lips. "What will I give up?" Her hands found the bulge beneath his zipper and felt him swell in her grasp. "Who are you fooling? I don't think I have to give you a damn thing... you feel ready to burst."

She released her grasp on his manhood and shifted her weight back to stand. "I'm not in a giving mood. You want a piece of this, you better come take it..."

 

[Bevatoria]

Much to his surprise, Tanya laughed at Vincent's demand.

"What will I give up?" She grabbed his member tightly, feeling it pulse. "Who are you fooling? I don't think I have to give you a damn thing... you feel ready to burst." She stood up defiantly as she continued. "I'm not in a giving mood. You want a piece of this, you better come take it..."

Whatever it was she was attempting to accomplish, Vincent hoped that he wasn't about to obliged her as he stood up, his expression going feral as he grabbed her wrist, spinning her around with no regard for her balance or where she wanted to be; all that mattered was where he wanted her to be as he shoved her towards a nearby table, the guards obligingly clearing out of the way.

"Wrong answer." He snarled. "I paid for you, so I'll do what I want with you." He kicked her legs apart, pushing her torso into the wooden surface as he took a moment to pull his boxers down. "You should've just said yes...". Vincent took a moment to grab her wrists, pinning them with one hand behind her back to feel her struggles.

He eventually found her wet opening, and with no warning he thrusted himself inside of her, his guards looking on wantonly as he pounded her from behind, feeling her juices coating him. Vincent grinned as he smelt her arousal, one hand pushing her head into the table, the other clamping on her wrists as he kept gasping with his fucking of her.

"You love this...don't you?" Vincent loved how he felt as he kept talking down to her. "I tried to...be nice...and you..spat in my face." He kept on thrusting into her, trying to punish this wanton slut for teasing him, his men, knowing what was coming she did, his hand clamping down on her breast as he got closer to the brink. "Admit you were...wrong and I...might let up on you."

He kept grunting as he waited for her to try to reply in between getting violated by his member; he clamped one hand on her breast now, the other teasing her clit as he fucked her, awaiting her answer to his lie; he wasn't going to take it easy on her. Vincent never did.

 

[Rpkitten]

The baiting had worked and Vincent was quick to pounce on her. He spun her around, chest trust to the wooden table. She was quick to react -- legs spreading and rising onto the balls of her feet to lift her hind and accommodate his coming thrust. She felt his hands go to her hips and grip before he savagely sheathed his entire length up her cunt. Her eyes saw stars and she felt more than heard the wail flee her throat.

Her hands were snatched and trapped at the small of her back. She struggled but found the grip around her wrists too sound to escape from. Then a fist tightened in her disheveled hair and forced her cheek to the table, hard nipples teasing themselves against the slightly coarse wood on every unyielding thrust.

Her breaths were ragged, chaotic pants that accented his stabs with a throaty moan. "You love this...don't you?" She sucked in on her lower lip, not wanting to give the bastard the satisfaction... and also suspecting he didn't want to hear it either. His hands released her, yet she made no attempt to escape. Instead Tanya propped herself against the table and arched back so his hand could palm and tease one of her tortured nipples.

"Admit you were...wrong and I...might let up on you."

"F~fuck... you....~~" she began to growl out in defiance, but his fingers caught her clit and gave her just the tiniest push needed to cause her body to clench and trigger a long over-due climax...

 

[Bevatoria]

"F~fuck... you....~~" growled Tanya, even as her body betrayed her. Vincent felt her muscles tense and relax suddenly, hearing her moan as her body was forced to orgasm in front of him and his men, writhing against the table in his unrelenting grip.

He didn't stop to appreciate her high, continuing to pound into her pussy, his member sliding in and out of her, feeling her juices and sweat coat his entrance and exit from her body, his hands pinching and rubbing her body as he did. The air was thick, and the sound of their bodies slapping together echoed through the room as Vincent pressed down on her, his calloused hands squeezing and punishing her small but firm breasts.

He grinned as he felt his own release come close, and pressed his lips together to try to keep from crying out. "Ahh....ahhh....take it, slut." He growled, feeling his load emptying inside of her body. It would be his first of the evening, but far from his last.

Taking a moment to step out of his boxers, he walked slowly to the other side of the table, twisting her limp body so she was leaning back on the table, grabbing her hair to pull her head off of the other side of it. "Suck, Tanya, like you did for my men..." There wouldn't be much opportunity for sucking as he fucked her throat brutally, but he stopped to let her try to worship him. "Spread your legs and play with yourself." He growled. Even as he used her, she still retained a spirit of defiance, which only inflamed his lust to try to break her.

After all, he'd be using her ass soon...

 

[Rpkitten]

Tanya thought her torment would be over after Vincent's body went rigid and flooded her with his semen. His flesh retreated from her and she allowed her body to fall limp atop the table, the sparks of her climax still fresh even as she felt his seed leaking out of her and dripped down the inside of one thigh. She thought that would be the end of it... the men had all lost their loads. Time for them to zip up and move on, but apparently Vincent was more virile than expected.

Calloused hands urged her onto her back atop the table, which seemed fine enough until a fist found her hair and wrenched her back until her shoulders were flush with the table's edge and head dangled back over its lip. "Suck, Tanya, like you did for my men..." he growled. Her lips parted to spit a reply but instead found herself muted my his thick organ. With her head back like this Vincent had a clear path to her throat and speared in violently. She gagged around the intrusion, eyes watering and a spike of panic as she flailed atop the table and tried to adjust to the rough treatment. Her hands reached back on reflex and grabbed his hips, nails digging into his flesh as she tried to steady herself and angle his cock so that there was some semblance of comfort in his plowing.

"Spread your legs and play with yourself."

Fuck You is what she wanted to say, but a wet gurgling sound was all she could manage. Her legs pressed together, a disgusting wet smear of spent cum forced from her cunt. She wasn't going to give this bastard more than she had to... even as her throat swallowed what she force-fed her and raked her nails across his skin.

 

[Bevatoria]

She gurgled around his hardening cock, and Vincent grinned again as she did, enjoying Tanya's thrashing and bucking, her spent body erratically moving against him. Her nails raking against his thighs, even in passion, he didn't enjoy but there were allowances to be made for entertainment.

Some allowances. She wasn't spreading her legs, either in defiance or out of fatigue, but Vincent didn't care. Whether she did it willingly or unwillingly was not of his concern; she would do what he wanted, or she would be punished. He mashed a breast in one hand, twisting and pulling as he kept thrusting in and out of her mouth, but no matter how relentless he was, she refused to give in. Vincent took his time, eying the bulges evidenced in his men's pants carefully; not all of them were as well kept as he was but he wouldn't need them to be for long for what he had in mind.

With his cock reaching near its limit, the slapping of flesh and smell of sweat and cum starting to permeate the well ventilated room, he pulled away from her, motioning to his men. "I gave you a chance, Tanya..." he sighed sadly, pulling back to observe the scene as the guards descended on the brunette, yanking her legs wide and pulling off her stockings, mauling her breasts and yanking to her feet, leaving her completely and utterly naked.

Tanya's body was pulled up and bent, the men's cocks out quickly as they moved into position; one for each hand, one to take her from behind, and another for her aching mouth. Unlike before, they all went quickly, forcing her hands up and down, pounding her from two sides, the hands holding her up using her hair, breasts, and ass to support her. Her soft hands were forced up and down their members when she either refused or was unable to service that many herself. Vincent looked on, one hand keeping his own member ready for his final taking of her as his men ravaged the nubile Tanya, doing things the way they did best: quick and dirty.

 

[Rpkitten]

Tanya was in a daze. Exhaustion and borderline asphyxiation thanks to having her throat blocked by a thick, stabbing cock had left her feeling drained and limp. More like a strung up marionette than a human being now that she was forced onto her feet and bent over for the men's amusement -- a grip on her hair, hips and tits being all that kept her from collapsing.

She opened her mouth to say something, but wasn't sure what... a yell of defiance? A plea for mercy? She wasn't entirely certain, but it wouldn't matter as she found her mouth filled once more by cock. One of the guards fisted her hair and brought her lips down around his shaft while two of his mates took command of her hands. She could barely summon the strength to service the men, but they 'helpful' enough to get her started.

Then the fourth of the men griped her at hips and thrust his flesh into her. An hour ago she would have pushed back against him with vigor, gripping his cock and milking the lust from him. But not now. The ordeal had left her drained and limp. Not broken, but certainly less lively than before.

All these men... every one of them had already cum once tonight. Where were they getting this energy, she wondered? And would would two be enough to finally finish them off??

Hoping to catch a second breath and be done with the lot of them, Tanya closed her lips around the dick in her mouth and sucked til her dimples showed deep against her cheeks. Hands gripping shafts as they stroked with new life and squeeze at their fat purple heads. Thighs and calves tightened as she rose up and met the thrusts of the man plowing her from behind and summoned every last ounce of energy she had to free her tormentors once more of their seed.