The Fallen Angel (Closed for ThePhoenixMan and I)

[ThePhoenixMan]

Mr Harrison

Butch Harrison sat at his desk, chewing on his half-smoked, unlit cigar, poring over the financial books of the establishment. He had been quite pleased with his ability to manage the establishment, and transform the failing pub into a profitable strip joint. Sure he had to grease a lot of palms, and owed favors to a lot of political bigwigs, including a few law officers, but the nature of the business made that quite easy.

Behind him, the entire wall was covered with Polaroid photos of naked women, each of them with a scribbled name and phone number written beneath the photo. Each photo was held in place by a clear push pin. To the left of Butch's desk, on the wall were ten, 8"x10" promotional shots of women in either scantily clad outfits, or alluring naked poses that showed nothing.

He heard a knick at the door and looked up! Nobody ever knocked! Most would merely yell, "Hey boss," or barge right in! Only people that were selling something ever knocked! But then again, there were those timid, polite creatures, looking for employment, that would knock also! So when Butch barked, "COME IN," he wasn't totally surprised to see an alluring female standing before him. He waved her in, still chewing on his stogie, pointing to a lone chair across from his desk

There was no doubt that Butch was immediately taken by this woman's beauty, but, he had seen 'em a million times! There were those that were great lookers, and those that were great performers! Usually the two didn't match. Only trial and error, as well as time and patience could ever tell. Butch was first struck by her flaming red hair, which had hints of blonde streaks running through it, and thought that to be unique. Her full round breasts and shapely curves were also quite evidenced by the outfit she was wearing.

"So? Ya looking for work?" He snarled around the tobacco shoved in his mouth. He eyed her hungrily, stripping her with his eyes, guessing what she looked like under the funky little teasing outfit she had on. She was no different than many of the others, who were plastered on his back wall! She'd get the same interview all the others got, and in the same manner. It was his little test to see if the hot little bitches that walked through his doors were really willing to be money-making strippers.

He pushed himself away from his desk, finally giving his overly rotund belly room to breathe. Standing up, he moved to the filing cabinet in the corner and opened the drawer, producing an old Polaroid camera and a pack of ten-shot film. Returning to his seat, he loaded the film, aimed the camera at the girl and snapped a picture without even asking her to pose, or even smile. The undeveloped film slid out, and Butch ripped it from the camera, laying it on his desk!

"Gotta name and number?" He scribbled the info under the picture that was slowly coming into focus. The penmanship matched that of the scribblings behind him. He looked up and without blinking an eye, rather flatly said, "Let's see the package ... Take it off ... Lemme get a look!"

There was no emotion behind his request. It wasn't even a request. It was a matter-of-fact statement of expectation. If she hesitated in any way, shape, or manner, she'd not have a chance at working here. At least, however, he'd have a naked shot of a good looking girl, along with her name and number. That in itself offered him some added benefits. He waited however, and watched as the lovely girl, methodically stripped out of her clothing, not once objecting, or commenting to the pictures he kept taking. He kept waving his hands as each item came off until she was down to her thigh high boots and fingerless gloves. Butch had her pose for the final of ten shots before laying the last photo on his desk.

Still chewing on his cigar, he closed up the camera and returned it to the filing cabinet, telling the naked girl to go ahead and get redressed. While she was doing that, he copied her name and contact phone number onto each photo, watching each one develop into a crystal clear photograph. Gathering up the first nine photos, Butchshuffled them into a nice even pile. He reached into his drawer, pulled out a rubber band, and a clear push pin. He banded the photos together, and taking the last photo, pinned it to the wall behind him. He tossed the other photos into an open drawer, and then focused back on the girl, who had managed to get redressed, despite the growing look of concern on her face.

"Well, I got your name, number, and picture! If something comes up, I'll give you a call!"

Butch hadn't shooed her out of his office, but had pretty much indicated that the interview process was over. He opened up his invoices for liquor and began burying himself in the numbers, ignoring the sexy kitten sitting across from him. He wasn't being rude, or disrespectful, he was just conducting the interviews as he had done all the others ...

 

[Pywakit]

Sylvia

Sylvia followed Mr. Harrison's instructions to the letter; she'd hoped that once he saw her naked, he'd realize that she was worth hiring, but he had barely even batted an eye. After the "interview" was over, and she was quickly dressing again, she watched as he casually posted her pictures up on the wall next to all the others. Just one of dozens... probably one of hundreds. When he dismissed her, not even bothering to look back up at her, she realized she needed to do something drastic if she wanted to be dancing on stage this evening.

She figured she could seduce him, suck him off, let him fuck her... but then she realized that if she let him come, he'd lose interest in her even faster. She only needed to dance one night... tonight... beyond that, nothing she promised this guy would matter.

She stood there for a few more moments as she watched him sort through his ledgers and books, then spoke.

"That hardly seemed like an interview to me," she said. "More like you taking advantage of a woman just to add to your collection of pictures on the wall. I need this job, Mr. Harrison, for reasons I won't go into; they'd probably just bore you all the same. I can tell you this, though, I can out-dance any slut, tramp, or vixen you've ever seen. Let me audition tonight, in front of your evening crowd, and if I don't double the tips you get from your best girl, I'll give you more than a picture to keep. I'll let you fuck me ragged till dawn. But if I do double the tips... you give me a job, and maybe I'll let you fuck me ragged ever night after you close the bar. But if you don't let me dance tonight, well, there's a nice looking place just up the street that looks like they might be interested. 'Midnight Dreams' it's called. One of the two's gonna get to hire the best fucking dancer this city's ever seen, and I'd hate for you to lose out. Mr. Harrison."

She smiled, then decided it was time to draw upon her newfound strength and agility; this human body wasn't nearly as strong and limber as her true form, but she figured it was good enough. She saw that she'd caught his eye, and that he looked like he was about to say something. But before he could speak, she stood up.

Well, standing up wasn't quite accurate. Instead, she gripped the armrests of the chair and lifted herself up. She spread her legs wide, her black miniskirt riding up to expose the crimson of her thong to him, and held herself there for a few seconds in a gymnast's pose. Then, with fluid grace, she brought her legs together so her feet were over his desk, pointing at his face. She twisted and pushed, lifting her legs up, up, up, and over the back of the chair, the perfect globes of the sides of her ass showing as she vaulted, in slow motion, over the back of the chair to land gracefully on her feet behind it. She gave her crimson hair a toss to drape it over a shoulder, smiled at Butch, then turned to leave the office, hoping she'd impressed him with a hint of what she could do, hoping he'd call her back and let her dance tonight after all.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Butch Harrison (in the office)

Butch sat there, somewhat speechless, but definitely impressed. The little girl had some fire as she spat back at him, guaranteeing him she could dance better than any of his other dancers. She even had the confidence to guarantee her work, with promises of sexual favors that he'd gladly take her up on! He didn't appreciate the threat, however, when she mentioned the competition. Butch’s business was better than any of the competition, and he was quick to realize from her agile, cat-like move, flipping off the back of her chair, without toppling it over, that she could avail his patrons with some tantalizing views that were destined to make some serious change.

“Whoa there kitty cat! Don’t you dare run off!”

He managed to halt her retreat out of the office, and encouraged her to sit down, once again!

“Calm down there, and have a seat. I like your spunk! You gotta understand, I go through a million girls who *think* they want a job. This job takes some cahonies, and I can see you definitely got ‘em!” Butch had managed to apparently squelch the fire, because the little sprite reclaimed her seat, with an expression of understanding, and self-confidence. Butch rose from his seat, still chomping on the unlit cigar and came out from behind his desk. He squeezed his large frame between Sylvia and the desk, and sat upon his desk. His weight caused the wooden structure to groan, yet it supported him. He looked her in the eyes, this time without the desk separating them from each other. “I need a girl like you working here!”

Butch removed the cigar and placed it in a nearby ashtray that was overflowing with charcoal ash. “The problem I have sweetie, is that I already have my rotation of dancers, right there.” He crooked his neck, pointing his head toward the wall with the advertisement shots. The spit-fire was returning in her eyes, but Butch was quick to come up with, what he thought would be a decent compromise. “Before you go stomping outta here though, there is an opening you could fit in well with! Karl, out there, behind the bar, needs some good help! You can work the bar with him, and if one of the girls doesn’t show, which happens occasionally, you can fill their spot! And if they all show, maybe we can work in a routine at the bar?”

With his hands clutching the edge of the desk, just outside his thighs, he leaned forward, closing the distance between them even more. He was close enough that he could smell the intoxicating scent from her, a unique scent that immediately aroused him, a scent he was not familiar with. “So, how ‘bout it bunny-cakes? Work the bar, and I’ll get you dancing one way or the other?”

Butch could see her mulling over the proposal in her head. However, he was instantly concerned with another raising issue, that she had created. “And as far as your guarantee goes, I’d be more inclined to find a spot for you to perform if I had a little sampling of what to expect … a little down payment of sorts?”

He looked expectantly, seeing if she was all words, or if she definitely intended to make good on her promise?

 

[Pywakit]

Sylvia

Sylvia smiled, relieved that she'd managed to catch Butch's attention.

"A job at the bar sounds great," she said. Already she was thinking. She didn't have to be a dancer on stage to catch Barrett's attention when he showed up, after all... surely he and his friends would hit the bar soon and often, and she'd have plenty of chances to start to work on him even if things worked out that she wasn't going to get a chance to dance for him.

And then she got to thinking about what he'd said... about how she'd have a chance to dance if one of the regular girls didn't show. She glanced up to the wall where he kept all the pictures and phone numbers for his dancers... and sure enough, he also had addresses. Trying to be nonchalant, she quickly scanned the pictures and looked for someone who had a nearby address; she wasn't familiar with the area, but she lucked out. One of the girls, a short little blonde with huge tits named Betty seemed to have an apartment on the same street that Bottoms Up was located on... judging by the numbers, only a few blocks away. If she had time before her shift started behind the bar... maybe she could head over to Betty's and make sure she wouldn't be able to get in to work tonight...

But first, before she found out when her shift started, she realized she needed to give Butch a reason to want her to stick around.

"Yeah, a spot at the bar sounds like it'd be great for starters. As for a 'down payment,' I think I know just the thing..."

He was sitting on his desk in front of her, and when she slid out of the chair to kneel before him and slid her hands up along the fronts of his pants, she heard him make a muffled gasp. She looked up at him, smiled, then pushed his legs apart and slid her hands up higher, rubbing him to hardness through the fabric with one hand while the other began to work at his belt. She continued rubbing his hardening cock as his belt came loose, continued as she slid down his zipper and slid a hand into his pants, finding the cloth of his boxers, slipping through the gap in the front, and then she murmured softly in delight as her questing fingers found his rigid manhood.

"Actually, rather than me giving you a down payment... why don't we have you give me one... just a quick deposit to get the interest going, hmmm?"

She drew him out, pulling his now fully erect cock out of his pants and into view. He was not as big as her true master, of course... not even close... but she made a pleased-sounding purr of delight nonetheless. She gripped him at the head and slid her fist down around him, pushing his pants flush against his crotch and exposing a good five inches of meat, then leaned in and took him into her wet, warm mouth.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Butch Harrison (in the office)

Butch was quite pleased that the little tart before him, didn't hesitate one bit, on following through with his suggestion. He looked down as she dropped between his knees and expertly fished out his cock, clearing it for her wet, hot mouth. He drew in a breath as his grip tightened on the desk. He resisted the temptation at first, but when her nimble fingers stroked his shaft a couple times, his hands drifted towards her head to pull her back onto his shaft, deeper until she had his whole length engulfed. It felt exquisite and he told her so.

This was always an added perk that Butch enjoyed as a club owner. Those that gave him preferential treatment, enjoyed preferential treatment. The young redhead swallowing his cock, seemed to know the ins and outs of the business. Butch guided her back and forth along his length as she hungrily devoured him with ease. It certainly didn't take her long to figure out how to pull the trigger on his gun either.

In seemingly no time at all, he was filling her mouth with what seemed to be the biggest load he'd released in a long time. She sucked the cum from him with such vigor, that he swore the girl lived for cum. She didn't let a single drop spill, spearing those few droplets that clung to her red lips with a snake-like flick of her tongue. His eyes were rolling in their sockets for several minutes before he was able to refocus, and during that time, all Butch could envision was red wings flapping furiously.

When he finally calmed down, Butch looked down to see a devilish grin on the applicant's face, full of confidence, with that I told you so, look upon her smiling rosy features. After zipping up, he sat more upright and spoke in a much friendlier voice, all the tension having been released from his body, and now a small smile wrapped around the cigar he shoved back into his mouth!

"Maybe some regular payments are in order?" He chuckled briefly, before hopping down and circling back to his seat, where he plopped himself rather comfortably. "Be back here at seven! I'll have your bar outfit ready! Shows start at nine and go till three. Bar closes at two, so maybe we can fit you in there? We'll see! No titty shows behind the bar ... strictly bar work; otherwise they shut me down. If a girl calls out, I'll throw you onto the stage! So, ya better bring some costumes just in case. Plan on five shifts!"

Butch was laying a lot on her, with very little regard that she had just given him a mind blowing blowjob! He was all business. She seemed to be nodding at everything he said, taking mental notes of all his instructions, which were fairly simple. He had covered everything and bid her farewell, watching her ass sway seductively in her little outfit. He wished he had bargained harder! He could have sampled some of that if he pushed a bit.

Just as she reached the door, Butch beckoned her once more, causing her head to turn in the most alluring sexual pose he had seen to date. "One other thing Sugar Cakes ... The last set consists of a girl-on-girl routine! You don't have any problems with that, do you? I mean you don't have any hangups or anything, do ya?"

Butch chuckled once more, before dismissing her. "See ya tonight! Go introduce yourself to Nick behind the bar. I'm sure he'll be glad for the eye candy!"

 

[Pywakit]

Sylvia

"No hangups about that at all," Sylvia said as Butch mentioned the girl/girl component of the act. "In fact, I'm looking forward to the chance to show my stuff with a partner. Thanks again for the chance, boss! I won't disappoint you!" she said as she left the room. She glanced over at the bar, then strode up confidently to the man standing behind it.

"Looks like I'll be helping out behind the bar this evening, Nick," she said as she leaned over the bar, giving him a good look at her cleavage. "I'll be back at seven to help out... got a few things to take care of first, though! Seeya tonight!"

She waved at him and then traipsed out of the bar and onto the street. Her heart was pounding and she could feel Butch's come bubbling in her belly. She paused for a moment, concentrated, and felt that load of sperm absorb into her body, filling her with energy and strength. She'd need all the energy she could manage for the night to come; she had big plans. And first on her list was to ensure she'd be seeing some stage time.

She headed down the street, keeping an eye on the building numbers. Betty's building was there, just as the address on her photo back in Butch's office had promised. Sylvia still didn't have a plan on HOW she was going to make Betty miss work this evening. She wondered if any of her newly growing powers as a succubus would do the trick, but at the same time she wasn't sure she wanted to risk such a stunt when she hadn't practiced her powers. She wandered into the apartment complex foyer and glanced at the mailboxes... there was Betty's name, sure enough. Sylvia was starting to doubt her plan more and more... what if Betty wasn't home? What if she had roommates?

Pushing those thoughts aside, Sylvia found the stairs and climbed up to the third floor. A moment later, she was standing out in front of Betty's door. At the very least, she could scout the place out. Forcing herself to feel confident, she knocked on the door and waited for an answer.

Betty answered the door a few minutes later, opening the door a crack and peering out from under the chain that prevented the door from opening any wider. She wore a light pink robe, and her hair, so well styled in her photo, was tousled and messy. Her eyes were a little bleary as well, and Sylvia realized she'd woken the woman up from sleep. Of course... she worked a late night job after all.

"What is it?" Betty asked, eying Sylvia suspiciously.

"You're Betty, yeah? Work down at Bottoms Up?" Sylvia asked.

Betty's eyes narrowed in suspicion, and Sylvia realized how right the other woman was to suspect her. She glanced over her shoulder, making sure that no one else was in the hall, and then decided to take drastic action. Her arm shot out, grabbing hold of the door near where the flimsy brass chain hung, and with a sudden push that sent Betty stumbling backwards, she'd torn the door open using some of her new found demonic strength. Betty opened her mouth to scream, but Sylvia was faster. She caught the other woman up in an embrace and muffled her cry for help with a deep, passionate kiss.

Betty struggled for a few moments, but as Sylva worked at her, felt her form rippling as her true succubus appearance began to threaten to reveal itself as she poured her magic into the other woman, she felt the ohter woman suddenly grow limp. Sylvia walked her over to a couch, and when she released her from the sudden embrace, Betty collapsed onto it. Strings of drool ran from her lips as she slumped there, almost as if she were drugged.

Sylvia closed the door to the apartment and went to work.

* * * * *

Sylvia waited patiently for the light to turn green. It was only a few minutes before her shift was going to start, and across the street, the crowd was already building in front of Bottoms Up. She checked her bag, the large one she'd stolen from Betty's apartment, and made sure her schoolgirl outfit was safe within, along with a few other things she figured she might need later in the night. She thought back about Betty, now lying comfortably in her bed, drugged with several sleeping pills Sylvia had found in the medicine cabinet, and hoped she'd given the woman enough to keep her knocked out through her entire shift. She also hoped no one would recognize the clothes she wore now, a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt and leather jacket, as belonging to Betty; she assumed it wouldn't be a problem, since the clothes were pretty generic, and she'd be switching into her "bar outfit," whatever Butch had meant by that, soon enough.

The light turned green, and a few moments later, Sylvia had shouldered her way through the crowd and told the beefy-looking bouncer out front that she worked there. He nodded, apparently having been informed of the fact by Butch already, and Sylvia slipped inside. She got her bearings, then approached the bar, where Nick was getting ready for the evening's rush.

"Hi there, Nick," she said as she slid up to the bar with a dazzling smile. "I'm ready to start my shift, Nick. Butch said something about a bar outfit?"

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Nick (the bartender)

Ever since she had told him she'd be working the bar with him, Nick had visions of the two of them engaged in some pretty hot and steamy encounters. There was something about her tight little body, and they way she was packaged that totally captivated his thoughts. Her coppery red flowing hair, certainly added some spice to his daydream fantasies, wondering if she was as feisty as the addage about redheads went? The remainder of the day seemed to drag on painfully for him.

His eyes lit up when the redhead bombshell walked through the room and up to the bar. He noted the duffel bag she had hoisted over her shoulder and wondered what that was for. But before he could ask, she had inquired about Butch, and her bar outfit!

"Oh yeah! Of course!" His eyes lingered over her body, just imagining what she'd look like in the T-back thong bikini bottoms, and the deep cleavage cut, skin tight tank, that had the club's name and logo (a girl bent over grabbing her ankles with her ass high in the air, and a martini glass balanced atop) emblazoned across the front. "Well, Butch isn't in right now, but if you hold on a sec, I'll take ya back and get your outfit!"

Nick hurriedly wiped down the bar, and served up fresh refills for the four old men that were already inside, long-time regulars that were considered VIP, only because of their frequent visits to the establishment, not necessarily because of the money they spent on the girls! When he was done, Nick waved for the new bartender to follow him to a small room located at the far end of the bar. "Follow me," he chirped merrily as she followed him inside.

Inside the room was a single folding chair, along with shelves filled with bottles of liquor, along with some promotional items advertising the club. "This is our room," he exclaimed, pointing to the bottles of liquor. "When you run empty, come back here and log it on the clipboard," Nick instructed as he rummaged through the promotional items on one shelf. He finally picked out her designated outfit, and handed it to her, with a sly smile on his face!

"Here you go. You should try it on, to make sure it fits." Nick made no attempt to leave, making it blatantly obvious that she should do as he requested, immediately. The two locked eyes for a few moments, Nick sensing that there was some hesitation. "Aww c'mon! I see tits and ass all night long! Yours is no different!"

Nick's eyes sparkled when the girl relented and began stripping out of her street clothes, revealing the awesome body she had underneath. His mouth began to water, and his cock began to harden as she maneuvered about in the small confines, shoving her ass towards him as she shimmied out of her current outfit, and pulled on her assigned outfit for the evening. Nick enjoyed the way she had to squeeze herself into the tight fitting top, constantly adjusting it so that it fit just right, showing as much cleavage as was possible, along with her bare midriff! She was definitely a hot little number, and Nick's approving eyes showed that! So did his hard cock which was bulging through his seemingly loose fitting trousers.

Nick noticed the way her eyes drifted down to see his obvious reaction to her, and when their eyes met once again, Nick blurted out, almost sheepishly, but hopefully convincingly ... "This might be a problem! I'm sure it's gonna get in the way! Do you think there's anything you could do to help it along...?"

 

[Pywakit]

Sylvia

Sylvia smiled as she looked down at the bulge in the front of her pants. "My goodness, Nick," she said, "You'd think that working at a place like this you'd get used to the T&A. Hopefully this isn't going to be an ongoing problem all night long, hmmm?" She was putting on the last touches of the bar costume, a pair of knee-high black leather high-heel boots and a pair of black silk fingerless gloves. As she tugged on the last boot, she made sure Nick had a grade-A view down the front of her top—made sure he could see all the way through from the top of her cleavage down to her midriff before she stood up to see the bulge in the front of his pants was even more of a tent-pole.

"Yeah; can't have you walking around behind the bar like that. You'd be knocking bottles off the lower shelves every time you turned around. Fortunately, it just so happens that I might indeed know a thing or two about how to handle the situation."

She stepped up against him, her tits pressing into his chest and the soft, warm flesh of her lower belly pressing against his hardon, pushing it up and trapping it against his own belly. With one hand, she reached up to cup the back of his head and with the other she clutched at his left buttock. She leaned in and kissed him then, forcefully, causing him to stagger backward. Had the wall not been only a few inches behind him, he would have fallen. As she kissed him, sliding her tongue back and forth through his mouth, she ground and rubbed against his cock with her body, working him, massaging him through his trousers.

She continued to do so as she broke her kiss, leaning in to whisper softly in his ear.

"Unless you want to come in your pants, Nick... be sure you let me know when you're about to pop your top so I can take care of things before they get too messy..."

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Nick didn't need a second invitation!

He weaved his fingers through the new bartender's fiery locks and cupped her head, gripping it firmly, bringing her lips to his one last time before forcefully pushing her down along his chest, until her face was even with his raging monster. She had settled to her knees when Nick groaned, her lips pressed hard against his shaft, through his trousers. She caught his zipper within her teeth, lowering it as Nick's urgency seemed to be multiplying with each passing second.

He knew they didn't have much time! He just needed some immediate relief if he was going to be working around her all night long! He helped her along, unbuttoning his trousers, letting them fall to the ground as she worked his briefs downward, springing his cock into freedom. It bounced wildly, slapping the new bartender in the face a couple times before she managed to capture the tip within her wet mouth!

Her tongue swirled around the tip before cradling the shaft, giving Nick a smooth surface to glide along to the back of her mouth! His grip on her head tightened as he controlled her movements, bobbing her head along his length as his hips thrust rhythmically forward and back. Nick humped while his crooning appreciation filled the small room.

Within a few short minutes, Nick's eyes seemed to blur, rolling them back in his head, he focused on the snaking tongue that suckled his shaft as it pulsed. He held back as long as he could, the spasms and twitching rippling through his body as his cock swelled. He groaned and grunted as he relaxed the mighty muscle, allowing the torrent of cum to shoot from deep within.

This girl was like no other, sucking the semen from him as fast as he could let it loose! Her mouth never filled to bloating, her hollowed cheeks working hard to maintain the vacuum seal as she pulled every last strand from his insides with hungered zeal!

By the time Nick was able to refocus on the knockout beneath him, all he could see was the red headed feline licking her red lips with a confident happy grin, purring in total satisfaction, delighting in the taste! His hips continued to twitch, even though nothing was coming out of his slowly deflating member.

He continued breathing heavily as he tried to recover from the numbing incident, leaning against the wall for support, repeatedly exclaiming praises before weakly redressing, and helping the newcomer to her feet.

"Jeez that was awesome! ... That ought to do the trick ... at least for now!" Nick was still gasping, as he finally realized ... "So? What's your name anyways?"

Nick handed her some bottles from the nearby shelf, before leading her back out to where the bar was, and obviously just in time, as the crew was just arriving. Nick introduced her to the five bouncers that'd be working the crowd, and each of the dancers that strolled through with a look of cocky arrogance. Butch finally appeared from the back, and smiled appreciatively, commenting that the new bartender looked great in her outfit!

Butch gave the thumbs up, and the bouncers began letting the early crowd into the club ...

 

[Pywakit]

Sylvia

"The name's Sylvia, Nick," she said as she wiped her lips with the back of a dainty hand, making sure she didn't have any stray dollops of come spattered about before she went back out into public. "And with a taste like you've got packing in your sack, I'll have no problems coming back here on break time with you if you find that you need a little bit more to carry you through the night... but let's try to keep them to once a shift, yeah? Don't want the boss getting too jealous!"

She took the bottles and followed him back out to the bar. Her eyes widened in delight as she realized that the place was filling up quickly. She scanned the crowd, eager to see if her quarry had shown his face yet, but as of yet, he hadn't arrived. A sudden worry struck her then; what if Barrett decided not to show up tonight? She shook her head and concentrated on serving drinks and dodging hands that were trying to sample her wares; if he didn't show up tonight, she'd just have to wait until tomorrow, or the next night, or the next. But she was sure she wouldn't have to wait; Master had promised that Barrett was coming tonight, and she was convinced that she would have him coming in a very different way before the dawn.

She smiled and nodded at Butch as he passed by, then watched as the girls up on stage started showing their stuff. They were good, but Sylvia knew she could do better.

Minutes quickly turned into hours as the night began to build. Now and then, she made sure to brush against Nick, a hip bouncing against the front of his pants as they worked, and she smiled as she felt how hard he was again already.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Danny Masterson / Barrett

Danny was in great spirits, a night on the town with five of his best friends, one of whom was about to be married. Barrett Young, had asked Danny to be his best man, and Danny accepted, taking all the responsibilities that were associated with being the best man, namely, handling the bachelor party arrangements! The much anticipated day had arrived, and Danny, along with the other four groomsmen, had kidnapped Barrett from work and hightailed it on a three hour trek across the state, to reach one of the most noted strip joints in the state.

The ride was filled with jokes and laughter, along with a lot of ribbing to Barrett, and plenty of alcohol. Other than Brian, who drove, everyone else was in pretty good spirits by the time they hit the hotel! Brian quickly caught up with the others, and their raucous party attitude was ready to hit the club. The entourage spilled into the dark interior of the club, and found a table right up against the stage, offering them the best view possible.

Danny stumbled to the bar and got several pitchers of beer, taking them back to the table for everyone to share. It really wasn't until his second trip to the bar, that he noticed the hot looking chick working the other end of the bar. Danny couldn't take his eyes off her as she rubbed her ass against the other bartender's crotch every time they passed each other. Nor did he miss the way she pressed her tits into his chest, every time she reached behind him to snag a bottle of liquor from the shelf! And when she bent over to get some ice, the view of her tight ass in the tight skimpy bottoms, was a special treat.

But then again, Danny reminded himself, there must be a reason she was behind the bar, and not on stage! Probably a tease, he surmised, too scared to bare it all, like the strippers behind him! He cast her an appreciative eye before returning to the gang with the beer Nick provided, telling all the guys about the hot number behind the bar. Each one turned their heads momentarily to gauge Danny's level of intoxication, sensing he already had beer goggles on! But to their surprise, each one had to agree, Danny's assessment was dead on! However, their attention was quickly drawn back to the naked stripper directly in front of them, jiggling her large tits in front of their faces as she crawled around on the floor, enticing bills of appreciation from the customers.

Every guy there, repeatedly teased Barrett about the girls, asking if they were better than his wife-to-be? Barrett's red-faced replies always seemed interested but reserved, keeping himself true to his beloved fiancee. He was there to share in the enjoyment and the reverie of his friends, but was determined not to fall prey to temptation. He didn't care what the other guys did, or didn't do while on this outing, he was going to stay true! Jillian was the sweetest girl he had waited a lifetime for, and he was not about to ruin a relationship with her.

On Danny's third trip to the bar, he managed to snag the female bartender, and try and command her attention for a while. "Hey there sunshine! I need three pitchers of beer, and your name!" He found out her name was Sylvia as she let the draft fill the pitchers. "Yeah! Me and the boys are giving our buddy a treat. It's his last chance at freedom, though I don't think anyone's gonna be able to break him down! ... So tell me, Sylvia ... with a body like yours, why aren't you up on stage, dancing?"

Danny hoped his little bit of conversation didn't seem too forward, but after he said it, he realized she must've heard that line a million times before ...

 

[Pywakit]

Sylvia

"The name's Sylvia," she said, flashing a smile and a nice bit of cleavage as she leaned toward Danny over the bar. As she turned to fill the pitchers, she also made sure he had a good view of her ass.

"Nice choice of places to come to give your buddy a treat, I must say," she said as she finished filling the last pitcher. "As for why I'm not dancing... well, to be honest, I just got this job and although I'd love to get up there and show the rest of the girls here how it's done, the boss put me back here serving drinks. Of course, with the right amount of lubrication from a set of curious customers directed to the right place," she nodded her head toward Butch, who was chatting with some regulars at the other side of the room, "Who knows who might end up on the stage baring it all for the crowd, hmm?" She winked at Danny, and then as he started to leave, she reached out and grabbed his elbow to stop him.

"Say, you wouldn't happen to have a cell phone on you, would you? I don't need to make a call... but if you could loan it to me for a moment, I'm sure your friend would appreciate it..." Curious, Danny handed her the phone. She took it, then poured a shot of tequila into a glass. She turned the phone on, quickly found the camera, and then nestled the shot glass between her tits. With a quick flourish of the wrist aimed it back at herself and snapped a pic of her cleavage, the shot glass held firmly between her breasts, the tequila threatening to spill at any second.

"There," she said as she handed Danny back the phone and set the shot glass down on the counter without spilling a drop. "Tell your friend that if he's thirsty, I've got a special drink for him here. On the house!"

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

At the club

Butch had been making the rounds, making sure all the patrons were happy and spending their hard earned cash quite generously. He'd occasionally buy a round of drinks for those regulars, or those who were throwing money like it grew on a tree. Of course there were those patrons who were celebrating one event or another. It was usually a milestone birthday, bachelor parties, or in some cases, those celebrating the finality of a divorce. It mattered none to Butch, just as long as they were spending their money. He chewed on his trademark cigar wherever he went, though conscious not to light it up.

The club was packed to capacity, and from what he could see, the new girl was working out fairly well behind the bar. It seemed as if Nick didn't mind her help. Customers were coming and going quite frequently without having to wait! More liquor meant more money! It was all good!

However, as the early night progressed, Butch became increasingly concerned that one of his star performers had not showed up. Busty Betty, who was due to perform shortly, had not come in, and none of the girls knew where she was. She hadn't answered her phone, so her whereabouts were totally unknown.

Butch gave the nod for the girls to skip Betty's spot, and begin the next rotation. He had been so consumed and worried about Betty, that he practically forgot about Sylvia, working behind the bar. It wasn't until he heard a young man approach the nearby table, that he remembered Sylvia's promise.

"Damn! Barrett! You gotta check out the bartender! She's a fucking hottie, and she's gonna treat you to a shot! You just gotta go over there and get it! Check out this picture! C'mon Barrett!" Danny whipped out his phone and showed Barrett the photo of the shot glass nestled in between Sylvia's tits. Immediately, Barrett's face turned bright red, as the other partygoers ogled over the photo. In unison with Danny, the five groomsmen began chanting, "Do it Barrett ... Do it ... Barrett ... Barrett!"

Barrett's embarrassment was quite obvious as he stammered and stuttered, trying his best to turn down the generous offer.

"Damnit Barrett! If you don't do it, I'll do it!"

Danny returned to the bar and apologized to Sylvia, explaining that the soon-to-be-wed gent was too shy! Danny countered, sliding her a ten dollar bill, that he'd volunteer to do the shot. "Maybe if he sees me do one, he'll do one then!"

Danny watched eagerly as Sylvia nestled the shot glass deep into her cleavage. The hoots and hollers from his entourage could be heard in the distance as Danny buried his head into Sylvia's cleavage, wrapping his lips around the glass. Sylvia's hands wrapped around his head and cradled him to her bosom while the others carried on! Sylvia then leaned forward, bending Danny back, pouring the contents of the glass into his throat while allowing his buddies an opportunity to view her tightly contained cleavage!

Not only had the entourage seen the ordeal, but so had a lot of other patrons, who joined in with a raucous cheer. No doubt, Sylvia would soon have a long line of patrons waiting to do body shots from between her luscious tits.

Butch saw the entire scene, and knew Sylvias words to be a fact. She was indeed going to be a prime factor for this bar to make a lot more money than he had been accustomed to! Nonetheless, he was down a performer, and needed someone to fill Betty's spot. Making up his mind, Butch made his way to the DJ booth and stole the mic from the DJ.

"All right gents! You've all been ogling at her behind the bar! How many of you would like to see her up here on stage? If you want the sexy, the sultry, the sensuous Sylvia to show it all, you gotta let her hear it! If you want Sylvia ... Let her know it!"

With only a little urging from Butch, the entire crowd began a loud chant, everyone yelling in unison ... "SYLVIA ... SYLVIA ... SYLVIA ..."

 

[Pywakit]

Sylvia

Sylvia grinned in delight as she heard her name chanted by the crowd. She set down the towel she'd been using to wipe down spilled booze off the counter and glanced over at Nick.

"Well then, sounds like my public is calling for me. I'll try to keep them distracted so that there won't be a sudden rush for drinks while you're all alone back here, though," she told Nick with a wink, and a brief playful squeeze to the hard-on through his pants as she brushed by him to step out from behind the bar.

The crowd erupted in cheers as she waved at them and began threading her way through toward the stage. As she climbed up onto the central stage, she looked out at the crowd, caught Barett's eye, and winked at him. She stepped over to where Butch stood at the DJ's booth and quickly whispered to him.

"Pick out something fun from the music, then give me a few minutes to get ready," she said, then slipped backstage, letting Butch take care of the announcements and choice of music. Backstage, she retrieved the bag she'd brought with her and quickly changed back into the outfit she'd worn to her interview, taking a few moments to ad a few surprises along the way. In a few minutes, she was dressed and ready in her slutty schoolgirl outfit, waiting just off stage for Butch to give her the cue to come out and start her dance.

It didn't take long; within a few seconds, she heard the music start, a low, rumbling electronic piece with a great beat. Full of excitement and confidence, she strode gracefully and resolutely out on to the stage, long strides that took her to the center stage where a glittering pole stood... and to a point where she could dance with Barett's table front and center. Cheers went up from the crowd as her dance began.

Sylvia wore a pair of black, knee-high leather boots with high heels. Beyond the top of those boots, her dark stockings rose up to mid-thigh, where a few inches of bare, pale flesh stretched before her black leather miniskirt hid the tops of her legs—barely. A glittering zipper ran up her right hip, and she wore a pale blue button-up blouse tucked into her miniskirt. Gold bracelets glittered on her wrists, rings on her fingers, and hoops of gold and emerald studs shone on her ears. As the dance began, she slid her hands up her front, her black lacy fingerless gloves stark against the pale blue of her blouse, sliding under the black tie that hung down her front.

For a few moments, her dance had her gyrating and slinking in a circle around the pole, and then she began to unbutton her blouse, one clasp at a time. Slowly, her ample cleavage came into view, and as her unbuttoning brought her down below her tits she turned her back to Barett, grinding her ass in tight little circles as she finished undoing her blouse. She opened it with her hands, then shrugged out of it and her tie to reveal a flimsy black half-slip that hung over her tits but left the small of her back exposed. The bright crimson straps of her g-string thong rose up from under her miniskirt to ride high on her hips as she turned to face Barett again. She made eye contact with him and smiled, then slid her slip up over her head as well and tossed it aside to reveal a crimson, strapless bra that matched her thong.

The song was picking up steam now. Sylvia slid her hands down her body, then caught the zipper on her hip. As she shook and swayed, she slid the zipper up, and then with a whiping motion of her hand, her miniskirt came free to reveal her crimson g-string in full. The front was scandalously trim, with a heart-shaped
"window" in the fabric just above where her sex remained barely hidden. She moved to the pole now, clambering up it and then wrapping her legs around it as she hung backward, slowly spinning back down to the ground. She spread her legs, then rolled over on her belly, thrusting lewdly against the floor as she slithered toward the edge of the stage to face Barett again. She rose to a crouch, then slid her hands up her sides and then around her back to deftly undo the clasp of her bra. The flimsy crimson garment slid free and with great aim, she sent the bra across the room to land draped over Barett's shoulder. She wasn't quite fully nude under the bra, though; Each nipple remained obscured by inch-thick, "X" shaped patches of black tape. She rose back to her feet and slowly moved away from the edge of the stage, hooking her thumbs under the straps of her g-string thong to tug up on them, causing the fabric to suck up between her lips in a blatant, unmistakable camel toe before she let the straps snap back onto her hips. She slid her right arm up her body to lift her right breast, and with her left arm she reached out to point at Barett. With a wink and a smile, she curled her finger, inviting Barett to join her on the stage, much to the delight and shock of his friends.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Barrett's face was quite red, the apparent target of the new stripper's attention. Everyone in the club was yelling and screaming, dollar bills littering the stage everywhere she danced. As each pice of clothing came off, the raucous din grew louder and louder, to near deafening decibels. However, when Sylvia's bra went flying through the air, landing on none other than Barrett, it was Danny and his cohorts that made the most noise!

"She's got the hots for you Barrett! I told you! Man ... check out those moves! Can you imagine what she'd be like in bed? She's probably a non-stop fucking machine!" Danny continued goading Barrett, shoving a pointed elbow into his ribs, never once taking his eyes off the luscious beauty that once hid behind the bar.

"Knock it off," Barrett countered bashfully. "She's just playing it up for the money!" Barrett returned the elbow, "If you want it so bad, why don't you go for it?"

As the stripper removed practically everything else, save for her shoes and the thong that had been swallowed by her pussy, everyone in the room ogled at her lithe movements, only angered that they couldn't see her nipples, hidden by the black tape. Barrett, Danny, and the rest of their gang sat slack-jawed at the foot of the stage amazed at the unbelievable sight before them.

When Sylvia began crooking her finger at Barrett, the entire crowd erupted like a lion's roar. There was a massive urging for Barrett to take the stage and join Sylvia, even though Barrett sat like a statue, too afraid to move. If it hadn't been for Danny and the other groomsmen picking Barrett up and hoisting him to the stage, Barrett would probably never have moved an inch. But now that Barrett was on stage, there was nowhere else for him to go.

He was not one who liked being the center of attention, nor did he want to be teased, or enticed in any manner that would potentially jeopardize his pending marriage. He couldn't run off the stage, nor was there anywhere for him to hide. So without any option left, Barrett moved ever so slowly towards the nearly naked bombshell.

As Barrett shuffled his way, embarassingly tormented already by the ordeal, the DJ announced over the system that Barrett was a bachelor, soon to be married. Again, the crowd erupted in a maniacal cry, and it wasn't clear if they were cheering Barrett or Sylvia. Someone lifted a chair onto the stage, and it was quickly positioned next to the pole.

Barrett took the assigned seat, his face clearly showing his inner turmoil, being so close to a beautiful woman, who was hovering over him. It didn't help that the woman was practically completely naked either!

Before Sylvia entered into her routine, one of the performing girls who was taking her turn working the floor, tossed a pair of handcuffs onto the stage. She yelled to Sylvia, for her to use them and give him the "bachelor special"! The next thing Barrett realized, his hands were cuffed behind his back, behind the chair, behind the pole! In essence, there was no escaping this ordeal now! The nervous sweat was oozing from his pores.

In the meantime, another stripper, Melanie Melons, was working the floor and had settled herself into Danny's lap, rubbing her ass over Danny's crotch. The two watched as Sylvia went into her routine with Barrett. Before things got too intense with the show on stage, Barrett had arranged for Melanie to come back to their hotel room for some more 'intimate' partying!

Things were getting rather heated on stage, and Sylvia had commanded everyone's undivided attention as she went to work on Barrett ...

 

[Pywakit]

Sylvia

Sylvia paced back and forth before Barret, swaying her hips and waiting for the next song to start. She smiled at him, and saw how nervous he was... she realized that he was so nervous and worried that he'd not be able to concentrate on what she was about to do. And then, her master's words returned to her—she couldn't just fuck this man and be done with it. He had to profess his love for her before she claimed him, and that wasn't something he was likely to do to a woman he thought was using him as a prop.

Of course, to a certain extent, he was, but he didn't have to know that.

Sylvia kept smiling, and As she bent over him, pretending to make sure his handcuffs were tight but comfortable, she whispered in his ear.

"Don't be nervous; it's all part of the show. I know you're getting married tomorrow and you're probably really pissed at your friends for putting you in this position, but know what? You can get back at them just by enjoying yourself. So don't worry about what's going on now, concentrate on your wife-to-be if you want, or watch their expressions when they realize how much they're missing out up here on the stage. I'm not going to hurt you." She smiled again, and then walked away to stand at the edge of the stage facing the audience. Of course, a lot of what she'd just told him was a lie, but he didn't need to know that. And she was pretty sure that, once she was done with him, he wouldn't be thinking of his wife much at all...

The music started back up, another rhythmic electronic number with a heavy bass to it. She started swaying, working her hips left and right, sliding her hands up her thighs, tugging again at her thong to make sure her cameltoe was on full display, and then up her belly to cup her breasts. She shot a dazzling smile at the crowd, then with a flick of the wrist, she peeled away the tape from her nipples and flung her arms wide, flicking the X shaped patch of tape out into the audience. Her nipples stung for a moment as she ripped off the tape, and then the heat of the club flushed over her and they stood proud and erect.

Sylvia dropped to her hands and knees, tits pressed to the polished floor as the music kicked up. She waved her ass at Barett, presenting herself to him, and then rose to her hands and knees and turned. Slowly she began to slink toward him; as she reached him, she put a hand on each of his knees and spread his legs wide, then slid her hands up his thighs to rest them on his hips. She deliberately avoided touching his cock, but she could see how hard he was growing through the bulge in his pants anyway.

She stood up then and spun, then backed up against him, squatting between his spread legs so her ass pressed up against his hips. She could feel his cock through his pants now—no mistaking its erect state as she began to slide her ass cheeks back and forth over him. As the music picked up, she turned again and stepped up and over his legs, straddling them as she lowered herself down into his lap, pressing her barely-covered pussy against his trapped hard-on as she settled in to give him a lap dance.

She swayed and rolled and rocked on him, her full tits brushing against his chest now and then, her hips grinding on him. Sweat was pouring out of him, and she was growing impressed with his ability to resist her and not shoot his load in his pants.

Sylvia wasn't sure if this routine was exactly what the other performer had meant by the "bachelor special," but she was also pretty sure no one cared. She looked down to the crowd and blew them a kiss, then motioned for one of the waitresses to bring her the shot she was carrying. The waitress complied, and Sylvia leaned back, presenting her tits to Barett before she leaned back in, pressing them against his face, rubbing them all over him before finally lowering them so they were pushed up under his chin, each tit resting on the fronts of his shoulders.

Sylvia took the shot glass filled with alcohol and leaned her head back, then balanced the shot glass on the base of her upturned neck, just above the cleft of her cleavage. Leaving the glass balanced there, she took her breasts in hand and pressed them together, forming a huge mound of cleavage that ran directly down toward Barett's lips. As the music hit its climax, she leaned up and nudged the glass with her chin. It tipped forward and she felt a river of booze run down her chest, pooling in the cleft of her tits and then running down her cleavage, directly into Barett's mouth.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Barrett sat in the chair, unable to move as the stripper leaned in to him and whispered some comforting words, trying to get him to relax. He listened as she commented about him getting married tomorrow. Even though he wasn't getting married tomorrow, thankful for that because he'd be too hung over, he didn't correct her. The truth was, he was to be married in two weeks.

That little bit of misinformation was helpful to distract his thoughts from the embarrasing situation he found himself in. Barrett did think about his wife-to-be. Julie was such a sweetheart. He had been in love with her for what seemed like forever. It was only his relentless pursuit of her that convinced her, he was the man for her. They enjoyed fun times together, and shared a lot of common interests. And although Julie kept her virginity in tact from Barrett, she did give some great head!

Damn! The mere thought of sex with Julie brought Barrett back to the present, his cock hardening under the stripper's ass, grinding on his crotch. She seemed to easily find his rising interest, nestling it between her cheeks as her hips swayed to the bass beats of the blaring music. She was practically stroking his cock with her ass as she danced to the music.

If Barrett's hands hadn't been cuffed behind his back, he was certain, he'd be tempted to grab and squeeze the bubbles of flesh resting in his lap. For that, he was thankful, trying his damnedest to stay calm and collected. But when Sylvia raised her ass higher, and literally stroked his cock with her pussy, Barrett thought he'd lose his mind. If he wasn't in the middle of a club, and his companions weren't around, he most likely would have!

Once again Barrett was thankful that there was no way this situation could get out of hand. So all he did was begin concentrating on when this ordeal would be over. That wasn't an easy task either, especially when she turned and sat in his lap, straddling him, her luscious tits pressed into his chest. He could see what seemed like a lust-filled haze in her eyes as she ground her pussy once again over his trapped tumescence. Barrett could see the fiery flames dancing within her eyes as she continued to ride him, mimicking a sensuous fuck. He had to fight with every ounce of energy he could muster, not to thrust his hips back.

Barrett was breathing heavily by the time Sylvia snagged a shotglass from another girl. Unsure of what was to happen, he just merely watched as she balanced the drink between her luscious orbs, lifting them so her taut nipples were almost brushing his lips. The glass tipped, and within seconds, Barrett could see the liquor running like a river between the mountains, in the valley of her pressed tits. If he didn't open his mouth, his face would be covered in alcohol. It was more of a natural, reflexive action to do so, and when he opened his mouth, the tequila fell into it, raining down like a waterfall until the contents were empty!

Barrett swallowed the shot, twisting his face as he did so. Sylvia didn't help matters any by forcibly wiping her slippery nipples across his lips, just before separating her mountains, and wrapping them around Barrett's head.

Barrett found himself buried between Sylvia's tits, smothered by her flesh, as she banged the sides of his head with her melons, shimmying her shoulders, causing her tits to jiggle incessantly. The shaking sensation made Barrett's head spin, and the drunkenness was finally settling in.

The next thing Barrett realized was that his shirt was being cut up into strips of tattered cloth as it was ripped from his body. Sylvia had retrieved another shot and poured it over Barrett's naked chest. Her lips then quickly clamped over each nipple and suckled the alcohol from his chest, with a frenzied effort. Her teeth clamped over his nipples while her tongue lashed repeatedly over the captured flesh.

If that wasn't bad enough, Sylvia then climbed up higher on Barrett. Holding onto the pole for support, she lifted one leg over Barrett's shoulder, and then the other leg went over the other shoulder. Her camel toe pussy was now in Barrett's face as she raised and lowered her hips. Even though she was a fraction of an inch from making contact, it looked to everyone else, that Sylvia was riding Barrett's face. Her honeyed scent wafted directly into Barrett's nostrils, clouding his brain even further. He was so tempted to stick out his tongue and just quickly steal a swipe, but worried himself over the consequences.

By the time Barrett had been taunted enough, and he gained the drunken courage needed to just go for it, Sylvia had dismounted him and paraded triumphantly around the stage. She ended up stooping behind the pole and ran her hands all over Barrett's naked chest before finally freeing him from his cuffs. The DJ threw Sylvia a printed tee shirt emblazoned with the club's logo and the silhouhette of a naked pole dancer. Under the image was the phrase, "This bachelor downed it all at the Bottoms Up"

Sylvia helped Barrett on with his new shirt and then kissed him on the lips before helping him off the stage. She whispered something else to him as he was walking off stage, but he didn't understand what she was saying. His alcohol filled, scrambled brain didn't process her words entirely. It was something about meeting her later, but it didn't make sense. He slumped into his chair as his buddies all slapped his back and gave high fives around the table

**** **** ****

Butch watched Sylvia's performance from his off-stage vantage point. He had to admit, that she was true to her words! She was a definite natural that seemed to have the draw power that his club needed. He no longer had any doubts about her abilities, and knew she'd make top headliner in a few short weeks. Immediately, his mind started looking forward to collecting his "service fee" that she had guaranteed him, if she got the opportunity to dance! He couldn't wait to sink his cock into that tight little pussy and fuck her till she screamed for mercy!

When the bachelor finally left the stage and Sylvia gathered up all the money thrown onto the stage, he intercepted her exit to the changing room!

"Great show there! I gotta admit, you are as good as you promised! I still need you to make your way back to the bar, and keep helping Nick out! But you got two more rotations on stage, and then you gotta hook up with one of the girls for a special showing before the night is out!" Chomping on his trademark cigar, Butch slapped her heartily on her naked ass, pushing her into the changing room. "Now go get changed, and get back to work! And don't forget our little agreement!" Butch meandered back out into the crowd as the next dancer came onto the stage.

 

[Pywakit]

Sylvia

"That's just a preview, Barrett, of what you can have from me if you want it," she'd whispered in his ear as the dizzy bachelor made his way back down off the stage to his friends. Sylvia waved to the crowd and moved backstage, where Butch was waiting. She listened to him attentively, but her mind was on Barrett. She wasn't sure how long he'd still be at the club, but judging by his friends, they were just getting started. She planned on leaving the club with him, of course; planned on getting him to fall completely for her before sunrise. At which point she would leave this club behind her, so she had no real intention of letting Butch collect the payment he'd asked of her. If there was time, perhaps...

After dressing again in her bar outfit, Sylvia returned to help with the drinks, but as the hours wore on, she kept an eye on Barrett and his friends. They were pacing themselves well, and had all signs of staying until closing. Twice more, Sylvia mounted the stage to dance, although these dances were shorter and didn't directly involve Barrett, she made sure to make eye contact with him several times; by the end of her third dance, he was openly ogling her, no longer trying to hide his gaze.

She saw how one of the other dancers, a busty brunette named Melanie, had seemed to connect pretty solidly with the group as well—particularly with Danny. She approached Melanie shortly after her third dance. "So," she said. "Getting pretty cozy with some of those guys, are you?"

Melanie glanced at her, then smiled. "Yeah. They invited me to come with them back to their hotel or something for a private show, in fact. You're new here, but you seem to be a quick learner; Butch doesn't mind us freelancing like that, but if you do get invited, you'll need to give him a cut of what you make. 30% is usually what the rest of us give him."

Sylvia nodded. "Say," she said, an idea forming in her head. "Butch mentioned something about a girl-on-girl show near the end; I don't suppose you'd be interested in partnering up with me for it, would you?" When Melanie agreed, Sylvia smiled. Perfect. When the two of them were on stage for the grand finale, Sylvia could use her supernatural powers to drain just enough of Melanie's energy to make the other woman sick enough that she'd have to cancel, and then Sylvia would be poised to swoop in and take the other woman's place at Barrett's private party later that night.

Sylvia went back to work behind the bar, and Melanie spoke with Butch to set everything up. Yet as the time drew near, Sylvia was starting to worry that the girl-on-girl portion of the evening wouldn't be "intimate" enough for her to easily drain enough of Melanie's spirit to sicken her.

"So, Nick," she said, turning to the bartender. "I'm supposed to do a girl-on-girl bit with Melanie in a bit here. Any hints on what that's going to entail?"

Nick shrugged. "Depends on Butch, really. He generally comes up with a theme for the girl-girl stuff, be it a dance or a wet t-shirt contest or some semi-fake kissing and groping or whatever. He'll call you and Melanie up on the stage when it's time and describe what kind of show the two of you are putting on, though... but be ready for anything! Butch can be pretty creative!"

Sylvia thanked him with a brush of a hip against his hardened cock, then focused on her job as she waited for Butch to announce the final climax of the evening's show.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

At the Bottoms Up

Danny continued as the coordinator / spokesman for the group, working his way towards the crowded bar. It seemed that ever since Sylvia had danced her first routine, the guys were clamoring to the bar, vying for her attention. When Danny finally poked through the crowd, he was surprised at how quickly Sylvia tended to him, refilling several more pitchers. Danny was overwhelmed by her sly smile, and the fire dancing in her eyes. When he slid her the twenty, he leaned far across the bar and in a slightly loud whisper, "Hey there! We're continuing the party afterwards, at the Regency Hotel. It'd be really cool if you could make it. There'll be some more money in it for you!" He slipped her a piece of paper with the room number and was thrilled when she folded it and tucked it under her tight fitting top.

He returned to the table with the beers with a joyful glee, telling everyone, except Barrett, that he lined up two girls for the party. That meant there'd be plenty of action available for each of the guys! The others seemed thrilled also.

+++++ +++++

It was nearing the end of the night, and the time for the feature acts had drawn near. Butch had gone through several girl-on-girl routines, saving, what he hoped would be the best performance for last. He called up, both Melanie and Sylvia for the final performance of the night. Given the success of Sylvia's original performance, he was given an idea for their theme.

He got the girls backstage and handed each girl their assigned outfits from the racks. He handed Sylvia a black and white striped prison outfit, while giving Melanie a policeman's outfit, complete with a baton and hand cuffs. Both of the outfits were designed to tear away easily, revealing the dancer's finer assets. He told the girls to put on a good show, and freelance to the music, winking at the two of them with a suggestive grin.

Butch scrambled to the stage, thanking those that still remained for the final performance of the night, and then introduced Melanie and Sylvia!

++++++ ++++++

Danny, Barrett, and the rest of the guys were mesmerized by the performance, every single one of them imagining how wild their private party would be with the two women there. Some were drawn to Melanie, while others seemed attracted to Sylvia, not to Mention Barrett, whose eyes never broke contact with Sylvia during the entire scene.

By the time the performance was over, Danny was sure there wasn't a soft cock in the entire club! The group of men were ushered from the club without the escort of the women, who had promised to meet up with them at the hotel.

The raucous group headed on back with high expectations for an evening that would never stop.

Meanwhile, Butch made it perfectly clear to Sylvia that he would be waiting for her in his office! ....

 

[Pywakit]

Sylvia

Sylvia was ecstatic that things seemed to be falling together so perfectly; the slightly scratchy feeling of Danny's room number against the flesh of her breast a constant reminder of the fact that she wouldn't have to take care of replacing Melanie after all; they'd both be there later this evening. After all... that could work out for the best, especially if Melanie could keep the other guys entertained and thus let Sylvia focus her attention on Barrett!

Later that evening, and judging by the sound of the cheers and whistles from the audience, Sylvia's act with Melanie was a rousing success. They'd improvised, as Butch had asked, with Melanie coming on stage leading Sylvia as if she were a prisoner being lead to her cell. Yet instead, she lead her to the central pole and proceeded to perform a stylized strip search of the fiery redhead. Once she'd stripped Sylvia down to nothing, she marched her around the stage until Sylvia suddenly whirled and caught the other woman with her arm behind the back. She wrestled the fake gun from Melanie, then pretended to force her, at gun point, to strip as well. Their set ended with both of them rubbing against each other, kissing and sliding their hands up along each other's sides. Sylvia wouldn't have minded taking things even further, but the club had a strict policy of no on-stage sex... unfortunately.

Backstage after the show, after they'd dressed again in their clothes (Sylvia again in her schoolgirl outfit), Melanie spoke. "So, you going up to the hotel for a little after-work action?"

"I think so," said Sylvia. "I have to go talk to Butch first, though." Melanie smiled knowingly.

"No problem," she said. "I'm gonna head home real quick to shower and get a change of clothes. I'll meet you at their hotel lobby in a half hour—sound good?"

Sylvia nodded, then watched as the other woman left. A half hour... should be plenty of time to go visit Butch. All of the action she'd been taking lately had her really hot and bothered, after all... a good fucking would clear her head and help her focus on the work ahead. She knocked on Butch's door, then opened it and stepped into his office.

"What was it you wanted to see me about, boss?" she asked, knowing full well what he wanted.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

"What was it you wanted to see me about, boss?"

Butch chomped on his cigar with excited anticipation. He pointed to the door, nodding his head as he did so, directing Sylvia to close the door. After she did so, he then pointed to the chair, waiting for her to take a seat. He perused her body, noting the seductive pose she struck as she took her seat, her eyes, having that playful fire, simmering in her dark pools. Her red hair draped deliciously over her shoulders, playing on her flesh like a million fingers, aching to touch her.

Butch opened a drawer and pulled a small banded wad of cash, and laid it upon his desk, sliding it towards Sylvia, his heavy hand protecting it. "I'm a man of my word! I promised you a job, and I gave you one. I told you I'd get you on stage if I had a no show, and I got you on stage!" He never removed his hand from the money earned, casting a keen eye on Sylvia, as he tried to read her thoughts. "So far, you've been a woman of your word! You more than doubled our usual intake at the bar, with that little body shot routine you did! We finally sold more liquor than we did beer!" Sylvia hadn't reached for the money, but Butch began pulling it back away, slowly sliding it back towards himself. "Not to mention, your stage presence is just as good, if not better than our top performers. Only time will tell, when the patrons start requesting you! Then you'll prove you are the best!" Now that the money was back on his side of the desk, Butch's stare, became more one of expectation, adding a playful hint of lust. "You did, however, make a promise! Now, how 'bout it Sugar Cakes? Are you a woman of your word?"

Butch made no further pretenses for his expectations. He slid his chair, back away from the table, and rose, circling till he was behind Sylvia. He leaned over her and placed his hands on her shoulders, running them down, under her top until he was palming her luscious tits. He squeezed them playfully, as he leaned into her neck, and suckled the flesh, his fingers zeroing in on her nipples, rolling them as they hardened under his touch.

"Now it's time to keep that promise, and show Sugar Daddy that all those moves on stage aren't just for show!"

Butch closed his mouth on her ear, nibbling as he began taking liberties with his newest dancer.

 

[Pywakit]

Sylvia

Sylvia murmured in delight, raising her hands up along Butch's shoulders as he nibbled at her ear and pawed at her tits. She let him continue this for a moment, then she slid deftly out form under his grip and spun so she was leaning against the front of his desk, facing her. She smiled, then in one swift move she slid her top off over her head, exposing her full, beautiful breasts. She stepped toward Butch, one hand forcefully tugging the chair out of the way and throwing it aside so she could drop to her knees in front of him. She had his belt undone and his pants opened before he realized what she was up to, and he barely got a word out before his hard, huge cock was in her mouth.

She took him deep, her tonsils slapping against the head of his cock as it slid on by them. With one hand, she slid up to clutch at the hem of his pants, slowly working them down around his knees while her other hand cupped and massaged his balls. She sucked noisily at him, working up a heroic load of spit against his rod, snorting through her nose in a most decidedly unladylike manner. Finally, when she figured he was good and lubed, she stood and backed up against the desk. Long strings of spit stretched between her smiling lips and his bobbing, dripping cock, snapping and spattering on the floor as she leaned against the desk.

"There," she said, "Nice and slippery." She turned around and swept his paperwork and folders off the front of the desk, along with the money he'd showed her as if she didn't give a shit about it... only the coming fucking mattered. She leaned over his desk, pressing her tits against it as the pose made her ass rise. She slid apart her legs and reached back to tug the lower edge of her miniskirt up and over her back, revealing her dripping spread pussy.

"So is this," she said. "Maybe even more slippery than you. Care to find out for yourself?"

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Butch's office

Butch was a bit stunned by Sylvia's reaction to his blatant advances. Despite the promises made, his experience had led him to expect a little bit of a fight. Most of the girls struggled with his request for periodic servicing, considering him an old bastard for exerting such pressure on them. They all paid at one point or another, but none of them were ever as eager for a fucking as Sylvia seemed to be.

Most of the girls, as Butch had come to realize, were more into each other, than they were into men. They got their jollies teasing all the men, knowing they'd never, ever, fuck any of them. Then they'd go home and get it on with their girlfriends! So when it came time for an occasional fuck with Butch, they had the attitude of 'hurry up and get it over with!'

Butch eyed the swollen camel toe peering back at him, her finger sliding over the glistening, hairless lips, inviting his cock to enter! He wasted absolutely no time sinking his snake into her slippery hole. "Ooohhh yesss! Nice and wet! All that teasing on stage got you all worked up, huh?" Butch punctuated his question with a thrust, gripping Sylvia's hips as he lurched forward, pushing her against the desk.

He kept thrusting, repeatedly reminding Sylvia how good a real cock felt as he pulled her hips to his groin, grinding his tool against her cervix. He pushed her back tighter to the desk, mashing her tits against the cold surface, running his hand along her spine, down to her shapely ass. The rippling of her squeezing along his length sent shivers through his body, bringing his seed to a rapid boil.

He slapped her ass with a mighty smack, feeling the heat from her flesh radiate through his palm. He palmed the reddened ass as he continued pumping his cock into her tight pussy, surprised at how tight she kept herself! Her pussy was not sloppily abused!

After settling into a comfortable rhythm, Butch released his grip on Sylvia's hip, running his free hand back up her spine, gathering up a fistfull of the lush red locks along the way. He yanked back on the rein and smacked her ass one more time before redoubling his tempo, slamming her thighs into the edge of the desk. A few minutes later, Butch grunted and released a surprisingly large load of milky cream into her quivering snatch.

Butch was so overtaken by Sylvia's wanton sexuality, that he hadn't even considered pulling out and spraying his seed anywhere else. It was only as he was coming down off his blinded lust that he realized what he did, and momentarily worried about any consequences. However, it seemed that Sylvia was loving every second of it, reaching her hand between her legs to scoop up any remnants seeping out, only to feed her slick fingers into her mouth. She then deftly turned and returned to her position between Butch's legs as she swallowed his deflated cock, and suckled it clean of any sluice.

Butch lost himself in the deep dark pools of her eyes as he drifted in a dazed manner back to his chair where he plopped himself. "Mmmmm, that's it Sugar Cakes! Mmmmm, real good!" He watched through glossy eyes as Sylvia recomposed herself and dressed. She ambled over to the mess she had created on the floor and picked up the banded cash, rolled it, and tucked it securely between her ripe melons. "See ya tomorrow! Don't be late!"

Butch was still in a daze when Sylvia left his office, so much so, that he didn't hear the snicker in her voice as she bounded out in a hurried manner.

 

[Pywakit]

Sylvia

As she dressed and wiggled her fingers at Butch in goodbye, Sylva absorbed the load of come he'd shot into her, drawing more energy from the seed and knowing she'd need all of it she could get for what was still to come in the night. She'd been tempted as the man had come inside her to take more than his come, to suck his life out through his cock and leave him a blackened husk on the floor of the office, but that would have complicated things. Not the least because her master had not given her leave to enthrall him, much less murder him.

She was aware of the looks and the catcalls she was getting from passersby as she walked down the street, of how cars slowed as they passed her by so the passengers and drivers could ogle her. The schoolgirl outfit she wore looked rather out of place on the street this late at night, but she didn't care and neither did anyone else, it seemed.

She got to the hotel right on time. Melanie was waiting for her. She'd come dressed in a tight black miniskirt and matching top that left her midriff and a nice pile of cleavage on full display. As the other woman rose from the chair she'd been sitting in, Sylvia met her in a deep kiss, clutching the other woman to her, crushing their tits together as their lips locked and she sent her tongue deep into Melanie's mouth in greeting. When she broke the kiss, she noted with approval that Melanie seemed distracted and even a bit flushed at the greeting.

"Good to see you, Mel," she said. "Let's head on up!"

She was knocking on the door to the suite a few minutes later, Melanie standing behind her and, Sylvia noted proudly, checking out her ass. They could hear heavy music and loud shouting in the room beyond as footsteps approached to open the door. It sounded like the party was already well under way.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Party at the hotel!

Danny and the boys were enjoying themselves with much harder alcohol, now that they were back in the sanctity of the hotel suite! The beer they had consumed had served to start the night off with a good buzz, but now it was time to really let loose and just be men among the boys! Barrett received plenty of ribbing from his groomsmen about the various strippers that attended to him throughout the evening. Jack, Craig, Barry, Luke, and Danny didn't ease up on Barrett about how one particular stripper seemed to take special interest in him. The groomsmen repeatedly teased Barrett, saying that Sylvia had the hots for him!

Even Barrett couldn't deny the fact that Sylvia seemed to always catch his eye, always entrancing him, always exciting him! There was no denying that Sylvia had a certain appeal that Barrett couldn't ignore! Even the slightest consideration that Barrett might have an opportunity to notch another conquest before he said his vows, seemed to get a rise in his loins. He knew how wrong the actual act would be, and found relief tucking it away as merely a fantasy! He was glad the torture was over, and had no clue what his best man had arranged.

When the knock came upon the door, Barrett could only assume that it was hotel personnel, coming to tell them to lower the level of their partying, since it was no doubtedly, keeping others awake. However, when Danny opened the door, Barrett was shocked to see two of the ladies from the strip club, and the fact that one was Sylvia, made his heart skip a beat.

Danny, also was a little surprised to see only the two girls, by themselves! Usually, the girls showed up with some sort of escort to protect them from unruly men like themselves. Maybe they didn't consider this group to be dangerous? Maybe they thought since there were two of them, they'd be able to protect each other? Or maybe, Danny assumed with a grin, there would be some real partying going on, now that they were out of the restrictions from the club?

He escorted the women into the room, to the makeshift bar, littered with botles of hard liquor, some mixers, ice, cups, and shotglasses. He offered the ladies each a drink, as the guys hovered around welcoming the women to their manly party. Barrett, on the other hand, remained in the background, not quite sure if he should be participating in this part of the evenings festivities?

After some shots, shared by everyone, other than Barrett, Danny prompted the girls to see if they wanted to get things started? He coaxed them to pick up where they had left off at the club. Isolating the two women to the side, Danny asked for them to do another girl-on-girl routine, just for Barrett! Melanie's high pitched squeal, delighted Danny, as she said, "Oh, you want us to get him all worked up ... show him what he's missing?"

"Yeah! That's it!"

Danny left the two girls alone as they began talking amongst themselves, apparently planning a routine. He, in the meantime, sat Barrett in a chair, handed him a cup filled with a mixture of several hard liquors, and then gathered the others around to sit in the sofas, in the makeshift circle! Danny watched as the two lovely strippers strutted into the circle with an air of confidence, wondering how things would progress, given that there were two women, and six men, alone in this room ... and shortly, the two women would be naked!