by Galia Ryan
The last thing she wanted was to draw more attention than necessary and so requested a glass of white wine. That she was not offered a choice of vineyards or even varietals came as no surprise. When the glass was placed in front of her she took a tentative sip. Sauvignon Blanc, she decided, not quite chilled enough, and slightly past its best.
She looked around, half out of curiosity, half wanting to ensure she knew exactly where to find the exit. The place was busy—no doubt about that. On the stage a couple of strippers were gyrating around poles. Their boredom was evident; most of the time they gazed at a distant point in space. Every now and then one would approach a punter in the hope that he would slip money under the garter she wore specifically for that purpose. Anna watched uncomfortably as a drunk was offered a pair of tits to grope while his mates cheered him on.
She felt Adam’s eyes on her and turned, offering a weak smile.
“You okay?”
“Fine.”
It was not quite the truth, but he seemed not to notice. Instead he turned back to follow the action on the stage.
She tried to detach herself by analysing the men watching the show. They fell mostly into two categories—inebriated groups calling out lewd suggestions and individuals who watched in complete silence, their eyes never leaving the exposed flesh in front of them. She couldn’t decide which was worse. A topless waitress pushed her way to the bar and Anna automatically edged away in order to avoid contact. The woman leaned forward to place an order with the barman.
“First time?” The gum she chewed added to her look of hostility as she turned and sized Anna up.
“Yes.”
The waitress glanced at Adam and her expression immediately changed. She straightened her back in order to push her tits out farther.
The subject of her attention turned and met her gaze.
“Hi,” he said.
“Can I get you anything?” the woman asked, easing a fraction closer.
“What are you offering?”
“What do you want?” she parried.
He deliberately looked down at her tits, which were large enough to hang down against her ribcage. He placed a finger on one and slowly ran it over her nipple.
He had forgotten Anna was there, or so it seemed.
“Another time?” He finally spoke.
“I’ll be waiting.”
She stepped back to the bar, transferred her order to her tray and moved away, but not before she had given Anna a triumphant look. Anna stifled the protests that rose to her lips; she had no right to any such feelings.
“Surely you’re not jealous?” Adam asked, his eyes twinkling.
“Of course not.”
She was furious with him. Why had he brought her to this place? Was it just to embarrass her?
“Come with me.”
He put his arm around her shoulder and led her to a table in a curving booth that offered a semblance of privacy. She slid awkwardly along the plastic padding and he followed, cutting off her exit. Without hesitation he pulled her towards him and kissed her. His lips were rough and demanding, giving no pretence of love. Anna returned his kiss with the same fervency, sucking gladly on his tongue when it invaded her mouth. She was lost in the baseness of it all and hoped the waitress would see and realise Adam had no need of any other woman. Not that night, not ever. She would show her who he really wanted.
As if reading her thoughts, he pushed aside the silk blouse she was wearing and pulled her breast from her bra. When his fingers dug painfully into her flesh she moaned into him, not caring that once again she was being publicly displayed. Then his hand went up her skirt and under the delicate lace of her briefs to play with her cunt.
Anna’s head went back as her breath caught.
“Please, yes,” she whispered, as he expertly rubbed her clit. She felt dirty, a complete slut, and didn’t care. This place was exactly where she deserved to be, and she wanted to be used, right then and there and put in her place by her master.
“Oh yes, yes.” She wanted his mouth, his tongue again.
Adam pulled away, leaving her exposed and raw.
“Better now, my little whore?” he asked.
“Yes, Master,” she gasped, knowing that in reality she did not feel better at all, only extremely horny.
“Then cover yourself. I’m taking you to meet someone.”
Chapter 17.
They went through a door marked Staff Only. Thanks to slightly better lighting, she was able to determine the place was even more run down than she had originally thought. Taking her hand, Adam led her up a staircase covered in the remnants of faded linoleum. At the top there was a small landing and two doors, both closed. He opened one and pushed her inside.
“Fuck off!”
“Nice welcome,” Adam replied.
Behind the desk an overweight and sweaty man was leaning back, overseeing the sucking of his cock by the naked girl between his legs. For her part the girl paid no attention to the interruption and continued her task somewhat mechanically.
“Oh, it’s you,” he acknowledged, somewhat reluctantly. “Okay, enough.”
He yanked the bobbing head off his crotch and shoved his still hard cock back into his trousers. Tucking in the excess of his shirt, he gave himself a surreptitious rub before pulling up his zip. He looked down at the girl, who still hadn’t moved.
“Go on. Get out.”
She got to her feet, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Anna could see she was young, maybe eighteen, but already world-weary. With a pointed lack of interest, the girl reached for her clothes and started to dress.
“All work and no play, Ali?” Adam asked as he sat down on a sofa that had seen better days.
He knew this man? Anna was shocked. Since no one had suggested otherwise, she remained standing and cast pleading glances in Adam’s direction.
“You know how it is, someone’s got to put them through their paces. Wouldn’t want the punters disappointed, would we?”
“Indeed we would not.”
Adam made himself even more comfortable after the girl disappeared out of the door. He put his feet up on a decrepit coffee table and leaned back, supporting his head with his hands.
“Nice.” Ali was looking Anna up and down.
“She is, isn’t she? How’s business?”
“Oh, you know—”
“You need to get some fresh talent down there.”
“So what brings you to this part of town?” Ali ignored the advice. He was still looking at Anna.
“I want you to try her out.”
Anna thought she was going to faint.
“Yeah?” The response was a mixture of uncertainty and hope. “Bit up market for this place, isn’t she?”
Ali rubbed his crotch again.
“Could be just what you need.”
Anna was staring at Adam in horror. He wouldn’t really do this to her, would he? He returned her look calmly while Ali watched with obvious amusement.
“I thought you liked showing your body in public?” Adam said.
“No,” Anna whispered.
“Really? You seemed happy enough downstairs.”
“You get used to it, love,” Ali offered helpfully. “It’s not bad money, either.”
“Why don’t you strip for us, Anna, let Ali take a look at you? Put some music on.” The last might have been directed at Ali but Adam’s eyes never left hers.
“Do you still want to please me?” he asked softly.
Anna was silent. She was confused and unhappy, wondering what would happen if she said no. She already knew the answer, though: she would never see him again.
“Yes, I want to please you.”
“Good. I want you to strip for my friend. And when you do, I want you to imagine you are on the stage downstairs. I want you to think about the men watching you, and turn each and every one of them on with your show. Can you do that?”
“I’ll try.”
The other man r
eached towards the CD player. It looked like the only recent addition to the room, she thought miserably; the rest was nothing more than a mismatch of junk shop furnishings.
Adam sat back and waited.
Anna closed her eyes and tried to picture herself with friends in a nightclub. Under normal circumstances she was a good dancer, but she had no idea of the moves required for striptease. She would have to improvise. She began to sway, her hips and belly moving delectably from side to side as her hands travelled down over her thighs and then up and over her breasts. Timing it to the beat, she undid the buttons of her top and slowly eased it from her shoulders. A moment later the two men were offered their first glimpse of a plunging black satin bra. Emboldened by a loud intake of breath—Ali, she guessed—she eased her top out of her skirt and, momentarily turning her back, dropped it to the floor. Then she turned back around to give her attention to her skirt. Her hands slipped up and over the fabric, lingering on her backside before she reached for the zip and pulled it down. Moments later it, too, lay on the floor.
With a new and strange sense of freedom she let the music wash over her.
“Get the bra off, love, and open your eyes. You need to make contact with the audience.”
Ali’s instruction brought her back to reality.
She turned her back once again and reached behind for the clasp. She had seen this in a movie. Undo the bra, but keep it in place with an arm. Turn back to the audience, slowly lower each strap and then pull the bra off altogether. Having completed the sequence, Anna raised her arms above her head and swayed seductively, proudly showing off like a professional. Ali couldn’t take his eyes off her.
“Very nice.”
“They are, aren’t they?” Adam agreed.
Ali gave a snort of laughter, shuffling in his chair to hide the fact that his hand was back on his cock.
Focusing on the poster—an old black and white photo of Marilyn Monroe—Anna rubbed and squeezed her breasts, offering them to her audience. She tried to remember the moves of the girls downstairs and for a few tantalising beats she rolled and pulled at her nipples to harden them, then let her hand drop down into the tiny wisp of black satin that hid her cunt. Her clit was hard and her fingers slid easily between the fleshy outer lips. She was surprised by how wet she was. Once again she turned her back on the two men and, bending forward to present her backside, hooked her fingers around the elastic of her g-string and dropped it to her knees.
Thanks to Adam, she had crossed yet another boundary.
As the track wound down she was still swaying and moving, her hands unconsciously attending to each and every part of her that demanded attention.
The room went quiet.
She stood still, looking from Ali to Adam and back again, shivering.
Adam slowly clapped. “Thank you Anna. A very nice performance. What do you think, Ali?”
“Not bad. Needs to learn a few tricks, but hey, we can teach her those.”
Anna’s fears resurfaced.
“Maybe some other time.” Adam was watching her.
Ali looked angrily from one to the other. “So let me get this right. You barge into my office, get your tart to strip and then tell me it ain’t going to happen?”
“In a nutshell,” Adam conceded.
“Fucking wonderful.”
“Anna, I think your performance was a little too much for my friend. Why don’t you bend over his desk and ask him nicely to fuck you instead?”
Anna couldn’t believe she had heard correctly. Was she really supposed to let this disgusting little man use her body? He was just awful. Not only was he overweight, but it was clear he didn’t care much for personal hygiene.
Ali grinned. It was not a pleasant sight.
“Now you’re talking.”
Adam held her gaze until her shoulders slumped in defeat. She stepped behind the desk, made a derisory effort to move some paperwork out of the way and then leaned forward onto her elbows. Turning to look over her shoulder, she parted her legs.
Ali ran his hands over her body. There was no refinement in his touch, which was not for her pleasure, but simply to further his own excitement. The sound of a drawer opening and foil being torn made her realise that he was at least going to use a condom. Closing her eyes tight, she tried to remove herself from the squalor of her surroundings and the fingers scissoring in and out of her as Ali attempted to open her as wide as he could. Suddenly he was inside her. With each thrust, the coarse hair of his thighs rasped against her skin until at last he was hard against the wall of her womb. Grunting loudly in pleasure, he began pumping at a furious pace.
Anna was mortified to think that Adam was watching her being used by another man. As the violation continued she was jerked back and forth, her breasts scraping the desktop. To her horror she realised her nipples had become hard again. Worse, her cunt was responding, too, and clenching around Ali’s cock. She knew she had sunk to an all time low when she pushed back, encouraging him even deeper into her.
“That’s it, baby. I knew you wanted it. Fucking hell. Oh fucking hell!”
It didn’t take long for Ali to cum. Afterwards he fell back into his chair to catch his breath. Anna dressed in silence, unable to look at either man.
Adam’s bathroom was larger than either bedroom of her new apartment, she thought dispassionately as he turned on the taps over the large corner bath and poured creamy liquid under the rushing water. Immediately the air was filled with a delicious fragrance.
“I know it’s none of my business,” she tentatively asked, “but how do you know someone like Ali?”
At first she thought he wasn’t going to answer.
“Let’s just say I provide start-up capital.”
She nodded. It didn’t matter anyway.
He gently undressed her.
“Get in the bath. I won’t be a minute.”
She did as she had been told, sinking blissfully into the soft bubbles. When he returned he was carrying two glasses and a bottle of her favourite champagne. Then he undressed and joined her.
Tenderly he began to soap her, running the sponge only as far as her knees before returning to her toes. She allowed herself to be overtaken by the sheer pleasure of being pampered. She thought she was being rewarded for the striptease, and for allowing him to see her being fucked by another man. But it was not that, she suddenly realised, it was her acceptance of his right to shame and humiliate her in any way he chose that had earned her such delights.
It couldn’t go on, she thought drowsily, concerned of what he might want of her next time. This would be their last encounter. It would be safer that way.
When he took her to his bed, he didn’t ask much of her other than that she make herself totally open to him. Knowing no release would be available to her, she concentrated only on his pleasure. It was an all-consuming, primitive form of love. He had brought her to her knees and she was proud to have been broken. She was completely his. Gradually she became aware that each touch of his body on hers was drawing a response so intense it was almost painful. She breathed slowly, wanting to hold and savour the wonder of it.
“Yes,” she heard his voice say in the distance. His rhythm slowed to match the sensuous languor of hers.
Holding her carefully, he pulled her over until they lay side by side. His cock was still inside her but she wanted it deeper. As if he understood he grasped the cheek of her arse and thrust until he was once again lodged against her womb. She wrapped her leg around his, holding him, as if to ensure he couldn’t pull out. She was in another world, one that was turning oh so slowly.
He began a gentle exploration—caressing, stroking and kissing, each touch so delicate it set her raw nerves on fire. He cupped her breast and she revelled in the ecstasy of it.
“Don’t stop. Oh, please don’t stop.” She begged incoherently.
“Do you want to cum?” His voice was hoarse.
“No, no, no,” she said, “I want this. Please don’t let it en
d.”
He was using her slowly and lingeringly and she was so very aware of being one with him. Each time he eased out a little, her womb shuddered with need. It made her want him even deeper, inside that part of her that had been created an eternity ago as a haven for his seed. She arched and twisted, craving him, and as she did he responded by thrusting deeper. Her loud groan betrayed her delicious frustration. Then he was still, and she knew he was waiting for the sensations he had created in her to settle. She knew want, desire. In her subspace the lightest touch of his fingers on her flesh stoked the fire in her. His mouth was on hers; his lips feather light as he gave her his breath and she drew on it as if she was drowning.
“I want, I want …” she murmured over and over.
“What do you want?”
Her breathing was once again ragged and rasping.
“You.” She was almost insensible.
Her reward was to be fucked brutally until he couldn’t hold back any longer. When he came his seed was hot and plentiful and filled her aching cunt to overflowing. More spilled down the insides of her thighs.
She had no idea how long she drifted apart from reality. Her senses were still raw and for a long time she idly stroked her body as if to soothe it. Aware that he was watching her, she forced her eyes open and smiled at him. She had no desire to cum. What he had done to her was far beyond any simple orgasm. She was satiated.
Chapter 18.
Dawn was not far off when she left. They had slept as lovers, his arm around her, her body curved into his. While she wanted nothing more than to remain in his bed, she made her way home, hoping that a new day would put everything back into perspective. She could not allow the arrangement to continue. As much as she loved the sex, it had to stop. Her body betrayed her, sending a tingling sensation deep into her womb as she remembered what he had made her do the night before.
