“I am not a very good dancer in case you didn’t know,” Freedom said and felt her face turn red when the woman laughed. She wasn't even going to touch the part about keeping her parts clean.
“Well duh, the girls and I will help, we practice in the mornings when only the old dudes are here. They like to watch and tell us if we are doing it right." Freedom looked confused at Shady's comment so she explained, "You know, if they are getting a boner. If you can get a rise in their pants, you are golden.” Shady laughed at the horrified look on Freedom’s face. “You are a stripper, hon, you do get that, right?”
“Well yeah, but I never actually thought about the guys,” Freedom whispered.
“Freedom, you applied to take off your clothes and jiggle your ass. A guy is gonna get a boner. Just make sure the right guys do and you will be fine.” Shady laughed.
Freedom stared at the ground and finally said, “Who are the right guys?”
“Anyone who tips you more than a twenty.” Shady smiled. “Come on, the guys will be here in a few ready to relax. Before then, I gotta get you loosened up.”
Freedom felt like she had passed a test of sorts.
*****
“This can’t be right,” Easy said as he looked at his computer. “Says she has a degree in accounting. A whore is a whore, she don’t have a degree.”
“Look at her financials,” Poke said. “If she had a degree in accounting, she wasted her money.”
“She’s broke, so what, she obviously isn’t making it on her back.” Easy shrugged.
“Yeah, but look at who withdrew the money,” Poke said.
“She is married?” Easy said with disgust. “Her man is making her work here to support him. Damn.”
“Yeah, sucks but at least she isn’t a plant,” Poke said.
“Where is her man now?” Easy asked.
“Wait, let’s find out, we don’t need a husband coming in here and fucking with business. Creed would be pissed if that happened,” Poke said.
They dug a little deeper and Poke was frowning at the screen when Easy finally asked. “What?”
“It’s not her husband,” Poke said. “It’s her father.”
“That’s seriously fucked up,” Easy said and looked at the transactions her father made. He had cleaned her out.
“Look at this,” Poke said and pulled up a picture he found of Freedom from a social media site. She was smiling at whoever took the picture while eating an ice cream cone. Damn, she was fucking hot, Poke thought while he looked at his friend.
Easy leaned forward and Poke could saw his interest. They had been friends a long time—he knew the signs.
“Damn, makes my cock hard just thinking of her using that mouth on it.” Easy groaned.
“She is hot,” Poke agreed.
“Yeah, but looks like she may be too much effort. I mean look at her. Rich girl on the skids, she will run back to her daddy soon. Best not worry about her too much because she won't be around long. Not to mean we can't tap it a few times before it goes out the door. Tight, fresh pussy for a change in venue and to see if it may be made out of gold,” Easy said with a smile and chuckle.
Poke nodded and closed down the computer, in the MC everyone knew they liked to share, it was something they decided long ago they liked, and excelled at. Freedom would run the other way screaming if she found out what they liked, good girls trying to play bad never ended well.
Easy shrugged and looked at his friend and grinned. “Now that we are done with this, we can relax. Ya think Trick is up for us tonight?”
Poke laughed. “Trick is always up for us. She doesn't care what we do to her as long as she gets to come in the end.”
The guys stood and walked back into the smoke filled bar. It was still early, so the majority of the men were club members coming down after church. The new chick wasn’t up on the poles yet, she was too green to work for the big crowds, so they had the benefit of either table tonight. Trick and Treat were giving a show. The guys loved it when the two women decided to work together on the poles. They played off each other and made it more entertaining for the men.
Easy and Poke took some chairs and sat down in front of Trick but not turning their backs on Treat. The two women were polar opposites; Trick was tall and thin with long brown hair, while Treat was short and curvaceous with spiked blonde hair.
They had rules in the bar because it was public, and no one touched what was theirs. The club knew the rules but in the back was their space, and there was where Poke and Easy were going to be soon. Both of them watched Trick and Treat gyrate their hips as they circled the pole, the pole Trick held snuggly between her legs while she slowly rubbed her pussy up and down, it made them hard just looking at her, remembering last week when they had her between them fucking her at both ends. Trick loved sex, any and all kinds. The bitch didn't have a hole they hadn't filled. She was one of the few females in the club that could take on their stamina and size. She could go for hours. It worked for them, ménages made them both hot. It wasn’t that they thought of each other sexually, instead they both were able to fuck a woman into oblivion together or one could sit back and get off just watching while the other put a woman through the paces.
The songs moved from one to another, but both of them couldn’t take their eyes off Trick, she was the one they wanted tonight, and from the looks she was giving them, she was ready for it.
“Get the room ready,” Easy said and Poke snorted and rose. It was early and it didn’t matter. Both men needed to fuck a woman.
Poke held up a hand and motioned to Trick to be in the back in five and he walked down the corridor. There were five doors, the bathrooms, the chicks’ changing room, the office, and two rooms that only members could get into. They all held keys and they were both huge. In the center or each room was a king size bed, on the sides were four or five couches lining the walls—for those who liked to watch. They both held mini bars so once inside they didn’t have to leave.
The good part was that no one used the rooms but members so they knew who had been in there. The sheets were clean. Everything was consensual and watching others fuck got them all off.
Poke turned on the music and adjusted the heat, since no one had been in there it was cold, and he didn’t want to freeze his nuts off when he undressed. He heard a rustle behind him and turned.
Easy carried Trick through the doorway over his shoulder, with his hand rubbing over the cheeks of her ass and between her thighs. She was laughing and hanging upside down yelling at his friend.
“Damn it, Easy, I wasn’t done.” Trick laughed.
“Fuck yeah you were, I saw you were gonna get off again with a damn piece of metal," he said, running his fingers through her folds, then pulling them out, holding them up to show Poke how wet she already was while he continued, "and Shady had come in, she can take your place. I need that cunt wrapped around my cock when you blow, babe,” Easy said and tossed her on the bed.
“Now I gotta start over, damn it, I was ready to fucking come,” Trick said and Poke came to her already naked, grabbed her hair, and turned her to him, latching his mouth to her.
“No problem,” Easy said and began to undress.
“You are gonna take every inch of us and fucking love it,” Easy ground out as he watched Poke fuck her mouth with his tongue and Trick ran her hand to her cunt, dipping her fingers.
*****
Freedom cleaned as the girls came in one by one and introduced themselves to her. She felt out of place in the room with them. Earlier it had only been Shady, and Freedom had changed into her costume in private. Apparently, this didn’t matter to the women. Other things didn’t matter either, since Shady pulled out a bag of weed and lit up while she watched.
When they came in, they started disrobing from their already short shorts and tank tops before they had even let the door close. She didn’t know how to react to shaking hands with women who were naked when they said hi. It was unnerving, but they didn’t seem
to care.
Shady told her that until she was fully trained she had the shitty shifts, from opening to only five when the bigger crowds came in. But she was expected to waitress as well if she wanted to make money. Since dancing certainly was not going to work, she thought. She knew she sucked and wasn’t going to embarrass herself further until she knew what she was doing. Shady had laughingly agreed, and showed her how to do a lap dance. It had been sad and ugly but Shady told her to rub their cock with her ass and she would be fine.
When she walked out into the loud main room next, she felt the blood rush to her face. Treat and Shady were dancing. However, the others she met—Nike, and Rain—were slinging drinks and doing lap dances. She needed to do this, no one she knew would ever look for her here. It was the reason she had picked this place to stop.
Freedom had been down to her last hundred dollars, and she walked out of the seedy hotel she had gotten a room for cheap and just walked, determined to find somewhere no one would look for her to make some money. When her feet became so tired that she couldn’t walk any more, Freedom had been in the parking lot of the strip club. She had laughed and walked right in, it was perfect. She had no idea what the fuck she was thinking at the time—she blamed it on lack of sleep.
Now faced with her new reality, Freedom was having second thoughts. However, when Rain walked over to her, handed her a tray, and told her to move her ass, it was clear she wasn’t going to get a chance to leave yet. She had to suck it up and move, with a deep sigh she dove in.
For the next few hours she only thought about beer and whiskey, since that was the only thing the men who came into the place drank, and drank they did. She was exhausted and only wanted to go back to her hole in the wall room and crash. Hopefully the tips she made tonight, even without doing a lap dance, would last her until payday. She didn’t know how much she made since they were just sticking bills in her waistband. Tomorrow she was going to have to get up enough nerve to do the whole lap dancing. She could see hundreds sticking out of the other girl’s waists.
“New girl,” Nike yelled and pointed to the hallway. “Some chick threw up in the bathroom, clean it up.”
Oh hell, that was so not in her job description, but the look from the tall, thin, black haired beauty told her not to argue. Grumbling, she walked back into the hallway and looked for a bucket, one of these rooms had to have cleaning supplies. They hadn’t given her to whole tour, only pointed to doors earlier. She remembered Shady said something about not going in a few of the doors, they were off limits. She couldn’t remember which ones and to be honest she was too tired to give a shit.
One of the rooms wasn’t closed all the way and Freedom figured it was a place to start but when she opened up the door, she froze, Freedom almost passed out at the sight before her.
There was a huge bed, and in the middle was Trick on her hands and knees. Two naked, sexy, huge men were fucking her from both ends. Neither of them stopped when she stumbled in. Instead, she watched as both men turn their lust-filled eyes to look at her.
“Trick, fucking swallow me whole, bitch,” one said and tugged her hair harder while keeping his eyes locked on Freedom. Freedom sucked in a breath as she then heard Trick moan with what she could only think was in pleasure. What the fuck?
Both men were moving fast, and as she was watching with her mouth open, she watched them begin to move faster. Like it was exciting them with her standing there, a stranger for God’s sake. The men's eyes were still locked on hers, and as she stared at the men watching the muscles on their sweat slicken bodies contract and move, she felt heat rise on her cheeks as her stomach clinched and wetness seeped onto her panties. What was wrong with her? She'd never reacted to a man like this before and surely not two, and never had she ever invaded someone’s privacy or considered doing so while they were having sex.
“Wanna join, sweet cheeks?” the other said, pulling her from the frozen state she was in. She made a noise that had to sound like a squeak and as she ran out, she heard both men and Trick yell their release. Shit.
Chapter Three
Damn it, Freedom thought, this was never going to work. She had walked into another world, she thought and rolled on the bed to try to get comfortable. When she ran from the room last night, she had been mortified. Freedom hadn’t known what the hell to do, run or do what she was supposed to. Sucking in a deep breath, she had gone into the women’s bathroom and cleaned up the mess. Of course, it had been gross, but she had been too busy trying to process what she had seen.
When she came out, Shady had been waiting for her. “Got an eye full?”
“Yep,” Freedom said slowly.
“That was Poke and Easy, Trick loves the attention, it is how it is here. The MC owns this club, owns the rooms, and owns the women who pledged to them. You, you are an outsider and work here to strip, nothing else. If you have any more questions, you ask Creed, no one else. We clear?” Shady said.
“Yep,” Freedom said and went to the back and gathered her things and left. She didn’t say a word to anyone, she needed to think, not like she had a lot of choices. On her own, she would eventually be caught, there was no doubt in her mind.
This was her only choice, and it sucked. She had never been in a strip club before two days ago, and now she had not only taken off her clothes and sucked at it. She had also seen something that made her feel like a deviant. Not because she had seen people having sex, because if she allowed herself to think about it, she had been aroused at the sight.
Easy and Poke, those were the two men who she had walked in on. Shady had given her the rundown on them. When she had first taken the stage, she had seen them at another table. Her eyes had been drawn to them. They were sex personified. She liked their ruggedness, but their eyes were what made her fantasize about them during the night, then as she remembered what she had seen earlier her hand went between her thighs, and she began to slowly press her fingers through the slicken lips, finding her clit and pressing down. She circled and pinched the nub all the while picturing the two men's faces until she felt the build and release of her orgasm as her juices ran down her thighs. She laid there looking at the ceiling wide awake and trying to level her breathing. She didn't know what it was about the two but they were the leading cause of her current state of sleeplessness that was apparently not going to go away.
Freedom pushed herself up and then pulled out the pre-paid phone she had purchased. She wanted to call her father and see what was going on. Regardless of anything, he was her father, she thought.
With a deep breath, she dialed her home number and waited.
“Hello?” her father said groggily, he had been sleeping, she thought.
“Dad?” Freedom said hesitantly.
“Freedom, where are you? You need to come home,” her father yelled into the phone and she grimaced.
“I heard you,” she said stonily and waited. No greetings or proclamations of love or missing her, just stating the facts.
“What are you talking about? Freedom, you need to come home right now. Where are you? I will come to you. I told you the last time your car was fixed and you could come home and get it,” her father said with a panicked tone.
“You know what I am talking about. I heard all of it. You don't just owe people money. If that had been the case, I would have stayed and helped you. I will not be sold off to pay your debts,” she sobbed finally.
“It is not like that, Freedom, I will get the money, and all will be back to normal. I just need time. The Devils said they would protect you,” her father said quickly. “It won’t be bad, and they will forgive my debt. We have to pay them back, Freedom, if I don’t, they will kill me.”
“You should have thought of that,” she said. “You should have come to me, but you didn’t. Now you want me to what, spread my legs and pay your debt on my back?”
Her father paused and sucked in a breath. “Freedom, we all have to make sacrifices, and I am not asking you to do anything, just go with t
hem. Your mother’s bills were huge, I couldn’t lose the business. You only have to stay with them until I get the others dealt with.”
“Oh yeah, the Diablos, yeah at least I can feel grateful you didn’t turn me over to them. But you did promise me to them, didn't you? You sold out your own daughter. It doesn’t matter, I am not going to do that. You figure this out so I can come home,” Freedom yelled.
“You will come home now so I can deal with it. You being gone is making this worse,” her father said with a hard tone.
“No, I will not whore myself for anyone,” Freedom said as calmly as she could. Her heart was beating wildly, how could her father think this was okay, she would never have thought he was capable of this.
“Damn it, girl, you will do what you are told. I hardly think it is a lot to ask to help me out a little, after all I fed you and clothed you your whole life,” her father finally yelled.
“What?” Freedom said stunned.
“You heard me, you owe me, and if you have to service a few men to get me out of this, you will,” her father ground out. She knew he could be a bastard and cold, but she didn’t realize until she heard the words, she hadn’t know how much of a bastard he was.
“I don’t owe you a damn thing,” Freedom yelled.
“You will do as you are told,” her father said with a warning tone in his voice. It was like she didn’t even know the man.
“No, Dad,” she spat into the phone. “I will not come back and be treated like a whore.”
“You have until tomorrow at five p.m. to get back here, or I will just tell them that you are theirs to do with what they want, if they find you,” her father warned and she shook with rage. He would really just turn her over to them like nothing ever happened.
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