“You did well tonight baby,” Guy said showing his dimples as we left the elevator. I did nothing but smile, a faint grin to show him that I heard him.
Opening the room door, he let me in first but I thought maybe we were in the wrong room.
The hotel room was a suite fit for a queen with vases of red roses on the tables, dresser, and nightstand.
“This is all for you baby. This is how we roll.” Guy held the door open for me as I rolled my luggage into the room.
I felt like crying as I looked over the two-room suite filled with roses.
I walked around to every vase looking and smelling all of them. I couldn’t hold it in anymore I let some tears fall as I turned to him.
“Thank you baby.” I sobbed a bit as he came to me hugging and kissing my face where the tears fell.
“Sorry if I had to be hard on you. You just gotta trust me okay. Have I steered you wrong yet?”
I shook my head but my time of being steered was so short now that I couldn’t tell.
“How are you feeling?” he asked rubbing my shoulders and trying to ease my tension.
“I’m just tired, I want to go to sleep.” I wiped at my eyes trying to think of my words before I said them so I wouldn’t set him off.
“Oh I understand baby. Let me get you something to relax you.” He walked to the mini kitchenette busting open a bottle of champagne that sat between two vases of my flowers. Easing off my shoes I pulled off my dress. A pink bra and a pink thong was the only thing underneath, and tonight I wished that I had packed more covering nightclothes instead of trying to be sexy for him.
“Alright, here you go baby.” He handed me two white pills and a glass of champagne. “What’s this baby?” I braced for him to snap again.
“Just an aspirin to calm you. I gotta head back home tonight but here is your ticket and the driver will be here at nine to take you to the airport.” I took the pills and swallowed the champagne taking in what he said.
“Okay baby. If that’s how it has to be.” I didn’t want to ask more questions than I needed to. He peeled an envelope from his pants pocket and handed it to me.
“Here is the money from the club. You got your tips right?” I nodded patting my purse that sat on the bed.
“Cool. I’ll see you back home.” Kissing me on the forehead he left out of the room leaving me alone. The door to the room slamming behind him was the only thing that helped me relax. I was thankful, now I could be in peace. I slipped off my bra and panties making my way to the shower to wash away the sweat of the night.
The bathroom was so beautiful, the marble floor and tiled tub made me want to stay there forever. Turning the water on as hot as I could stand I lathered and washed off for what felt like an hour but I felt weird. My head pounded and I felt dizzy as if I was going to pass out.
I walked out of the bathroom, my towel tightly tied around me only to see him. A man, some man I didn’t know smiling like a clown.
“What are you doing here?” I tried to run but my legs wouldn’t move.
“Guy told me you were a little shy.” The man was older, his smiling face as he unbuttoned his shirt showing me a chest full of hair. I smelled the whiskey on his breath as he reached out for me.
“No... I tried screaming but my voice felt dull. I couldn’t control myself anymore. I felt hot and cold at the same time as I slumped to the bed. .
“Just relax. You belong to me now” He laughed leaning on top of me, his liquor breath choking me. I tried holding my towel shut but it was no use. My eyes and my world turned to darkness.
*****
I awoke to the ringing of the hotel phone blaring through the room. Lite drifted through the hotel curtains as I reached for the phone.
“Hello”
“This is your 7:00 a.m. wake-up call.” The attendant’s voice was full of glee as she sang her greeting.
“Thank you.” I barely got out before hanging up. It felt like someone was beating a drum in my head, I sat up trying to remember what happened when I eyed the money on the nightstand near the phone.
My eyes shot open remembering what happened before I passed out. Guy, pills, champagne, shower, MAN. I screamed, my weak legs feeling like rubber as I got up from the bed. I looked around searching for him. I grabbed my discarded heel from the floor as a weapon while I searched the bathroom.
Nothing but a wet shower and dirty towels under the bathroom sink.
Back near the bed I looked around to see a sign, peering under the bed I found a discarded condom wrapper, the used condom wasn’t far away in the trashcan.
I wretched in the can, throwing up everything I had consumed in the last twelve hours until clear liquid was all I could get up.
“Shit...” I tried remembering the face but I could only see his chest hair. Hairs that were thick and curly. I was crying now, my face filled with tears that I couldn’t hold back. I had been wrapped; looking down at my sex, I felt nothing but soreness. Shit, I couldn’t remember anything. I rushed to shower, turning the water on again as hot as I could stand but not before putting the chain on the door.
In the shower, I ran through my options. Call the police, but they wouldn’t believe me and I couldn’t tell them much besides curly chest hair. Call Guy and ask him for help, tell him that something horrible happened but then I remembered his voice.
“Guy told me you were shy.” Shit...I cried harder, my tears mixing with the shower water as I scrubbed my flesh trying to tear it from my body. I couldn’t even remember if he touched me or where so I could wash that part of me.
Get home. Getting out of here and getting home was my only option. Drying off took seconds as I tore open my bag grabbing stormy grey sweats and tennis shoes. I got dressed in a flash throwing away my pink dress and thong and the bra I wore the night before. I didn’t want any of those things anymore.
The money, purse, and luggage was all I took as I frantically pressed the elevator button to the bottom floor. Making my way down to the lobby I recalled what Guy said about the car taking me to the airport but who knew who was working with him? I nearly ran through the lobby, pulling the hood up on my jacket to hide my face.
“Can you hail a cab for me please?” I asked the black-jacketed bellman as I made it to the lobby door.
He did just that raising his hand to a line of cabs. One raced over to the door stopping right in front of me. I didn’t even give the bellman time to open the door for me before I pulled it opened myself throwing my baggage inside.
“To the airport,” I told him as I looked around trying to get a glimpse of the chest man or Guy. They both were probably long gone laughing thinking that had gotten the best of me.
“No one fucks me over and gets away with it,” I whispered to myself. The cabbie said nothing, his long greasy ponytail tied with a rubber band. His face was trained forward, watching the traffic, which was great for me. I didn’t want him see me cry and I damn sure didn’t want him to see me mad. I was both at the same time.
Chapter 7
Blu
My pussy craved him since I drove from the parking lot that morning and I couldn’t wait to call him. The sun was beating hard with the wind blowing through my car as I made my way to him. I was driving to some location that he told me about, some business opportunity that he wanted to discuss but I was more intrigued by his dick.
Pulling into the motel parking lot, my pussy throbbed as I scanned the parking lot for him. A flash of headlights directed me right to his car.
The place left much to be desired, outside hallways weren’t particularly attractive but being wined and dined wasn’t my forte tonight.
Pulling my car up beside his, I looked myself over in the mirror. I recently made a change. Instead of rainbow locks I switched to ocean blue, it matched my name and the tricks at the club went wild for it.
Stepping from the car I could tell Guy liked it to.
“Look at you looking like a cone of cotton candy.” He licked his lips as if
he wanted something sweet in his mouth.
“Be nice and I might give you a taste.” I smiled getting out of the car holding down my yellow sundress down so it wouldn’t fly up from the wind.
“What if I want more than a taste?” he stepped closer to me, pressing his chest into my tits. So close that I smelled the scent of the gum he was chewing.
“Depends on how much money you have for me.” I looked him straight in the eye, not cutting our contact for even a blink of my eye.
“Well... step into my office and we can talk about that.” He led the way, walking across the parking lot to a room and holding the door open for me.
I pranced in standing inside with my arms crossed.
“Wanna have a seat?” He laughed sitting at the small two-person table by the door.
“Naw, I’ll stand thanks.” I held my glare at him waiting until he unloaded this proposition.
“I have some good tricks for some girls I’ve got.” He blurted it out, looking at me to gauge my reaction.
“Girls... like Tori?” I wasn’t sure where he was getting at with this.
“No... She is my cash cow. These girls are like... you know the young dumb just want some money type.” I got it now. Oldest game was getting young girls and pimping them out, they were easier to mold and manipulate but I wasn’t sure where I played a part in this.
“And... what do I get for bringing you customers?”
“We can work something out depending on what you bring me,” he said cracking his knuckles.
“Hmmm... Okay. When do you need the first one?” I was hot now, looking at him with nothing holding me back made me wetter than the first time we met. I wanted to know how it would feel to sit on his face and feel his chipmunk like cheeks in between my thighs.
“A few days. I’ll let you know. They are some young girls so... you know,” he said, grabbing his phone and showing me a picture. It was two obviously teenage girls, blonde hair, and catholic school uniforms.
“Not a problem.” I was no longer concerned about that. My pussy was ready to be prowled and right now, that was all that mattered. Hiking one leg up on the bed, I pulled up my dress showing him my bare pussy.
“Now, let’s get down to business because I need some dick. I heard you have an anaconda in there.” I pointed to his pants.
He laughed at my compliment walking towards me and unbuttoning his jeans.
“You look like you haven’t been fucked in a while. Tell Daddy Guy how you want it.” He stopped just short of touching me. Pulling his dick out and flapping it up and down outside his boxers.
“Oh I want it like all the big girls like it. Rough and long.” Falling to my knees, I grabbed his legs and took him in my mouth. I usually didn’t do this, but the dick-sucking vixen in me was taking over. I could feel that he needed me to taste his flesh, something I was sure little Tori didn’t know how to do.
He grabbed my hair, jamming his dick down my throat with power thrusts of his hips. I loved every second of it and without gagging, I took him, keeping his eye contact as he looked down at me.
“Oh you're a pro.” He laughed through his moans as I continued sucking taking him to the deepest depths of my jaws. I wanted him to submit, see his eyes close, hear him call my name, some sign that I was better than that bitch Tori. She didn’t have what I had... hell I made her who she is.
“Damn girl.” He moaned and that was it. I had succeeded.
I pulled a condom from my bra and with my mouth, I secured it down his entire shaft. I was ready; I wanted to feel this monster inside of me.
Standing and bending over I reached between my legs, grabbing his tool and guiding him to my opening.
“Damn... you are so fucking sexy.” He loved this shit, I could tell and before I could respond, he was inside me. Grabbing my hips and pounding away. Filling me with every thrust but I was no amateur he wasn’t going to win me over without a fight.
As he held my hips I threw my ass back on him, like a tidal wave of ass every time he pulled in for a thrust. The room echoed with the claps of my ass against his pelvis.
“Shit this is so fucking sexy.” He talked with each pound of my pussy. My hands on the floor for leverage, I closed my eyes and felt every stroke, every curve of him.
One of my hands traveled up to my clit, rubbing it furiously as he pushed and pounded into me. Each stroke was an affirmation, I was better but I wanted to hear it.
“Is my pussy better than hers?” I yelled trying to speak louder than my ass slaps.
“Hell yeah.”
“Say it!” I threw my ass back harder pushing him back across the room until his back was on the door.
“Tell me I’m better!” I went crazy as if I was at the club, jiggling my ass on his dick, pumping and pounding on him until he said it.
“Your better than Tori girl damn... Your pussy is way better than hers. Damn Blu!” He screamed my name as we both began to shake.
“I’m cumming girl!” He growled and so was I but it was more from his words than it was from the dick. As he grabbed at my hips shooting his hot load into the condom, I came too. My legs going weak from the thought that I was the supreme being. I was a competitor. There was no bitch better than me... No one!
Chapter 8
Tori
The club was packed tonight but this was the last place that I wanted to be. I still felt sick from the night before but the show needed to go on. Walking through the back door, I prayed that Guy didn’t show up. I needed some time to sort things out in my head before I saw him.
All day from the time I got on the plane, when I went to the doctor, and even now I kept asking the same question. Could Guy do this? Was he capable of hurting me?
Going in the locker room with my entire body covered in a tracksuit, I really just wanted to go home, but my townhouse wouldn’t pay for itself.
I saw Blu as soon as I walked through the door.
“Hey girl. I like your hair.” I tried touching her new aqua hair but she backed away. Staring at me as if I had shit on my face. She walked away laughing but not saying a word.
Did she know? How did she know? I wasn’t sure but I felt guilty as if I had done something wrong.
Calm down Tori.
I sat down on a bench, head in my hands, and my heart pounding at a million beats per second.
“Toy... Toy.” One of the managers yelled my name.
Looking up I saw him holding a sheet of paper.
“You going on stage tonight.” I shook my head and he frowned and left. I wasn’t sure if I could do this anymore. Show my body to these people and they touch and gawk at me.
What if one of them was the guy, what if he followed me here?
I had a million questions and it came to me that I needed to admit what happened. I was raped; I wouldn’t be having these thoughts if nothing happened.
I covered my face, turning my back to the rest of the girls so no one would see me cry.
Holy shit. I was raped.
*****
Syd
It was another night and time for me to get back to work. Three weeks went by way too soon and here I was about to hit the floor again. A lot of ice, painkillers, and Ibuprofen but I was well enough to come back to work. I wasn’t going to get too crazy tonight. I would just do some simple twirls and kicks and a flip or two but no craziness on the pole.
As I got ready tonight, putting on a black cat suit, I wasn’t sure that anyone would notice my transformation as things didn’t seem that big to me. But once I was fully transformed, I walked into the main part of the club and heard reactions coming from every direction.
“Hey Ms. Vicious you looking right. Where you been? Damn your ass is fat?” And so on. I couldn’t keep up with all the compliments; all I cared about was the money. I walked through the fantasy room just to gauge a reaction, see what people were thinking and it all seemed positive as well.
Tonight we had more high rollers than usual filling the room, in particul
ar I heard it was Big T the rapper and his entourage filling up the fantasy room tonight. That type of shit didn’t faze me, the girls loved to run after the big dollars but I did my job the same no matter who was in the building.
I don’t know if it was the attention tonight, the fresh dose of painkillers, or just the anxiety but I was ready to give a full show. Going to the DJ booth, I said nothing only giving him a signal and walking to the back.
Standing behind the midnight black curtains, I listened as he stopped the music.
“Alright Dammit. We got our girl back tonight. She isn’t just bad. She isn’t just devious. She is like none other that graced the stage. So, get your damn money out and coat this stage. Get ready for Syd... Vicioussss!” he screamed.
I always felt like I became someone else when I hit the stage but tonight I was really in another world. I jumped on the stage twirling around the pole like an acrobat, something told me to climb up to the ceiling. With the crowd cheering me on I did it pulling my ass up doing pull-ups on the ceiling beams.
It was as if I was practicing with the music really loud because the crowd didn’t matter anymore. I wanted to do this for me. Up at the top of the pole I let go... sailing down to the floor and stopping a few inches from the ground. I saw the greenbacks fly like rain but I wasn’t over. I flipped myself turning upside down on the pole letting my heels hang in the air. I felt like an artist, moving the crowd with every bend of my body. Provoking them to throw cash, cheer, and yell for me. Stepping from the pole, I flipped doing a handstand and then coming down for a split.
It wasn’t until I was there sitting on the floor did I notice how much money it was.
“Give it up for Syd...Mutherfucking Vicious y'all!” The money was still falling when I stood up waving my hands at the fans.
The stage ushers in black suits and white gloves were filling my bags up and bringing them back stage. Getting off the stage my bags of money kept filling up. Someone brought me a towel and some water. As I dried off I felt it, someone was looking at me. Twisting around I saw her glaring as if I stole her money or her man.
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