THE COLLECTOR

THE COLLECTOR

The assistant auditions and finds her first strip club job.

Chapter Five

       The transaction completed, now a trophy to replace, with a great deal of thought he struggles with the decision to allow his assistant to be involved in the hunts.  Realizing the urge for the abduction itself and no more then the initial first couple of days of administering shear terror to the abductees now keeps his adrenaline flowing, having a substantial well heeled international cliental willing to purchase his ‘stock’ as soon as he can replenish it, it’s time to step up the pace.  Still, even with vigilance and restraint a top priority, a weekend should be all that’s necessary for successful hunts, especially with a beautiful woman as an accomplice and bait.  The decision’s made.

       Even with her on the plus side of thirty, but just barely, he’s more then certain his assistant’s augmented looks could rival any model, any exotic dancer, even of the upper scale clubs as she could easily pass for ten years younger.  Getting her a job using an alias, mingling with other exotic dancers, it could even be a treat watching her dance, servicing clients during the quest.

       A few nights of regimented training for her, obviously well versed himself after so many trips to so many clubs in his singular quests, he’s comfortable with her progress, confidence.  The time’s come to begin searching out her first club, her first exotic dancer gig.  Figuring a hundred mile radius, nothing under fifty, he prints out a list, decides which to survey first.  Disguises, fake license plates, another car and he initiates yet another quest, but still alone to start with.

       Stepping up the scale of clubs to frequent, but still more of the ‘college’ type girls earning their way through school as they so often seem to point out, he soon realizes the criteria’s now perfect, at least as perfect as could be hoped for.  Plenty of girls, larger clubs, with the right coaching and his assistant’s looks easily altered when necessary with his surgical skills, the hunting grounds are ripe for the quest.  Just a couple days pass and it’s time to include his assistant.

       The first of the week, driving her to her first of three interviews for the day, a wire and surveillance camera in her purse, he waits in the inconspicuous panel van with the monitor while watching, listening as she enters the club to secure the job.

       A knee length tan trench coat, four inch black heels, black rimmed glasses and hair in a tight bun she struts through the door minutes ahead of her scheduled interview.  Face perfectly made up but looking more like a librarian, stepping into the lobby of the club, she’s confronted by a burly, Italian looking bouncer sitting on a stool finishing a sandwich and soda.  Almost a double take as she steps closer to him, he asks in a thick accent.  “Yeh… Help you lady?”

       “Yes… I’m here to interview.”

       “Really?”  Glancing her over, the bun, glasses and trench coat, he smiles while turning, shaking his head slowly back and forth.  “This way.”  He directs, the sound of his labored breath between each halting word.

       Leading her past the darkened mirrored stages, toward the back of the club behind one of the bars, he taps on the door.  “Boss… An interview.”  Swinging the door open, stepping aside, he swipes his forearm across his mouth as she steps inside the room.  Grabbing the door knob, he steps back, shuts the door behind her.

       Glancing back at the door, over toward the man leaning on his desk crossing his arms as he’s slowly shaking his head back and forth, she stares him straight in the eyes.  “I’m here for the interview.”

       “That right?... You certainly look dressed for the part, don’t you?”  He continues to nod, the posters of mostly nude women filling the wall behind his cluttered desk, the scribbled appointment calendar under another stack of shuffled papers, photos. “Well, what’s your credentials?”

       Stepping toward him, setting her purse on the floor while unbuttoning and dropping her coat beside it, her glistening and naked body shimmers under the incandescent lighting as her hands rise above her head as she looks him straight in the eyes.  “This!”  Flipping her hair from the bun, slipping the glasses off, also dropping them to the floor she keeps her hands behind her neck while interlocking her fingers.  Pushing her melon sized breasts outward, the gold nipple rings shimmering, she slips to her knees in front of him, stares up into his widening eyes as she flips her tongue across the instantly hardening bulge in the crotch of his trousers.  “And this!”

       An almost evil smile across her face, leaning back, slightly shaking her firm globes back and forth above her flexing, hollowed stomach, she spreads her knees a little further apart,  the moist flesh of her labia folds glistening from the reflection of the gold clit ring.  Leaning forward, unzipping his zipper with her teeth, she again glances up toward his shocked, but obviously more then pleased expression.  Pressing her face between his thighs, slipping the head of his swollen shaft between her lips, tugging back, she feels the thick, hot meat entering her mouth as his arms uncross, his hands reaching down, gripping either side of the desk beside him.

       Sucking in, feeling the swelling crown glide across her tongue, spreading her lips wider as she swallows, she slides her face forward, presses it against his trousers as his shaft disappears completely in her mouth.  Completing her ‘deep throat’ she slowly tilts her head back, releases his shaft with the suction of breath audible as his throbbing cock flips free.  Leaning back, hands still behind her flowing hair she again stares into his eyes as she raises, stands with feet apart.  Slowly turning, the dimples above her butt cheeks glisten as the clit ring jiggles down between the puffy folds of her labia exposed between the slit between her thighs.

       “Hold still!... Now don’t move!”  Thrusting her buttocks out, feeling his pulsing shaft springing up between her thighs, slowly lowering herself, she slightly wiggles while feeling her shaven vulva slip back and forth across his crown.  Sliding gently downward, the soft flaps of her labia slipping around the head of his shaft, her thighs flex as she feels his cock pressing inward.  Two three inches deep, she flexes her abdomen, concentrates on tightening her vagina while squeezing her thighs.  Slowly rotating her hips, just a couple inches of his instantly pulsing manhood inside her, she gently gyrates, tugging, twisting the head of his cock.   Feeling his hands circling her body beneath her spread arms, his fingers slipping across her bare breasts, she pushes her chest outward letting her firm tit flesh sink into his palms, press against the nipple rings.  Glancing down at his hands, her flattening breasts squeezing between his fingertips, she quickly stands upright, slipping his hands from her breasts with hers as his cock flicks across her butt cheek. Quickly stepping away a couple steps, she turns with a smirk.

       “I told you not to move… Didn’t I?”  She scolds.  “Anyway… That’s my credentials… When do I start?”

       Watching the monitor from the van, thinking how the look on the guy’s face is priceless, he slowly shakes his head back and forth with the image of her reaching down and retrieving her coat, slipping it on.  Picking up her glasses, purse, he hears her as she again asks.  “Friday be good?”  Her breasts swaying between the parted coat, her nipple rings glisten, as does the clit ring.  “What time should I be here?”

       “Six… six o’clock… Be here at six!”  Zipping his trousers as he stands, obviously somewhat flustered, even with his experiences with the business, he almost stutters.  “What… What’s your name?”

       “I’ll tell you Friday.”  She smiles as she buttons her coat, steps toward the door.  Turning the knob, looking back toward him as she adds.  “If I decide to take the job, you’ll see me then.”

       Slipping her glasses on while stepping past the bouncer with a slight smirk, she walks briskly into the lot and around the corner, slides into the van’s open passenger door.  “Hope I did good Sir!”  She smiles as she leans toward him as she shuts the door.  “What do you want me to do at the next interview?”

       Driving away, glancing toward her while turning onto the street in the direction of the next ‘gentlemen’s’ club, he smiles as he looks at the list.  “Looks here like you’ve got a lady to interview with at the next club.”  Patting her on her thigh with just the slightest of a chuckle, he adds.  “Looks like you’re going to be eating some pussy.”

       A nod, a quick glance out the passenger door’s glass and she responds.  “Won’t be the first time, will it… Sir?”

       “I’m sure it won’t be the last either.”  He answers as he glances at the map quest, gets his bearings as he drives through the intersection to the expressway’s on ramp.  “Ten… fifteen minutes and we’ll be there.”

       The minutes, the miles pass until they reach the second establishment.  A few minutes inside, more video and sound recorded in the van and he was right.  Immediately getting naked, aggressively going down on the woman who’s not only the manager but owner, the assistant leaves her somewhat befuddled but definitely offering a job, and a lot more.  A good laugh, a ‘that a girl’ by him and another short drive to the third interview.  This one with just a simple strip down, no blowjob or teasing sex, just her naked body and some practiced  provocative movements on the dance pole to a few moments of a stereotypical strippers ensemble and she’s still eagerly offered a job by that manager.  Getting back in the van, the interviews are over.  Leaning over, giving a peek on the cheek, she smiles.

       “I can’t wait to get back to the estate… Sir!”

       Glancing at her, pulling out of the lot to head toward the expressway, he grins.  “Why?”

       “I hope you’ll fuck my brains out…. I mean… Damn!... After all this, I’m horny as Hell!”

       A quick chuckle, a hand on her thigh, he glances both ways as he stops, makes his right hand turn on the red light, the expressway in sight.  “You’ve earned it… I might just wear you out when we get back.”  He adds as he slides his finger up her skirt, into her moist, warm slit, raises and slips his fingertip between her lips, across her tongue.

       “Oh!”  She moans, sucking on his finger as he slides it back out.  “Yes Sir… Thank you Sir!”

       Driving back to the estate, the decision’s made, the third and final club Friday at eight o’clock sharp as they discuss the forthcoming schedule including the pair of trophies still back at the estate.  They’ve already been kept isolated in separate cells for the time being.  Both having been freed of their torturous bindings from the auction, the one remains on her regular supply of sedations and allowed just a stiff bare mattress and a slop bucket, naked of course with only a chocker collar affixed to an eyelet in the wall.  She’s also received a substantial bid by the runner up of the auction.  A huge offer by a middle easterner that’s eager to showcase her to his friends, to mount her in her full regalia in the middle of his harem as an ominous warning to any malcontents.

       The other one that was abducted just a few days ago also has similar accommodations, also loosely chained to the wall with a chocker collar and has been receiving a steady amount of HGB in her meals, otherwise un-medicated to leave her mind clear to deal with the realities of her initial indoctrination.  Her agonizing response to her treatment already has been more then satisfactory and the initial body modifications for her can wait a few more days.

       It’s decided they’ll be left alone, isolated in the pitch dark for a few days with no sense of time, but no other punishment, just whatever thoughts that run through their minds.  Once the quest gets in full swing there’ll be plenty of time to return attention to them both.  For now, the quest is about to begin.   

       An afternoon, an evening of raw sex, he again realizes how perfect his assistant must be, how eager she is to obey him.  If he could ever actually care for someone, this would most probably be that woman.  But then again, not ever having that emotion, what the Hell, she’s still a Hell of a fuck as long as she continues to please him.

       Practice, provocative dance movements, her diligence is demanded for the next few days.  Hours of stripping, dancing, even rehearsing lap dances, of course across his lap, takes in long hours of the afternoons sandwiched between even more strenuous workouts in the gym room in the mornings and evenings.  The days pass until finally, late Friday afternoon and she’s ready.  Her body taut, rippled, yet incredibly feminine, she stands in front of him in only a pair of six inch black stilettos.

       Perfectly tanned, makeup impeccable, her hair drawn severely back into a single braided ponytail and she raises her arms above her head, lets him slip a shear low cut jet black mini dress over her naked body.  Jewelry removed from her body pierces, the clinging material smoothly accentuates her every curve, from her hardened nipples standing apart on her global breasts to the gentle slope of her pubic mound, barely concealed above the high hem.

       Glancing into his eyes, a shy smile as she lowers hers, she whispers.  “Well… Sir… What do you think?”

       Glancing down toward her arched torso, her incredible body appearing practically naked under the sizzling shear one piece, he nods.  “Magnificent!”

       The obvious gleam in her eyes, the look of satisfaction on her face, just a word like that gives her an incredible high.  Her Master’s pleased with her.  “Thank you… Thank you Sir!”

       Cupping her hand around the car key, closing her fingers around it, he smiles as he softly brushes a strand of hair from her forehead.  “This is for you… A present for your fortitude, behavior.

       Glancing down at her opening fingers, at the key, she glances back at him.  “A car?”

       “The black SL660 Mercedes… It’s yours.”  He smiles.

       “Get out of town!... I mean… I… I!”  Stuttering, staring at the keys, at him, she shakes her head, a tear in her eye.

       “Damn… I thought you’d be happy… You need a car to drive… I thought you’d like it.”  He playfully scolds.

       “Oh… My… God!”  She grins, her body practically trembling.  A… A Mercedes… My Mercedes?”

       “Your Mercedes, yes.”

       “Oh!… Thank you Sir… Thank you… Thank you… Thank you!”

       Smiling, a hug and he glances toward the clock.   “Time for you to get to work… I’ll see you later this evening.  Cupping her chin, glancing into her sparkling eyes, he adds.  “Remember, I’m just a John to you tonight… No one’s to get the slightest idea about us… Understand?

       “Yes… Yes Sir!”  She grins.  “But you’re going to get one Hell of a lap dance!”

       “Right, now get to work!... See you at around eleven.”

       A short nap in line, drinks are out.  Total concentration when on the prowl, even a practice run like this.  Being her first club, she doesn’t realize he has no intention of abducting a girl from there.  When the time comes, she certainly won’t be driving a new hundred K car to work.  She also won’t be so recognizable.  Tonight’s just a practice run to see how she can handle her part in the grand scheme of things, without her knowing any better.  Better yet, the club owned by an acquaintance, he’s going to have a small group of his friends showing up later and unknown to her she’s going to be facing a long evening with them.

       Parking in the lot, entering the club from a side entrance, she’s greeted by a couple bouncers, both burley, both rather intimidating.  Expecting her, they direct her to the manager’s quarters, the owner also present for her initiation into the exotic dancer world.

       A tap on the door, opening and pointing her in, they just as quickly shut it behind her.  Glancing at the two men at the desk, one on either side, she feels her heart beating just a little harder as they both gaze toward her, silently.  The man facing her from behind the desk thirtyish, black goatee, slicked back black hair, the other more mature, grayish hair, well groomed with a tan complexion.

       “Raven!”

       Glancing toward the older gentleman, taken by the single word spoken by him as he stares toward her, scanning her up and down, the drawl almost as an overstated line from an untalented actor, she glances toward the manager behind the desk, the man she auditioned for earlier in the week.

       “Raven… Yes I think… Raven will do.”  Again, even in a louder and more pronounced voice, he raises his right arm, glances toward the man behind the desk, back toward her, arm still raised, obviously a tad tipsy.

       Still taken by the man, his voice, what he means, she looks directly toward the manager, a fixed smile on her face.  “I… I’m here for the first night.  I…”

       Smiling himself, glancing back toward her while standing, he speaks.  “Of course… I know that.”  Glancing toward his friend, he adds.  “That… That’s going to be your stage name… Raven.”  Glancing down toward the man still seated, he adds.  “He’s just given you your stage name, the least you can do is strip for him don’t you think, Hon?”

       “Oh…  Strip for him?... Here?... Now?”  She answers as she again glances toward the older man leering back toward her.  “Sure… No problem.”

       “By the way… He’s the owner of the club!... Now, show him what you’ve got before you get started tonight!”

       Again listening to the manager while giving a long glance at the smirk on the other man’s face, she figures what the Hell, reaches for the hem of her black dress, begins dragging it up over her thighs, hips, across her stomach, up over her thrust out breasts.  Tugging it up over her neck and face, finally up across her arms, she drops it to the floor, standing naked except for her stilettos.

       “Come over here, Hon.”   Again the older man speaking, motioning her toward him with a backhanded flip.  “Come over hear, let me feel those tits!... Push ‘em out here for me!”

       Stepping toward him, her stilettos clicking across the hardwood floor, stopping at the side of his chair, she begins to lower her arms toward her sides while sliding her hands down over her naked breasts.  Stopping and facing him, she slowly arches her chest out toward him.

       Letting him squeeze her left, then right breast, flick a nipple, she feels him reaching up around her hip, cupping a butt cheek, almost molesting her naked body as she’s pulled closer to the chair.  “Sit across my lap… Straddle and face me, girl.”

       “Like this?”  Spreading her thighs as she slides across his lap, feeling herself tugged by her gripped breasts closer to him at the same time, she feels the bulge in his pants across her freshly shaven vagina as she gives a seductive wiggle or two.  Starting to slip her hands behind her back as she leans forward, she finds herself being pushed back by her gripped breasts..

       “Go ahead get to work… Get ready for your first dance.”  Glancing into her eyes, a more serious tone, he continues.  “A few friends are showing up a little later… I expect you to take care of ‘em in the private area…  They can get a little rough, nothing too bad, so expect it… Get going… You’re be on in a few minutes!”

       Slipping off his lap, picking up her dress, she steps toward the door, toward the hallway to the back room to prepare herself.  Glancing toward the manager, still a slight smile on his face; she notices the hint of a slight nod as he speaks.  “They do get a little rough… Just don’t piss ‘em off and you’ll be okay... And…Don’t forget… You’re Raven out there tonight!... Now go meet some of the other girls back in the dressing room… Two doors down on the left… One of em’s got your outfit for the evening… Leather and lace has been set aside especially for you.”

       “I can handle a little rough!”  She answers, the grin gone replaced by more of a smirk.  “Don’t worry!”

       The door shutting behind her, they lean back in their chairs as the owner nods toward the manager.  “Damn… She’s hot…. I damn near shot a load right in my pants when she slid across my lap.”

       “Yea… He sent us a good one.”  The manager acknowledges.  We’re all be getting us a piece of that ass before the nights over.”

       “Yeah… We’re going to owe him for the show’s she’s going to give us tonight… She thinks she can take it rough, eh?... She’ll see!”

End Part 5