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POOL PARTY IV
By Parker
an210088@anon.penet.fi
WARNING: This story not only contains rather a good deal of
non-consensual sexual activity, it actively features it. If
you don't want to read about such things, stop now.
This is the forth part of a four part story.
Copyright 1994 by me (Parker). Feel free to distribute
(unaltered of course), but be discrete.
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Kim Loo watched in satisfaction as her newest employee looked around,
slightly confused, at the murky inside of the club. She didn't look happy. And
why should she? Pussywillows wasn't much to look at during the day: the
florescent work lights highlighted the same seediness that lent the nightclub a
sense of attractive danger when the lights were low. And besides, with the
attractions featured up on the catwalk, who noticed cheap formica tables and
cracked, fake leather seats?
Kim loved her job.
Particularly at moments like these, when some stuckup rich young college
bitch - the kind of bitch who had treated her and her family like shit all her
life - began her career as an 'exotic dancer'. Most of them came more or less
willingly, needing money - often for drugs - or just being attracted to the
'glamorous' lifestyle. Indeed, there were plenty of girls around willing to
strip - or whatever - if the price was right. A situation like this, however,
with a girl like Jennifer, that was the best.
Kim well remembered the events of the previous summer - the picketing;
the chanting students; the publicity... The chance to pay back the leader of
that particular episode was not one to be missed. The possibilities...
Well.
Kim Loo straightened up and carefully wiped her face clean of expression.
It wouldn't do to let the girls see her true emotions; it would weaken her
control over them if they realized that the 'dragon lady' had feelings and
emotions just like they did. What would happen would happen.
"Here she is," Tammy announced.
The blonde girl was leading her unresisting captive by the arm while her
three confederates trailed along behind. In her other hand, held flat against
her leg, was the cattle prod. Needless to say, Jennifer had been well behaved
on the trip over from Bakersville. The four girls had taken turns getting their
pussies eaten out in the back of the car.
"Signed, sealed and delivered." The short blonde girl gave a shove,
sending Jennifer stumbling forward. She was dressed in her by now usual
slutware: tight black skirt, thin top, four inch heels and overdone makeup.
She looked frightened.
Perfect.
"Good," Kim Loo said, emotionless as ever. "We will take her from here."
She gestured to another girl who had just entered the club. "Sue," she ordered.
"This is the new girl. Jennie. Show her around and get her ready." Sue, a
statuesque blonde girl, gestured for Jennifer to follow, but before Jennifer
could obey, Kim grabbed her tightly by her teased-up black hair and jerked her
face around.
"What do you say?" the oriental woman asked, voice calm.
Jennifer trembled for a moment, but then realized what was required of
her. "T-thank you Ms Loo," she answered, still in the low, sexy voice the girls
had forced on her. The trainer nodded in satisfaction and released Jennifer's
hair. Sue, smirking, walked away and Jennifer followed. Kim was pleased to note
that the girl swung her hips widely back and forth in a sexy manner as she
walked. These girls had done some good work. Nevertheless...
"Is there anything more?" she asked, turning back to Tammy.
"Uhmm..." The blonde girl seemed momentarily at a loss. "The... uh,
money..."
"You will pick her up on Sunday morning and return her on Tuesday
morning," Kim stated evenly. "That was the deal. Her earnings each week will be
waiting with her on Sunday. In cash."
Tammy nodded. "Fine," she said, backing away. "But you don't mind if we
drop by just to... watch." Tammy blushed slightly at this last statement.
Inwardly, Kim sneered. "You may come whenever you wish," she answered, her
tone revealing nothing of the contempt she felt for these girls. She would like
nothing better than to get control of all of them... but, she had to be
realistic.
Jennifer was enough.
For now.
As it happened, Susan Jacobs actually knew Jennifer. Not well, but they
had been classmates in their first year at BCN. Beyond that, however, they had
nothing in common. Jennifer's family was rich, whereas Sue, a tall blonde girl
with large, bouncing tits, had come from a poor family. In fact, she had at
first drifted into exotic dancing as a way of earning extra money to help her
through school. It had been so easy in the beginning: a stag here, an out of
town convention there... everything had gone well until she had made the
mistake of working a bachelor party at which a fellow student attended. Word
quickly got around, and before long her life at the college was made a misery
of pinches, slaps, feels, sly looks and innuendo. By the end of her first year
at BCN, she was generally regarded with contempt by the other students, ignored
and ridiculed by the girls and treated like a whore in open season by the guys.
She didn't return for a second year.
The full time stripping just followed naturally afterwards. She wouldn't
return home to admit defeat. Working in hamburger joints just didn't pay.
So what else was there?
Deep down, however, Sue felt a sick sort of contempt for herself and the
life she had chosen. A contempt she knew would be shared by her friends and
family back home if they were ever to find out how low she'd sunk. The only
excuse she had - the only reason she could live with herself and what she had
become - was her family's poverty. She made the best money she could, and every
week sent some of it home to her family. And that was why, when faced with what
she believed to be a rich slut like Jennifer who didn't have to strip for a
living but instead chose to do it, Sue quickly felt a deep and abiding hatred.
"This is the change room," she explained roughly. "We do six routines a
night. All changes will be done here."
The rich slut nodded.
Bitch.
Silently, Sue stalked down the short hallway to the stage entrance. "This
is the catwalk where you'll do the show." She shoved open the door and walked
onstage. Jennifer followed. The catwalk was a long, thin stage with a row of
footlights around its perimeter. A shiny metal pole ran from the floor in the
centre of the stage to a slot in the ceiling.
Sue gestured to the rest of the club. "Between routines," she said,
"you'll be expected to 'mingle' with the customers."
Jennifer looked puzzled. "Mingle?" she asked, in her low sexy voice.
Sue sneered. As if the slut didn't know. "Yeah," she grunted in response.
"Mingle. You know: be friendly."
Jennifer started to say something else, but before she could figure out
how to articulate it in words of less than two syllables, the other girl had
started to walk away. Jennifer tried to frown, but it came out more of a pout
as a result of the way her face was made up. Sighing prettily, she flounced
after her guide, just as she had been trained to do. The tall blonde led her
through a opening at the back of the club and into a short hallway with a
series of doors. She walked to the last one on the left and opened it.
"This is where you'll be sleeping during the week," she announced. "When
you're not..."
Jennifer, looking around at the small, dingy room (really nothing more
than a large closet with a bed), stopped listening as the other girl droned on.
She felt like she was about to cry. The clothes... the club... she had to get
out of here!
"...tonight at nine."
Sue stopped speaking and looked over at the new girl. "Do you understand?"
Jennifer, interrupted from her thoughts of escape, quickly nodded. One
lesson she had learned well over the last few weeks was that she must always to
agree with whatever anybody said about anything.
Just smile prettily and nod.
Sue wasn't impressed. She just grunted and left the room. Alone for the
first time in hours, Jennifer sank down onto the bed to relieve the pressure on
her feet. She had become somewhat proficient in getting around on the high
heels, but her feet always ached.
'I've got to get out of here,' she told herself.
*****
If there was one thing Butch Haskall knew well (by no means a certainty),
it was strip joints. And strippers. Or, as he and his friends at the meat
packing plant called them, peelers. And this new girl - Jennie Fucktoy she
called herself - was one the best. He had sat spellbound through her first two
shows, bleary eyes wide and staring under a lank of thin, greasy hair, watching
appreciatively as she strutted her stuff in front of his appreciative eyes.
Talk about new talent!
This babe was loaded with it.
He had been disappointed when she hadn't appeared out in the club after
the first show, but he hadn't given up hope. The other girls came out, so he
figured she would too. Sure enough, his vigilance paid off soon after her
second routine. There she was, face and upper chest still covered with a faint
sheen of perspiration as she walked slowly out of the dressing room door.
Butch was there before she had taken two steps.
She had been surprised.
It hadn't been nearly as bad as she had expected. Humiliating, yes, but
not as much as the strip tease she had been forced to perform at the sorority
house. Here, no one knew her. She was anonymous. And the overdone slut makeup,
so humiliating and degrading, had acted as a kind of mask. Those laughing,
jeering men in the audience... they never really saw her. She was just a thing,
a piece of meat, fuel to light the guttering torch of their fantasies. On
stage, with the footlights creating a mere lurching silhouette of the beer
swilling crowd, she could imagine herself above it all.
Pure.
Distant.
Untouchable.
"I'm Butch," came a gravely voice from directly in front of her. Startled
from her thoughts, Jennifer looked up to see a fat, thick-lipped man in a dirty
jean jacket and baseball cap.
"Uhh..."
Mingle?
"I sure like your show," he drawled, face creased by a wide, gap-toothed
grin. "Your tits are real nice."
"Uhmm... thanks." Jennifer fought to maintain a friendly smile on her
face. Kim had made it clear what would happen if there were any complaints
about her.
If possible, the man's grin grew even wider.
"Buy you a drink?" he asked.
"Uhmm... thanks."
Butch felt a wave of sheer lust surge through his body at the sound of her
voice. So deep and... and sexy. By god, she sounded like she needed a good
fucking right here and now. Still, first things first.
"Buy you a drink?" he asked.
"I'd love that," she answered.
Slowly, Jennifer was gaining confidence. She seemed to be in control. This
asshole was so much in lust with her he'd probably do almost anything just to
get her to sit with him.
What a jerk. Maybe this wasn't going to be as difficult as she'd thought.
Kim wandered back into the club. She'd stayed to catch Jennifer's first
show - not bad for a beginner, but there had been a few things that could be
improved upon - and had then left for dinner. She looked around the club, and
her gaze immediately fell upon the table where Jennifer sat with some fat geek
in a baseball cap.
Oh yes!
Try as she might, Kim was unable to keep the smile from her lips as she
approached the table. Time to tell the girl about the other part of her job.
Jennifer started slightly as Kim appeared beside the table.
"Good evening," the oriental greeted Butch, "I'm the manager of this club.
Are you having a good time?"
Butch nodded his head rapidly up and down. Was he ever!
Kim gestured at Jennifer. "Do you like her?"
"Yes ma'am," came the answer. "I surely do."
"Well... she's quite the little slut," Kim said, in a normal tone of
voice. "Aren't you dear?"
Jennifer swallowed and fought down a cold wave of fear. "Yes Ms Loo," she
answered, "I am a... a slut." Kim just stared in silence. Jennifer almost
bolted in panic. What had she... Oh. "Jennie," she corrected herself, overdoing
the sexy voice to make up for her lapse, "is a slut. A hot little s-slut." Sick
to her stomach, she looked over at Butch who was staring at her with his mouth
wide open.
"And how would Jennie like to fuck the nice man here?" Kim asked. Jennifer
felt her heart start pounding like it was going to burst out of her chest.
A whore.
She was being turned into a whore!
She felt an intense wave of hatred at the thought of what those girls had
done to her. When she got out of here...
No.
"Oh yes," she answered, giggling slightly. "I'd like that a lot."
Kim turned to Butch. "Normally," she said, "I charge a hundred for her.
But just for tonight, you can have her for twenty. Is that satisfactory?"
Once again, Butch's head almost popped off from nodding so hard. The fat
man reached into the pocket of his greasy jean jacket and pulled out a crumpled
twenty dollar bill. Kim took his money and then herded the two of them to
Jennie's workroom, with its dingy little bed.
"Be quick now," she called after them as she closed the door, "she had to
be back onstage in fifteen minutes."
From the catwalk where she pushed her greased and shining tits together
for the pleasure of the cheering onlookers, Sue Jacobs saw Jennifer disappear
through the door with Butch.
'Slut,' she thought, spreading her legs and rubbing her pussy up and down
against the metal pole. Most girls didn't start turning tricks for at least a
couple of months.
In the little bedroom, Jennifer's training once again came in handy as
Butch trailed a thin line of drool down onto her chest while he pumped his
thick, greasy cock in and out of her pussy. She'd managed to spend a few second
rubbing her clit - while Butch watched, eyes wide - before the actual sex, so
it wasn't as painful as it might have been. Still, the bucking and grinding...
the moans of lust... the panting... the lips- slightly-parted-tongue-poking-out
look of lust as he mauled her tits and rammed his cock in and out of her...
It was all training.
Kim had been certain that he wouldn't last long, and she was not proved
wrong. Within ten minutes, Butch stumbled out of the little room and staggered
off towards the bar, no doubt to do a little bragging. Well... let him. It
wasn't every day a greaseball like him got to fuck a high class whore like
Jennifer.
Kim entered the little room to find Jennifer sobbing on the bed.
Mercilessly, she reached down and slapped the girl sternly across the face.
"You're on stage in five minutes," she stated angrily. "Get ready."
Flushing red, Jennifer stumbled to her feet and scampered out of the room.
Onstage a few minutes later, Jennifer no longer felt quite so distant.
Quite so untouchable. She now knew that the men out there were not just
passive observers; they had the right to buy her and use her as they wished.
She was up there on stage not for entertainment, but as an advertisement.
She was a whore!
And, if she there had ever been the possibility of her somehow forgetting
that fact, the loud cheer that went up when - after she had removed her shiny
g-string and was crouched with her legs spread wide - a thin, cold trickle of
sperm dribbled out of her pussy and trickled down her leg taught her otherwise.
She fought to hold back the tears.
Standing beside the bar, Kim smiled at the watcher's reaction as the
glistening trail of sperm trickled out of Jennifer's spread pussy. Between that
and Butch's talking at the bar, she had no doubt that Jennifer would turn out
to be a very busy, and profitable girl.
And on her first night, too.
*****
The interior of the club seemed dark and menacing in the soft red glow of
the exit light. Jennifer didn't mind, though. Tonight, the darkness was her
friend. After three nights in this hellhole - three nights of being forced to
parade herself onstage like some kind of cheap slut, and then endure in
apparent enthusiasm the endless stream of cocks - Jennifer was finally
escaping. During the course of the evening, she had managed to leave a
half-chewed piece of gum (Kim now had her chewing gum constantly; she said it
enhanced the 'slut' image as well as strengthened her jaw muscles and helped
cover the 'sperm breath' from swallowing so much cum) into the doorlatch,
preventing it from closing properly. Once out, she could go to the police
and...
"Going somewhere?"
Jennifer started. Who was it?
A figure moved slowly out of the shadows.
"Sue?" Jennifer no longer realized that she was talking in the low, sexy
voice. It had become a habit. "What..."
Sue smiled nastily. "I saw the little manoeuvre with the gum," she said
quietly. "Figured you'd be trying to get out."
Jennifer trembled. She knew the blonde girl hated her, although she didn't
know why. If Sue gave the alarm...
"Now," the tall stripper continued, "I've no problem with you leaving. In
fact, I'd prefer it. But I'd like a little favour first."
"F-favour?"
"Yeah." Sue stepped a little closer. "All my life I've been treated like
shit by rich bitches like you. Now the shoe's on the other foot. You do what I
say, or I'll make sure you never get out."
Jennifer trembled. "What do you want?"
"Your lovely little slut's mouth and tongue," came the answer. "In my
pussy for starters... and then in my ass." "S-sue..." Jennifer started to
whine, but the other girl was firm.
"That's right," Sue repeated. "The only way you get out of here tonight is
to eat me out, front and back."
She had no choice.
Shaking with fear, Jennifer fell to her knees in from of the tall blonde.
Sue was naked underneath her thin, cotton dressing gown, so it was a simple
matter to part the cloth and nuzzle her mouth into the girl's already wet
pussy. Within moments, Jennifer's by now experienced tongue was hard at work,
licking and slurping busily. After her two weeks of daily pussy lapping at the
sorority, the smell and taste no longer bothered Jennifer. She didn't like it -
in fact, she hated it - but it was by no means as repulsive as is had been the
first time.
Sue moaned as Jennifer's experienced tongue did its work. Involuntarily,
the blonde girl grasped the back of the kneeling girl's head, and jerked her
face harder and harder into her sopping pussy. Jennifer gasped for breath, but
continued licking. The sooner Sue came, the sooner she could go.
"Tell me how much you like it," Sue moaned.
"Mmmmm..." By now, Jennifer was able to moan and recite her lust without
missing a lap of the tongue. "I love your pussy... I love to suck..."
"Bimbo voice," Sue ordered.
Obediently, Jennifer giggled, tongue still buried deep in the other girl's
pussy. "Tastes good," she said in her high pitched bimbo voice. "Nice pussy..."
Sue came... and came... and came...
Finally, just when it seemed like the orgasm would never end, Sue
shuddered one last time and opened her eyes. "Geez Jennie," she whispered, "you
know your way around a girl's pussy."
Jennifer blushed with shame, but it wasn't visible in the darkness. She
started to climb to her feet, but Sue grabbed her shoulder and held her down.
"Don't forget the second part," she warned.
Jennifer sank back to her knees, head hanging with humiliation. Things
kept getting worse. Still, it would be worth it if she could just get out of
here. Sue would end up in jail with the rest of them.
Oblivious to her impending incarceration, Sue turned and shoved her bare
ass into Jennifer's face. The kneeling girl tried to pull away, but Sue reached
back and grabbed two handfuls of black hair. "Get sucking ass licker," she
ordered, pulling tightly on the other girl's hair. Jennifer moaned with pain,
but stuck her face inside Sue's ass crack and, gagging slightly, began to lick.
The smell was horrendous, but she resolutely forced her small, pink tongue into
the girl's anus and began sucking. Almost immediately, she felt a warm, soft
object slide out towards her face.
"Mmmmm...." She tried to pull away, to cry out, to do anything, but it was
no use. The blonde girl had her firmly by the hair. "That's right you little
Fucktoy," Sue muttered, squeezing her ass muscles. "Eat a little shit."
Jennifer had no choice. The soft, squishy turd was forced up against her
face, lips and finally between her half-clenched teeth. She gagged with
revulsion at the taste, but couldn't stop it. It was either swallow or choke.
Another turd came out... and then another as she thrashed away, trying
frantically to remove her face from the other girl's ass. Sue just laughed,
holding the smaller girl's face in position until she had finished shitting.
Finally, it was over.
Sue released her hair, and she fell back onto the floor, face and mouth
covered with shit. Coughing and gasping, she crawled to her knees as Sue walked
slowly away, quickly disappearing into the shadows. She wiped desperately away
at the filth with the back of her hand, but seemed to succeed only in spreading
it about her face.
"Jennie..."
Jennifer stopped wiping. It was Sue's voice coming from somewhere in the
darkness. "You did your part, but you know how I told you how I would let you
go?"
Jennifer knelt in place, frozen in silent.
The lights clicked on.
"I lied."
Standing around her, in what had been impenetrable darkness, stood Kim...
Lisa... Becky... Cindy... and Tammy.
With the cattle prod. Face and hands covered with Sue's shit, Jennifer
fell back onto the floor and began to cry.
"Well," Tammy cooed, walking forward. "It looks like little Jennie
shit-face has a lesson to learn."
The crying girl closed her eyes as the buzzing cattle prod - surely set to
full power - slowly descended towards her...
*****
The next three months went by in a blur of dancing and fucking; dancing
and sucking; dancing... Kim had finally settled on the bimbo voice for the
daytime and the slut voice for night, and Jennie had all but forgotten what her
normal voice sounded like. Each weekend, the girls from the sorority showed up
to collect their pussy slave take the small envelope containing her weekly
earnings. Each weekend would be spent servicing her four mistresses in every
way they wished. Sometimes, Mark and a few of the guys would come over, and
Jennifer would serve them too, showing off her newly developed fucking skills.
Jennifer never stopped hating it - hating it with a passion - but by the end of
the first month, she was almost looking forward to the weekend stays at the
sorority house. As well as the her duties and a stripper and whore, Sue had
decided that she liked the idea of having her own little toilet slave. Jennifer
had quickly become intimately familiar with the inside of the other girl's
asshole, all thoughts of rebellion having been crushed by the final application
of the cattle prod.
After a while, Sue began feeling generous and started sharing Jennifer
out among the other girls at the club. Most mornings were spent servicing the
other strippers, either their pussies or - for a few of them - their asses.
Jennifer complained to Kim, but the oriental woman just laughed. "Saves
money on toilet paper," she said.
And that was that.
By the end of the three months - Jennifer had kept track by making small
cuts in the side of the cheap wooden dresser - Jennifer was so swollen with
hatred and frustration that she felt she would burst. The only thing that kept
her going was the thought of what she would do when the three month contract
was up.
Finally, that day arrived.
Right on schedule, Tammy showed up as Jennifer waited expectantly in the
daytime-empty club. At Kim's insistence, she had even done herself up special -
for the last time, she vowed. Dressed in the same tight polyester miniskirt and
revealing pink top in which she had begun her new career, she waited
impatiently to leave, her thick, red lips falling into their now habitual pout
as she chewed a thick wad of gum.
Tammy smiled when she saw Jennifer, but didn't say anything. Jennifer
pouted back at her. 'Just wait,' she told herself.
The pudgy blonde girl walked over to the table where Kim was sitting. She
pulled a piece of paper - the contract - from her purse and placed it down on
the surface in front of the oriental woman. Kim didn't say anything; she just
took out a pen and signed.
Jennifer looked on, puzzled. What were they doing?
Tammy took the pen and then likewise signed.
Kim briefly read the paper and then nodded. "This is in order. We've
bought out the option." With these words she handed a thick envelope to Tammy.
Tammy grinned down at her. "Should you tell her?" she asked, "Or should I?"
Kim shrugged. "You tell her."
Jennifer had had enough. "Tell me what?" she burbled in an airheaded
manner. "What's going on? Jennie's finished here."
Sue, who had just entered the room, laughed.
"No," Tammy grinned at her. "You're not. Kim here just bought out the
option on the contract."
"Option?" The room seemed to spin and Jennifer thought she was going to
faint. Sue walked closer and grabber her by the elbow.
"Yes," Tammy explained gleefully, "The three months was a trial period. To
see how they liked you." She glanced down at Kim. "Evidently they like you a
lot. They've signed you for the full seven years."
Seven years. Jennifer tried to move away, but Sue's grip was iron.
"But you won't be bored," Tammy continued. "Pussywillows is a chain.
They've got clubs all across the country. You'll get to do all sorts of
travelling." Still smiling, the pudgy blonde girl walked slowly forward until
she was standing right in front of the horrified Jennifer. "For the next seven
years," she said, articulating slowly and carefully, "you'll be stripping and
fucking your way from one side of America to another."
Her words finally began to sink in.
"Noooo..."
"Quite an opportunity, I'd say," Tammy joked.
"Tammy," Jennifer cried, "you can't..."
"Slut voice!" Tammy was suddenly stern. Immediately, Jennifer's voice
deepened to a sexy purr.
"Please," she breathed hoarsely, "don't leave Jennie..."
"Bimbo voice," Tammy said.
"Oh... don't leave me," Jennifer begged, voice high.
Tammy, however, ignored her pleadings. She turned and began walking away.
"Nooo... you can't... Please..."
"Oh." Tammy stopped and turned. "This comes with the deal," she said,
tossing a slender, metallic object to Kim. The oriental woman caught it without
standing.
It was the cattle prod.
Jennifer began to cry and scream - strangely appealing in her new voice -
but Kim just gestured to Sue to take the crying girl backstage. Tammy's last
view of Jennifer was of her well rounded ass, tightly packed into the polyester
miniskirt, swinging back and forth as the tall blonde stripper led her, still
crying, into a back room.
Outside, Tammy opened the door and sat down beside Lisa who occupied the
driver's seat. The twins were in the back. "Well girls," she laughed, riffling
the money from the envelope, "Time for another pool party."
THE END
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