Revenge of the NerdChapter 8
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Borrowing it
by Karen Hansen
Its just too weird. Exciting... strange... even fun at times. But mostly
weird.
Even more weird are some of the people you might meet... like Kevin. An
older businessman who's like the others except for his kinky edge. While
discussing little turn-ons the first evening he bought dances, he told
me about his fantasy of being bound, teased and tormented by a beautiful
woman.
Beautiful woman can get away with almost anything.
A couple of dance turned into a half dozen as I spiced things up by
gently tugging at his nipples. At times when he would want to touch me,
I'd slap his hand away or twist his fingers and make him ask for
permission to touch me. I thought we were just joking until I realized
he had a raging hard-on and he was breathing so hard I thought he was
going to pass out or rape me. I was freaking out after we finished and I
thinking he was going to be someone I'd have to avoid when I came to the
club until he gave me $60 more than he owed. He said he loved having a
Latina dominatrix. The math suddenly made feeling his lust a little
easier to live with. I told him if he swears not to let it get around
the club she might be back next week which brought a smile to his face.
Feeling really bold, I kissed him on the cheek and lightly kneed him in
the groining which made him that much more excited by the look in his
eyes.
It so strange but whatever floats the boat.
This evening I had him puzzled by kneeling down and unlacing one of his
shoes only to have him happily surprised by tying his wrists behind his
back with the shoelace. I spend the next few songs playfully slapping
his face, pulling his hair to force his head back, calling him names,
pinching and tugging his nipples and raking my across his back and chest
which made him more insane than the things I did the two weeks before.
It still seems weird most of the time I think to myself as I allow Kevin
to hold my hand as we walk out of the V.I.P. area. He's really a nice
guy as opposed to some of the guys I've had to deal with. He enjoys
talking as much if not more than the physical contact. I we talk about
our weeks for the first couple of songs until I see that look in his
eyes.
I wonder how a person gets turned on by this as I let his arms swallow
me in a big hug. I reach around his body, hugging him back and giving a
squeeze on the ass. I hear him chuckle the same way he did last week
when I did that. I must be losing my mind but he enjoys it. It actually
feels kind of nice. The emotion, not the ass. And it feels weird. He
reaches into his pocket, pulls three $100's off the stack of bills he
has in a money clip and folds them into my palm.
Only expecting 2, I look up into his brown eyes and ask him if he needed
change. He smiles and tells me no. I ask again and he tells me he's
going to take the change out of my behind one of these evenings with a
wicked look in his eyes. Faking shock and outrage, I grab one of his
nipples through his dress shirt, tugging and twisting it for a moment.
He seems to enjoy it for a few moments then I'm suddenly pulled tightly
against his body. He decides he wants his change now by spanking my butt
3 times counting out the $10 a swat then following that with his fingers
finding my arm pits. I almost scream out loud and try to drop to the
floor in an effort to get out of his grip. He stops after 20 seconds and
finally lets me step away from him. Catching my breathe and getting my
composure I call him a 'bastard' still giggling. I forgot how ticklish I
am now.
"Any other smartass moves?" he asked. I quickly shake my head no
nervously.
"Happy with your $20 tip or should I take that too?" I grin, go in and
hug him again whispering he is 'so mean'. I feel his arms wrapped around
me again.
"See ya next week?" he asks. I tell him I hope so. I stand on my toes
and kiss him on the cheek. He leans down and kisses me on the forehead
then walks towards the exit. We hold eye contact until he leaves.
They have the world in the palm of their hands I tell myself.
I look around the club to see if any of the regulars are around. To see
if any of my new regulars (that just want regular dances) I might have
missed while I was with Kevin came in. I don't see anyone. Just some
dirty looks from the girls who haven't done so well tonight. Just
jealous. Some of those girls could help themselves if they got off their
lazy asses and tried to be a little friendlier. I mean at least I make
an honest effort. Their lose I tell myself as I walk to the counter.
"Man, you had another great night!" Jerry said as I paid him my fees for
the evening.
"Yes," I replied, smiling.
"I don't think there was a point you didn't have guys waiting for you."
"Lucky. I was everyone's kind of girl tonight, I guess."
"Especially with as slow as it was tonight. So... how much did you
clear?"
"Oh... I don't know. I'll count it at home," I said not wanting tell
him.
"Well if there's anything at all you need, you just let me know. OK?"
"Thanks Jerry. I'll see you next time," I told him leaving the counter.
I sighed as I turned my back to him. I've only worked 3 Fridays in 3
weeks and the help is already hitting on me. I go into the dressing room
to get out of my bra, little shorts and 'fuck me' pumps to put on a t-
shirt, jeans and some 3-inch heels. I get the stuff from the locker to
leave. Its when I walk pass the mirror that my reflexion reminds me
again.
'Oh yeah.' I tell myself. This is what we go through. Or they go
through. Or she? Hmmm? I wonder if its having an effect on my emotions
too. Are those really my reactions... or things I think I can get away
with... or both ... or something else?
I can feel the icy stares as I leave the dressing room. Its only 1AM. A
lot of the girls haven't evening made fee yet. The club doesn't close
for another 3 hours but I made nearly $1100 in only three hours...
enough to next month's rent and for me to play poker tomorrow night.
Maybe I can figure out a way to have all my guys come by every other
Friday night. That would be nice.
Stan, the parking lot attendant, is clear across the lot bullshitting
with his friends. Fortunately, I can see my SUV from the entrance of the
club 4 rows back and no ones near it. Not wanting to be hit on by Stan
again, I start taking quick, tiny steps to run across the lot.
I unlock and open the door, turn to pick up my bag with my clothing,
shoes and make-up when I feel a large arm circle around my waist and
pull me in the back seat. Before I can scream, a large hand covers my
mouth.
I try to fight him off but my size makes me no match. I scream into his
hand anyway hoping Stan might be walking by at that moment and hear me
or see that the door is open. My next thought is waiting for the chance
or right moment to headbutt him in the face or hit him in the balls but
before I get the chance he wrestles me facedown on the seat and sit on
my arm and back.
He pulls his hand from my mouth and I fill my lungs to scream for Stan
but before I can yell, he stuffs a balled up piece of cloth into my
mouth. Before I can spit it out, he starts winding what has to be an ACE
bandage between my teeth and around my head. He ties it off after
circling my head a dozen times.
He climbs off me enough to pull my arms behind me, cross my wrists and
bind them with more soft cloth. I do the only thing that's left... I
start kicking the side of the car with my high heels, praying someone
might hear me.
"Knock that shit off!" he growls and my body freezes, stunned by what I
hear. My attacker takes that moment to take the other end of whatever he
tied my wrists with to tie my ankles together and pull the back, placing
me in a hogtied position before tightly cinching the knots.
I get over my moment of shock and try to turn to the side to see who has
jumped me. My attacker locks the seatbelts around my body so I can't
fall out of the seat. He then gets out of the car, thrown my bag on the
passenger's front seat and closes the rear door before climbing into the
driver's seat.
"C'mon... you could do it! Just a few times!" I hear the man say in a
sarcastic tone. Hearing the voice makes my blood go cold.
"You know how men look at you. 5'5", 130 lbs., tone body, great ass and
that million dollar smile. Guys will be throwing cash at you! Just a
couple of times... then we can get caught up on bills and have some
fun... Isn't that what you said?"
'This shit can't be happening I tell myself as I listen to the voice.
"I knew something was up when I woke up two Saturdays ago and I felt
like I had taken a shower the night before... and I hadn't. You had to
use the 'coin', didn't you? I don't how you came across the damn thing
and I didn't care! It was fun to try it out for a few hours. But YOU had
to start to thinking even when you knew I'd never lower myself to being
a stripper. It's ok for them but you knew I never would. So I set the
camcorder up in our bedroom before I went to sleep last Friday. Fuckin'
chloroform, you son of a bitch! Well I was ready for you this time. I
held my breath until you left the room then pulled out a bottle of water
and towel from under the bed to wash that crap off my face before it
knocked me out! After you left, I got dressed, hopped into my car and
start checking all the clubs in the area. Sure enough! Here you were,
asshole! I don't know what made me more sick. Seeing you on stage,
dancing and flirting or the thought of those guys touching my body!"
It wasn't until the dome light was turned on that my fears of hearing
the voice was comfirmed. I looked up to see the face... my face. My face
along with my voice. Amya was awake in my body and she caught me using
her body. And she was pissed.
"Needless to say, our relationship is over, BITCH! I don't know what I'm
going to do with it but I'm taking the 'coin'!"
I try to tell Amya to let me explain from behind the gag and I was doing
it for us.
"But I think we'll spend one more evening together before we switch
bodies back and I leave you, fucker. You know... if you ever come across
another magic coin you should be careful who's body you decided to
steal. A body like your's is really sensitive to the touch... especially
tickling." I saw and heard my body say.
Thoughts of all the times I tied Amya to the bed or a chair, teasing and
tickling her flashed through my mind. I suddenly realized how scarey my
wicked grin was now that I saw it as the helpless female.
I watch my body's hand reach over the seat. The next thing I knew I was
screaming in pain from my nipple being squeezed and tugged between the
forefinger and thumb. Amya released it after a few moments.
"See... really sensitive. I was thinking since you're already a stripper
you should take the next small step and be a slut. Besides, I really
need to try out this body one time before I leave. What do you think?"
I shook my head, not believing what I was hearing.
"And I really hate those places but tonight I think we should make a
stop at that Adult fetish store down the street from our place. You
know, the place you always tried to talking me into going to. I'm sure
there's some KY jelly, a pair of nipple clamps and a vibrator with your
name on it. And it might be fun to try out your equipment in a very
special place, huh?"
As the dome light went off and car engine started up, I tried to plead
with Amya to let me go from behind the gag as I wildly pulled at my
bounds trying to free myself.
Tamera
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