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------------------------------------------------------------------------ Feedback, critiques and comments are always welcome! Just drop me an email at [email protected]. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ I had finally found one I liked. After six stores and countless hours, I had finally found one I liked. It was snug and gave me just the right amount of support. The color was amazing too. A bright orangish yellow that really popped. I couldn't help but stare into the mirror. It pushed my tits together so very nicely, giving anyone who glanced my way a healthy dose of cleavage. I loved having big tits. I loved finally having a bikini top that did them justice even more. We had been planning a beach trip for a week now. Something to get away, clear our heads and just relax. I'm not much of a drinker but the others had every intention of getting wasted and spinning out of control. Who could blame them. We were practically slaves. This was our first chance to let loose since I started working two months ago. Being honest... despite the reality of my situation, working at the club....I was starting to really like it. Satisfied with the cleavage staring back at me, I slipped on the bottoms. The thong nestled easily between my ass cheeks, making itself at home. It was perfect. It did nothing to hide my curves. Just the opposite, of course. I felt like the thong projected instructions onto the small of my back, a block of text written as a tramp stamp tattoo. "Please firmly grasp thong then tug to the side. Place free hand on hip as you guide your raging hard on into the newly exposed core. Once the asshole has accommodated your girth, apply your remaining hand to the other hip. Vigorously pump her ass until she is full of sperm. Warning: subject will be loud, so ear protection is advised." It would be a very lengthy tramp stamp. It wouldn't even have room for the warnings about expletives or being called daddy. I was satisfied. I claimed my bounty and headed for the register. It was almost seven so I had to start getting ready for work. It usually didn't take long. I was a natural beauty so I didn't need pounds of makeup on my face. It was something that Mr. Tedeschi loved about me. Him being my boss/captor. I had been under his employ for just a short while...but thinking back on it...it felt like a lifetime had passed. Two months ago I was just an average guy trying to make ends meet. Yes, an average GUY. I had credit card debt, a shitty car and no relationships to speak of. My sex life consisted of walking by a strip club and fantasizing about the random women I'd see outside. I never once considered I'd be working at that club. Never once did I consider I'd be one of those chicks either....yet here we are. One night I decided to venture out and pass by what was becoming my holy grail of sex. It was a fascination that I couldn't seem to get away from. I never actually went in...way too scared for that. I couldn't even see anything but I just latched onto the hope that one of those gorgeous vixens would be in the parking lot "having some fun." A stupid thought, I know, but one I couldn't resist and one that would be my undoing. As I slipped by the parking lot, I froze. There were a handful of very serious looking men all huddled together. For a second I wondered if I stumbled upon what I so desperately had been searching for. Some action. Maybe it was a gang bang. I wanted to look closer. I couldn't have been more wrong. They were huddled over someone they had just beaten the living shit out of. I stopped dead when I saw the guy on the ground. No one had noticed me yet so I started to shuffle backwards. "Always watch where you're going" I yelled to myself as I accidentally kicked a beer bottle. I didn't look up. I didn't have to. I knew they were all staring at me. I knew I was done. It was over. A quick hit and I was on the pavement. They dragged me, with very little resistance, into the club via the rear entrance. I was whisked by half naked and fully naked goddesses. Everywhere I looked there was a Playboy model. These women were all beyond perfect. The glimpses were all too brief. I found myself sitting in my new boss' office. Mr. Tedeschi. He had an air of arrogance to him. Rightfully so, he would argue. He had accomplished a lot, built so much with his own two hands. A business man. A business man whom liked living quietly with his club. His version of early retirement. "Drink this." He gave me a shot. "Come on, one gulp." He studied me. "You passed out as soon as you made it through those doors," as he pointed behind me. "Never seen a guy go down so quick. It's been ten minutes since then. I thought our little problem just took care of itself." He eyed me again. "Guess not," he let out as he took the empty glass away. "I don't care what you think you saw. You're going to forget about it. You're going to sleep here tonight. Room upstairs. Tomorrow you'll have a fresh head and a very new perspective. You'll be working for me. Bar tending for now. You like pussy?" He grew angry when I didn't respond. "You like pussy, don't you?!" "Yeah, of course." My fascination with it did get me into this predicament after all. "Good. Keep yours fresh and we'll see how things go." I looked at him puzzled. Was he insulting me? "Upstairs. Room 11," he ordered his guys. Before I knew it I was being dragged away again. Dragged away to Room 11. Where my life would end. I laid on the bed for an hour before everything started. It was the most nauseating experience of my life. I could feel my insides swish around. It was like having someone reach into you and rearrange your organs. It wasn't painful. It was numbing. A dull ache here, intense pressure there. Up until now, it wasn't so bad. Then it happened. I clenched the sheets of the bed I found myself in, arched my back into a curve so profound I thought it might break and gasped for air. This part was horrid. This part broke me. I struggled to breathe. I struggled until I went limp. I struggled until I felt the lights leave my eyes. Darkness. I jumped out of bed, desperately gulping air down. I couldn't believe I was alive. I was sure I had been poisoned and I wasn't coming back. I looked over to the stand beside the bed. I couldn't believe my eyes. Thirty minutes had passed. Thirty. That was it. It had felt like an eternity. I had been locked up in that room for less than two hours. Two hours that felt like a lifetime. Two hours that had taken my lifetime and given me one far different. "Holy shit..." I let out as I moved out of bed. The foreign weight on my chest commanded my attention. "Are these??" I grasped my chest. "What the??" I cupped my breasts. The mirrors scattered around the room mocked me. Three in total. Full length and very wide. Two were positioned to give whomever was in bed very clear angles of its occupants. Fresh views for sex, undoubtedly. The third was by the closet. Clearly for getting dressed. All three reflected my new body, spitting the image of sexiness in my face. "This is what you get for trying to be a perv!!" they laughed in unison. "You wanted to see pussy?!? Now you can check yourself out all you want!!" my imaginary tormentors screamed at me. "Oh my god. Is this real?? Is this me??" I asked the mirrors, half expecting them to actually answer. My reflection stared back blankly. I cupped my chest, hoping the girl in the mirror wouldn't follow suit. She did. I gasped and brought my hands to my mouth as tears started to flow. I dropped to me knees and started sobbing uncontrollably. "I don't understand," I let out as I was overcome by dread and uncertainty. What had happened to me....and more importantly, why? I spent the next eternity of minutes doing what I felt anyone in my position would've. Alternating between utter disbelief and curiosity. After establishing that the sex kitten in the mirror was indeed me and after the initial shock died down, I set about investigating my new body. I must've pinched myself a thousand times in a thousand places, thinking it would wake me up. All I managed to accomplish was leaving faint red marks peppered all over my skin. "This can't be real," I whispered to myself for the hundredth time. My legs were spread obscenely, granting me a view of what I had considered the most sacred of holes in existence. My vagina stared back at me. "I have a vag...a fucking vag. Shit. A fucking vag....a vag for fucking. No. A vag to get fucked. Shit. People are going to want to fuck my vagina. I would want to fuck my vagina. Fuck." Tears welled up again. I fell asleep on the floor in front of my mocking mirrors. I curled into a ball and passed out from exhaustion. After pulling my pussy lips apart and sliding a finger inside myself, I decided I couldn't take anymore and just let myself slip into unconsciousness. I had hoped I would wake up the next day back at my apartment, in the same old body I had grown up in. Of course, that was not meant to be. "Sweet cheeks! Hey! Sweet cheeks! Get up! Put some clothes on," a familiar voice rang in my head. "Ten minutes, then I want you downstairs." I heard him rummaging through the closet. "Here. This is fine," he said as he threw clothes on the bed. "Ten minutes." I saw him walk out of the room as I finally collected myself. It was Mr. Tedeschi again. I didn't know what else to do, so I got dressed as instructed. He couldn't have picked a more simple outfit. Jeans and a tshirt. Staring at them on the bed felt comforting for a second. Jeans and a tshirt, something familiar. I could do that. I've worn that outfit a million times. Maybe, just maybe things wouldn't be so weird. My heart sank a second after that. A black lace thong was lying under the jeans. This wasn't going to be the same, it was never going to be the same again. That became horribly apparent when I saw myself in the mirror. The jeans I had just slid on accentuated the curve of my ass. My thong peeked out of the top of them, ensuring everyone knew I had a nice wedgie in that round mound. The tshirt was no better. It clung to my chest, screaming: "Hey boys!! Check these out!!" The outline of my nips were clearly visible. If you looked closely enough, you could see my areola through the white fabric. "I need a bra," I blurted out. Looking at the clock, I realized I needed to go. After a heavy sigh, I headed out the door. I fumbled about barefoot, trying to find this mythological "downstairs" I was told to discover. No one seemed to be around to offer guidance or a map. "Good to know you listen," came Mr. Tedeschi baring a gift. Shoes. "Forgot these," as he handed me a beat up pair of Nikes. "Looks like the rest fit well. I've got a place for you. An apartment in a building I own a block from here. After you're done here today, you'll go back to your old place with a couple of my guys. Pack up your shit and they'll bring you to your new home. Got it?" I nodded. "Good. Here. This is to get you started. Keys to your place, keys to the club. Never come in the front. There's a debit card in there. Five thousand preloaded. Buy yourself a new wardrobe. No bullshit either. You're representing my club, so look nice. Dress sexy, slutty, trashy, whatever. Nothing baggy, ever. No sweats. This will be the last time you wear those Nikes too. I don't want to hear bullshit about comfort. You're paid to look good. Understood?" I nodded again. "Silent type, huh. Break that habit. If you're serving drinks you need to charm the pants off these guys. Sometimes even those torpedoes won't work." He pointed at my hard nipples. "Right. Be engaging and charming. I get it." "She catches on fast. I'm going to like you. I've got a feeling." We walked down into the club itself. It was just like how I imagined it. A gentleman's club. Like something out of an old movie. Swanky and stylish. If it wasn't filled with so many buxom beauties you'd never think it was a strip club. As we reached the bottom of the staircase, I became very aware of how big my new girls were. They had finally stopped bouncing when we reached the end making the motion stand out. I followed Mr. Tedeschi across the club floor to the bar. The bounce still in my step. My hips moved differently too. I was becoming aware of my new movements rapidly. "Sabrina. You wanted help. Guess what? Luck smiled on you last night. Show her the ropes. She starts tomorrow." He left abruptly, dumping me into her lap. "Fresh meat, huh. What did you do to get stuck here?" "I don't know. I just kind of stumbled onto a bunch of guys beating someone up in the parking lot. Next thing I know, I'm here." "That was Frank. The guy you saw being beaten. I heard about it. He's Frankie now. They're selling her to this trafficker. She's already high out of her mind on heroin. Fucker was trying to turn on us. She muttered some bullshit about going to the Feds. That was after he stole five hundred thousand from the club. He'll get what he deserves. Those rings...you never want to go to a place like that." "Sooooo, they turned him....like they turned me?" "Uh huh." "Are you turned...err...did they change you?" "Nope. I was born this hot." "Lucky you. I mean, to still be what you were born as." "Shut up. I really don't care about any of that woe is me bullshit. You've just been handed a fucking fantastic deal. The money is good. The sex is good. Whatever your life was before, I doubt it'll compare." Her words stung. "I saw you when they brought you in. I doubt you've had pussy in years. I doubt you could ever get any. Everything about you screamed mundane loser. " "Wow. Okay. Can we not do this. I'm still adjusting to the fact that I have tits and I'm expected to tend a bar." "Whatever. Just don't fuck things up" She was charming. I spent a few hours with her before being escorted out. She showed me how to mix a few drinks, where she kept certain brands, the basics. I was expected to man the bar most of the time, dishing out bottled beers mostly while she made rounds. I was assured it would be easy. Her only tip was the repeated, "Don't fuck up. If you fuck up, smile and push your tits in the guy's face while apologizing." My entourage helped me pack, if you could call it that, when we got to my place. I wasn't allowed to bring much. Four boxes max. It felt sad that I only needed one. My entire wardrobe was useless, obviously. I didn't have much in the way of keepsakes either. No real relationships with anyone, so no memorabilia to commemorate them. All I wanted was my PC and my game collection, half of which was in the cloud. After those were collected, I was ushered off to my new housing. My help didn't utter a word the entire time. They dropped off my single box, then left. I counted at least a dozen times where I was being checked out. Can't blame them. My tits were right there. Every time I bent over there was someone standing in front of and behind me. I half expected them to pull some kind of sexual pincer move and rape me at both ends. When they left, I was genuinely surprised they were content with just staring at me. Either Mr. Tedeschi scared them that much or they knew they could get pussy back at the club. Probably both. I spent an hour searching online to see if anyone had ever experienced what I was now caught up in. Not a single story outside of fiction written by some talented authors. A good read, but none of it was real. I felt lost and hopeless. Eventually curiosity got the better of me and I began shopping for clothes. I did need a new wardrobe. I checked my bedroom and found plenty of underwear and lingerie. "Perfect, one less thing to worry about." Most of it was actually cute. Stuff I would have loved to see a girlfriend in. Guess I would be that girlfriend now. Some of it fit pretty well too. After looking online how to measure myself and after being pleasantly surprised to have a body measuring tape in my bathroom, I finally had dimensions to go with the weight on my chest. DD/E. I had crowd pleasers. Shoes were easier. The closet had a dozen heels. I slipped them on, one by one, until I had my Cinderella moment. "Awesome." I tried walking around a bit. It was like second nature to me. "Holy shit. I'm a natural." The bathroom in my new abode was quite welcoming. I ran some warm water in the oversized tub and dropped some bubble bath into it. "Looks like Mr. Tedeschi likes to spoil his girls" I spoke to myself as I pulled my panties off and slipped in. It felt like the first time I accepted who I was. It didn't hurt that the warm water was gently relaxing me into blissful oblivion. I grabbed a handful of bubbles and playfully blew them away. My hands grew restless as they started to wander over my body. One rested on a tit and instinctively started kneading my DD flesh. My already large nips grew bigger as they hardened. My back arched as my fingers began dancing in circles on my clit. The water splashed around as the flurry of activity beneath the surface picked up. I couldn't stop myself. I pushed a finger inside my folds and gasped, "Uuugggghhh." I jumped out of the water and leaned over the edge of the tub, my hand never losing contact with my new vagina. My other hand steadied me, abandoning its post at my breast which cried out from the newfound lack of attention. I was ass up, doggy style, moaning loudly. "Yes, yes...this is sooooo good, ugh, ugh, fuuuccck." I saw myself in the mirror and came with the appropriate grunts following: "UGH...UGGG...UGGGGHHHH!!" I sank back down into the tub. I let the realization of what transpired sink in with me. There wasn't a wall in here that didn't have a mirrored surface. There was no way to look away from who I had become. The sight of me masturbating made me wetter than than this bath could. But that wasn't it. That wasn't the deal closer. I came because of what I imagined. For a split second, I pictured this hot bitch, this hot bitch bent over a tub, pleading to cum, pleading for her man to make her cum. I pictured him behind her. I pictured him behind me. I pictured me as his hot bitch. I pictured him making me his hot bitch. A split second in a moment of lust. I thought about drowning myself in this bath. I kept my eyes down as I toweled off and ran into the bedroom. I was greeted by the thongs I left out for myself. "Fuck. Fucking fuck!!" I grabbed the pink one and slid it up my legs. The tshirt wasn't any better. It just reached my belly button before running out of material. "FUCK!!!!!!! I am not a chick. I do not work at a strip club. I don't have tits!! I don't have a pussy!! I don't cum thinking about men fucking me!!! I am me! I'm a guy!!! End of story." I found myself in the bathroom three hours later. I washed my face with warm water, finding it impossible to sleep for more than twenty minutes at a time. I stared into the mirror above the vanity. Cosmetics and hygiene products arranged neatly on top of it. I eyed the enema. The mirror on the opposite wall gave me a view of my ass. "So this is for when they fuck my ass." I turned off the light and walked back to bed. "I am a chick..." An alarm clock that I hadn't set went off. I managed to actually get some sleep before it disturbed me. I opened the drapes and was blasted by sunlight. The clock read 1:00 P.M. It made sense considering my work schedule. It was a night club after all. It would take some getting used to. My outfit didn't take long to assemble. Cute heels and top with black jeans. It was the only thing that fit me that didn't look like something Picasso arranged. I opened my front door and was greeted by my escort. "Boss wants you at the club early today. Sabrina's request. I think she said, "Make sure the new slut is here early. Bitch needs to take notes," or something." He smiled. I smiled back. "Bitch is ready." I bounced down the stairs. The bra I dug up didn't do much to stop my girls from showing off their jiggle. It was unsettling how nice it felt. My escorts opened the car door for me and helped me inside. It felt awkward. They enjoyed it. Sabrina was already waiting when I arrived. "At least you're on time. Decent outfit. You should wear something with a plunging neckline next time. And as much as possible. Show off your tits. The exposed belly is good. You look fit so it works. Don't wear jeans again. Tights or leggings are fine or anything that goes up your ass. Skirts are better. Much better if you don't wear underwear. Give guys a quick glimpse if you can. Come on. Early shift is starting, you're shadowing me all day." Many, many hours later I seemed to get the hang of things. We were in the midst of a packed house. Rowdy college guys, drunk regulars, shady business men. Every booth was full and Sabrina was a pro at juggling them all. I watched her dance from table to table, her chest dancing with her. Her top was nothing more than a push-up bra. Not that her chest needed pushing up. She was bigger than me. She loved it. The attention. The men. The tips. It was all some seductive game to her. I could see why she liked this place so much. And why she needed help. With her out on the floor, I spent all of my time grabbing beers and drinks for the strippers running up to me with orders. It was titillating to have naked women beg for a bottle of champagne. It wasn't until the tenth bottle before I realized no one was really drinking that cheap champagne. It was their key to the fabled back rooms. I didn't know for sure if those back rooms were strictly for dances or if more was happening. Looking out over the floor, plenty of lap dances were taking place. Logically, if that was being offered up in the open, then a lot more was going on behind those closed doors. "Take this to booth five! Bitch! Wake up! Booth five, now!" Sabrina commanded. I snapped back to reality. I was hypnotized by the super cute ass that was dragging away the latest champagne customer to the back. I couldn't help but imagine that ass bouncing on his dick. "Good evening, sir," I greeted booth five's patron. "Your drink." I looked back at Sabrina who was now manning the bar. I realized we had just traded places. It was my turn to dance from table to table. "Thank you sweetheart. Do you know when Romi's going to the stage tonight?" "Of course. She'll be out in twenty minutes. Featured act." "Thanks, peach," I heard him say as I shuffled away. "Pull your top down! Show them some cleavage. Maybe you should just change," Sabrina barked. "Fuck it. Change or you're serving drinks with your tits out. Hurry up. Five minutes, cunt!!" I dashed into the back. Finding something revealing took no effort. I squeezed my tits into a tight fitting bustier and headed back out. "Chica! Hey chica! Four shots of Grey Goose," was called out to me. I rushed over to Sabrina and blurted the request to her. My tits jiggled. "Much better! Here, go," as she gave me the shots. I could feel the eyes on me now. All of the attention Sabrina had been getting, focused on me and my assets now. It was awkward and exhilarating all at once. "Your shots, sir," I beamed. "Damn, what is your name?" I was stumped. Two days ago I was someone completely different. I never even thought of calling myself by a different name. "Stefanie. You can call me Stef." "You like the new cutie??" Sabrina playfully quipped at me. "How could we not? You'll ALWAYS be number one in my heart though." "Never forget your first, huh?" "Damn right. She's always the best. Listen. What time are you two off?" "Baby, baby, baby, you know I'm here until closing. Same with Stef." "I can wait. I need a private show with my favorite girl. Maybe throw in some new blood." He smiled at me. "After last call. In the back, room three. Right, Stef?" I froze. Oh shit. Oh shit. Sabrina was asking me to fuck a guy with her. It was my first fucking day and I was being asked to fuck someone. "What do I fucking do?!?" kept ringing in my head. "Stef?!?" "I can't. Mr. Tedeschi needs to see me after I'm done tonight. First day and all." Sabrina was pissed. Fury eminated from her eyes. I shuffled away from her glare, my head down, before she could truly respond. I felt like she would kill me. The rest of the night went swimmingly. No more proposals but lots of staring. I came to understand that no one propositioned the bartenders. It was an unspoken rule that they were off limits, lest you interrupt the flow of booze. After hours was a different story. Sabrina raked in tons of cash after hours. They even started a separate shift for her and the other girls who wanted to stay. A nice skeleton crew of security and cock suckers. This was my place now. This was where I would be making my living. Serving drinks in skimpy outfits. The attention of hundreds of men on my body. Men who wanted to use me in every way possible. I didn't know what to make of it. I headed out, approaching my escort as they waited for me at the door. It was finally time to wrap up my first night. I got used to it. All of it. The drink making, the subtle ass grabs as I walked by. Even Sabrina's attitude. I came to enjoy dressing myself and the attention it gave me. I wasn't much for the makeup but Sabrina helped me there. "I can't work with a cunt that can't do eyeliner," she yelled at me after work once. She even showed me how to use tampons. Watching her stuff one into herself made me wet. Stuffing one into myself made me wetter. It wasn't bad at all. Almost fun sometimes. Very fun when I masturbated in front of a mirror. The bath tub doggy incident still freaked me out, so I limited my activity to the bedroom. Weeks went by. I had my own car again. A cute Mini Cooper Countryman. More freedom ensued as I was no longer escorted everywhere. I started making friends with some of the other girls. Turns out half of them were enemies of Mr. Tedeschi. Enemies or people he needed to disappear. Even Sabrina. She was the girlfriend of a business associate who ended up stealing from him. Not money, but his wife. Her boyfriend knocked his wife up. They both received the trafficking treatment. Doped up on heroin and sold as sex slaves. Last anyone heard they both were part of nightly beastiality shows, raped by German Shephards, horses, whatever. Sabrina was just like me. An unfortunate bystander that couldn't be ignored. So Mr. Tedeschi put her to work. She embraced it after what she saw him dish out what she considered a fitting punishment for her cheater boyfriend. She never really got passed that betrayal, hence her attitude. "Stef. Boss needs to see you," Sabrina called me. "What for? It's not because I was late yesterday, right?? I called him personally to make sure..." "No. Just go see him. Fuck, head out of your ass Stef" she interrupted. She smiled slyly. I felt a pit in my stomach. "Have fun, bitch." I looked at her puzzled. Something was definitely up. "What did I do?? I mean, I didn't fuck anything up. Did I?!?" My mind raced with questions as I shuffled down the hall, my heels clicking as I went. "Hi Mr. Tedeschi," I innocently let out as I peeked my head into his office. The door was open. "Come in, sweetheart. Close the door behind you and take a seat." I calmly walked in and sat on the plush leather chair. "You've been doing a great job here. Really. Customers love you. The other girls like you. The guys like you. I like you. I haven't had a decent Manhattan for years and then your tight ass came along. It's one of those things, I don't know, fate, that you came to my parking lot when we were dealing with Frankie." He sipped his drink. A Scotch that Sabrina always makes him. "But." Oh shit here it comes. I felt the pit grow. My mind raced. "Sabrina tells me you could be doing a bit more. A bit more to help her out and to help yourself out. Earn some more cash and even help the club out. That sounds like something you want to do, isn't it? Stefanie?" "Umm, yeah, of course it is. I always want to help out." The pit in my stomach felt bottomless now. It was more than obvious what Sabrina had been telling him. "Good, sweetheart. Good." He moved from his chair behind the desk. He walked out until he was in front of me then leaned back. His ass was resting on the wooden beast that held his paperwork and personal stash of liquor. I'm pretty sure there was a gun in there too somewhere. "When a customer asks about the very expensive, after hours shift, are you going to give them that pretty smile and gently let them down?" "Um.." "Sabrina does want the help. You are very good at politely offering an alternative she said. That's always appreciated....but not always fair. Right? So??" "Um..." "So will you be smiling and offering an alternative? Or maybe you'll be handling things yourself, hmm??" His hand was on my chin. "I'll smile." I paused unable to speak for a second. "I'll smile and handle things myself." "I knew you were a good one, sweetheart. Next time a customer asks, they're all yours. Sabrina's going to be grateful." I smiled weakly at him. "Fucking bitch," was all I could think. I moved to get up. "Sweetheart." His hand was on my shoulder pushing me back down. "This is a very big step. It's only fitting that I make sure you can handle things first. I need to see what you've got. Make sure our customers get what they're expecting. So..." He leaned back. "Show me" "Mr. Tedeschi, I..." His hand unzipped his trousers and stepped closer. I felt the urge to shove him out of the way and bolt. "RUN, RUN, RUN!!!" screamed in my head but it was already too late. I was face to face with his one eyed monster. His hand moved to the back of my head. "Fantastic. Way to hesitate. Now you're stuck you dumb bitch!!" my mind tormented me with. "Might as well pucker up now. You're gonna suck some dick" it followed with. I moved forward and opened my mouth, knowing I had no choice. His mushroom head passed my lips, pushing them apart as his girth slid in. A split second later it was on my tongue. Salty flesh. I could taste his pre-cum. Slippery semen cozying up to my tastebuds. My mouth closed around him, lips sealing my fate. The pit in my stomach was gone. Filled with semen, undoubtedly. Mr. Tedeschi withdrew his hand, certain that I didn't need encouragement. My suction started as I hollowed out my cheeks and gave him everything I had. I was more than aware I had soft DSLs for this express purpose. They formed the perfect coupling around a dick. I broke the bond, admiring the lipstick ring I made on his shaft. I sank lower, taking his balls into my mouth as my hands started to pump him. I was acting out of pure instinct and curiosity, the memories of a thousand porn films rattling in my head. He grabbed me and pulled me to my feet. He spun me around and shoved me over his desk. I was dizzy from the movement, unable to process what had happened until I felt my tits crushed against hardwood. My top was pushed up as I felt his hands invade my bra. He kneaded my E's and tugged on my nips. He pulled my hair roughly making my back into a crescent. My tits were exposed. It was the first time hands other than my own were on them. He was kissing my neck roughly, biting and sucking as he went. He spun me around again. His mouth latched onto my eraserheads. Both were in his clutches as his hands turned into vice grips. He sucked on them as if he'd be rewarded with milk. It was overwhelming. "Uggghhh. Feels..so....good..." "That's right, sweetheart. Always tell them how good they're making you feel." I was flipped again in another dizzying maneuver. His hand pushed me down, pinning me to his desk. His free hand found my wetness, pushing my panties aside. I was glad I wore a skirt as I felt him push into me. I felt his head part my lips and invade. He was big. He didn't move slowly. He forced himself into me, my walls stretching as quickly as they could to accommodate him. I felt his balls on my clit before he abruptly withdrew. His hands grabbed my hair and pulled, turning me back into a crescent. His assault began. He twisted his hand, wrapping my hair into his fist as he pistoned into my pussy. His other hand found itself latched onto my hip, gently caressing my ass cheek in appreciation of the softness and curves he found there. It was a surreal kind of duality. One soothing hand on my left, one aggressive on my right. "Ugh, ugh, ugh, Mr. T, ugh, ugh, ugh," I moaned like a pornstar. One who was genuinely enjoying her scene. My ass bounced to his thrusts. His left hand squeezing as he pushed on. His rhythm was picking up. He slapped my ass, hard and pulled out. His right hand, full of my hair, ripped me backwards while spinning me around. I found myself dizzy again as he started furiously jerking himself. "Oh shit. He's giving me a facial," I realized as I saw his monster pointed at me. I opened my mouth as wide as I could, just in time to catch the first sperm blast. A small portion hit my upper lip. The rest went right to my tongue. The second went to my forehead, veering wildly off course. I pushed forward, fighting his strength to close the distance to his cock. The last few spurts went right into me with the last hitting my chin. He let my hair fall out of his grip as he backed away from me. He pulled his pants back up and zipped himself away. "Don't forget. If Sabrina needs help.." "I know, Mr. Tedeschi. I won't let you down. Thank you." "I thanked him. I actually thanked him" ran through my head as I adjusted my panties and tucked my tits back into my bra. "I can't believe this just happened," I thought as I teetered out of his office, wiping his cum from my chin and forehead and laying it on my tongue. My legs were wobbly. I made it safely to the bar, just barely. Sabrina was waiting. "Hmm, so was he mad about you being late?" she shot at me. "He does take punctuality seriously." She gulped down a shot then poured me one. I politely declined. "Don't be a cunt. Come on, forget your no alcohol, good girl bullshit. It'll wash the taste of cock out of your mouth," she sneered. I begrudgingly drank it. "Welcome to the club. You managed to go two weeks more than the rest of us. He usually fucks you the day you start working for him. He's not an asshole....he just takes advantage. Can't blame him with all this pussy around." She smiled softly. It was the first time she felt sincere. I felt like I was finally accepted by her. "You have cum in your hair. Clean up before the crowd picks up." "Fuck...okay, sorry. Should've gone to the bathroom to check first." I slinked away to the ladies room. I stared at myself for a second as I scooped his goo from my hair. "If there wasn't hair in you, I'd eat you up," I explained to my captive sperm. I washed my face completely then redid my makeup before heading back out. The crowd doubled in size, so I set out to work. Sabrina and I cleaned up nicely. We didn't get any late shift requests so we were just winding down after Last Call. "He records it all you know." "Who?" "Mr. Tedeschi. He has cameras everywhere in his office. Every time he fucks a bitch, he tapes it. He has these viewing parties with his associates and friends. They play the tapes while girls suck them off." "How do you know?" "Are you kidding? I'm on dozens of tapes. And I'm the one usually doing the sucking. Their favorite is the one where they fuck my ass for the first time. They love the "Surprise! Anal!" face I made." "When do they do these viewings?" "You want to go? Slut." She laughed. "They're random. Next time they have one planned I'll suggest you." I couldn't believe I just volunteered to be part of a blow bang. What was I doing... "He's got new material now...you know....you. Chances are they'll have one soon." "Awesome," I said enthusiastically. Genuinely enthusiastically. I was scaring myself. "Ladies!" Mr. Tedeschi called from across the club. He was walking right towards us. The place was empty now. "Glad to see my two favorites sticking around to close up. Sabrina, you're locking up, right?" "Of course. Just waiting on the clock" "Don't worry about it. Head on out now. And listen. Some of the guys are coming by tomorrow for a movie night. Make sure you stay free." Her smile beamed. "Yeah, will do. Hey....Stef has been doing a great job, right? Really turned things around today. If it's a big party, maybe we could use her help?" "Oh. That I like. That I like a lot. Stef, tomorrow night. You'll like these movies." "Sure thing. I'll keep myself free." I started to head for the door with Sabrina. "Sweetheart!" We both turned around. "Sabrina will tell you about movie night tomorrow. Turns out I need help in the office right now." "You mean me?" I quizzed. "Come on Stef, I need to look at some more of your figures. Payroll stuff." "Accounting? Sure. I'm always looking to help out in new ways." Sabrina rolled her eyes, then mouthed: "Slut" We leisurely strolled back to his office. His hand never leaving my back. It felt good. He lowered it as we turned a corner then slid it up my skirt. He was cupping my ass cheek now. That felt even better. We crossed the threshold into his office. He let his inner animal out. He lifted me by the hips and threw me to his desk, bending me over as he plunged his hard on into me for the second time today. His hands grabbed as much of my cheeks as they could as he shoved more and more of his meat into me. He pounded me for a minute before I was lifted up again, his cock still buried inside me. He carried me to the opposite side of the room before throwing me down onto his couch. I was spun around again, forced to meet his gaze as he withdrew from me. His hand squeezed my tit through my top before he ripped it free of my bra. His fondling kept me distracted as he repositioned his cock. His tip was now resting at my asshole. "Mr. Tedeschi?" I quizzed. He started gently pushing in. "Mr. Tedeschi. Wait." My ass was relenting as his steady pressure built. "Mr. Tedeschi. That's. Mr. Tedeschi. You're going...UGH....Mr. T... you're." My hole opened up to him. His cock knew the password. It practiced the secret handshake. It had a very convincing fake ID. It wasn't going to be stopped. "Mr. T....you're in my ass! You're...up....my ass! UGHHHHH!!!!" I winced. My face scrunched up as he pushed into me. "Ugggghhhhh! UGH!!!! My ass is so fucking full. Mr. T" He pushed down on my mound, ensuring that he bottomed out in me before withdrawing. He slammed back in immediately after his cockhead popped out of my balloon knot. He wasn't giving me any reprieve. I stared into his eyes as he took me. My virgin ass welcomed him in. It bounced in delight with each push. "UUGGHH!! In...my...ass...fuck...Mr. T...fucking....fuck...my ass...UUGH, UGHH, UGGGHH!!" He grabbed my hair and pulled me up as we switched places. He sat arrogantly on the couch, cock standing at attention. I knew what he wanted. He wanted me to ride him. I climbed on top of him, savoring the feeling of his rock hard cock against my mound. I lifted myself up to guide him back into my hole. Just as I felt his head touch my asshole, he grabbed my shoulder and shoved as hard as he could. He was balls deep in my ass again. "UUUUGGGGHHH!!!" I winced once more. I started to ride that dick as fast as i could. After this morning and how he acted as soon as we got into his office, it was obvious he wasn't a man that liked to waste time. He wanted me to give him everything he had. So I did. I bounced up and down on his meat at a rate that should've broken the sound barrier. I felt like my ass was being split open but I never waivered. I rode and rode before his instincts took over and I found myself flung onto the floor. I was down on my knees, doggy style. I wiggled my ass for a second. Only for a second as Mr. Tedeschi plowed into me again. My cheeks bounced, cushioning his blows. He grabbed my hair again and pulled me into my familiar arch. This was it. He had taken every hole I could offer. He owned me and knew it. He knew that I knew it. He saw it in my eyes as his cock spewed its load into my depths. He stayed there for a minute, savoring it all. His cock softening as my asshole hugged it, still clinging to its invader. "Movie night. Tomorrow. Don't forget," he finally spoke. He grabbed my tit and squeezed the nipple before dismounting me. "Go home." I straightened myself out as I attempted to walk out. I was wobbling again. After steadying myself on anything I could find, I managed to reach my car, collect myself and drive home. "What a day," I thought aloud as I stripped for a nice hot bubble bath. One that was well earned. I didn't avert my eyes when I glanced at any of the mirrors now. Other than for dressing myself, I barely looked at them before tonight. Now I couldn't help but stare. I kept questioning if that was really me that looked back. Was I really the chick that took her boss' dick into her mouth? Did I let him plow my pussy? Did I get my ass reamed? I nodded as I cupped my tits, excited about the dick that would be waiting for me tomorrow. It was time to embrace the new me. Fuck this doubt. Fuck this questioning. I was a hot bitch, end of story. I dried myself off before heading to bed and relaxing a bit. My usual tshirt/thong combo comforted me. The next morning I ended up letting myself sleep in a little late. I didn't have to be at the club for hours, so a couple of minutes of extra sleep didn't hurt anyone. After I felt fully awake, I jumped out of bed and got ready. "Today is going to be interesting" I kept thinking. I slipped into some black leggings, heels and a cleavage bearing corset top. I wanted to keep the focus on my upper body today since I was expecting to be on my knees for an hour or two. The leggings were basically yoga pants that highlighted my ass. Loved them. They were easy enough to pull down if they found themselves in desperate need of more holes to fill. After I did my makeup, I headed out. I grabbed a quick bite before heading to the club. Setting up for the night was something I started to enjoy. It gave me time to really talk with the girls and guys there. Sabrina never arrived until it was time for her prime time shift. I always handled the early stuff. It livened up quickly enough. Before I knew it, Sabrina showed up and was in full swing. She disappeared just as the peak hours hit. I kept scouring the room for her, worried about the lack of help I had. She sprung out of nowhere after an hour or so with a massive grin on her face. "Fifteen guys tonight. They're closing early, so you know they're VIPs. We're screening my latest and greatest....as well as yours." She put on a fake, high pitched voice and blurted out, "OHHH, Mr. T! You're fucking my ass!!" as she laughed at me. "Awesome," I retorted. No sarcasm present in my voice. I felt somewhat proud. "The guys are going to eat you up." The night didn't slow down at all. Quite the opposite. Before I knew it, it was closing time and I was ushering the VIPs into Mr. Tedeschi's viewing room upstairs. Every single guy that followed me there couldn't resist the urge to put his hand on my ass and rest it there as we walked to their seat. The playful slaps felt nice as my ass jiggled from the impacts. Sabrina was already serving them drinks as the first movie started. It was mine. My first blowjob. My first pussy pounding. The guys eyed me up and down as I brought them their booze, bending over and pushing my tits into their view. "Sugar tits," one called me. I knew it was me since Sabrina was still getting the last few drinks downstairs. "You make a helluva Manhattan. Tony was right about you." I smiled with pride. I looked over at Mr. Tedeschi, waiting for him to signal when it was okay for me to start what I had come for. He nodded. I moved into position. The chairs were arranged in a half circle in front of the screen. Sabrina and I were meant to start at the ends and work our way to the center. I watched their pants tent. All of them. They were seeing me get my first facial. I saw quite a few smiles as they saw me defiantly move my mouth into position to get more of Mr. Tedeschi's cum on my tongue instead of letting him just unload randomly on my face. "Whore likes the taste. Got a winner there." I got up and walked over to him. Conveniently, he was the first one in line on my side of the row. Sabrina had already started working on the guy on the other side. My man was ready.....so was I. I slowly undid his pants and pulled his hard on out. I opened my DSL's and let him sink into me. "MMMMMM," I cooed as I began bobbing on his prick. "MMMM," my suction increased. "MMMMMMMM," as he blew his load. I licked him clean before moving on to the next guy. He immediately snapped his fingers at me and pointed to his crotch. I dropped to my knees in front of him and went to work. I reached behind myself and unclasped my corset, setting my girls free. His hand grabbed the back of my head as he slipped between my lips. It took some quick thinking to make sure my teeth didn't scratch him. Luckily, I had some very fuckable and soft lips to guide him in safely. "MMMMMM," as I was skull fucked. They were starting to get antsy. Sabrina was on her second cock too. He was letting her do her thing. Work at her own pace. I could see the movie had changed to Sabrina's first anal plowing. They were riveted as Mr. Tedeschi snuck it into her. He spread her cheeks wide for the camera as he split her open. I ended up washing down another dozen spurts of cum from my face fucker before her anal debut was done. She took a great facial in it. On to VIP number three! He had pulled himself out already, eagerly awaiting my oral assault. His hand slid to the back of my neck as I opened wide for him. "MMMMMMM," I savored my third penis for the night. He was a quick one. Just a minute of bobbing and the back of my throat was coated with white goo. I swallowed his generous donation to the expanding protein deposit in my stomach, licked his tip then moved on to number four just as my own anal debut started playing. I desperately wanted one of these guys to just grab me, rip down my pants and bury themselves in my ass. Sabrina's recounting of how they did it to her made me jealous. It seemed everyone was playing nice tonight though, just suck and tugs for all. I heard my cinematic self grunt my familiar "UUUGGGHHH" just as number four unburdened his balls of all their man milk. I turned to watch as much as I could while I sucked off number five. My anal face was cute. Scrunched up, half in pain, half in pleasure. I still clung to the hope I'd be making it again tonight. .....No such luck. I made it to number seven, Sabrina took on the extra dick for eight, and not a single anal plower in the bunch. "Woe is me," I thought as I gobbled down seven's baby batter. Sucking that much cock was amazing, don't get me wrong, I just needed attention of my own. As they all zipped up and headed out, Sabrina and I set about cleaning up. The guys were pretty neat. No one decided to pull out and blast our faces, though I think that had more to do with respecting the theatre they were in. What guy wants to sit in a chair they know is covered in some other dudes cum. I probably would have licked the seats clean if they hadn't been so tidy. I had never felt so horny and worn out in my life. I had billions of sperm swimming in me. Billions easily. I felt like these guys had been saving their loads for weeks in preparation of this little get together. After collecting the bottles and glasses, we headed back downstairs. I didn't bother putting my top back on, my tits bouncing everywhere as we went. I ended up passing a few of the security guys who hadn't clocked out yet. They're eyes practically popped out of their heads. Up until now, no one other than Mr. Tedeschi and Sabrina had seen me naked. I half wished they'd just rush me and gang bang me in the hall. I knew it'd never happen though. Not in Mr. Tedeschi's club. VIPS could do it if they paid enough, but not our own people. "I'm so tired," I yawned. "You okay to make it home, sweetheart?" Mr. Tedeschi asked with concern. "I think so. Just need to stretch, maybe get something with caffeine." "No, No, No. If you're not up to it sweet cheeks, you and Sabrina can sleep on the couch in my office." "Ummm....yeah, sure. I could catch a quick nap and run home later." Sabrina chimed in, "I'm good. I need sleep but I'm not tired yet, I'll be fine." "If you change your mind, just join sweet cheeks, got it. Here. Your cut. Good work in there. I liked the enthusiasm." He just handed me three thousand dollars in cash as if it were nothing. "Oh my....are you kidding? Holy shit..." "That's just to start. Word of mouth gets out...some of the other guys request you....your cut goes up" he said as he handed Sabrina a much bigger roll of cash. She beamed at him. "Sleep tight you two" he offered as he headed out the door. Sabrina was still smiling. "Cya tomorrow, bitch." I shuffled into the back, down the oddly quiet hallway and invaded Mr. Tedeschi's office. It didn't take me long to pass out on his couch. Who knew sucking all of that dick could wear a girl out that much. I woke up to the sound of Mr. Tedeschi coming in the next morning. Apparently he leaves late and starts early. He didn't say a word. He just walked over to me, grabbed my legs and yanked me down so I was in a doggy style position. "Spread your cheeks," the silence was broken. I obliged and pulled ass cheeks apart. He pushed my head to the floor and guided himself to my entrance. "Fuck yes, I need this," my mind raced. He was going for the ass again. I guess he liked the ultra tight fit. He let himself in, slowly pushing just like he had before. "UUGGGHH!! It's....fuck...Mr. Tedeschi..." I moaned as the door swung open. "Mr. Tedeschi, I was wondering...... Oh....shit....I'm sorry." "UGHHH.....your'e splitting....my....ass!!" He looked at our intruder. Gracie. She started working for us about two weeks ago. A fiery redhead that was part of the talent. I ended up staring at her more than a few times when she hit the stage. She was incredible and now she was watching me get assfucked. "Close the door! Sit on the desk!" "UGH, UGH, UGH, UGH," I let out as his pounding picked up. His rhythm was intense. Gracie just stared at me, unsure of what she'd gotten herself into. As far as I knew, she wasn't working the back rooms. As far as anyone other than Sabrina knew, I wasn't working the back rooms either. I hadn't had a chance to work the super late shift yet. "FUCK...UGH, UGH, UGH!!" The door swung open again. "Got started without me?" came a new, male voice. I didn't recognize him. I saw Gracie's focus shift to the new guy. "Start with her," he said, pointing at Gracie. "Where's your friend?" "Coming, he wanted a quick drink first. He's trying to find a beer." And just like that, his companion appeared. "Woah. What the fuck....damn. Which is the chick you were telling us about, Tony?" "UGH, UGH, UGH, UGH!" I seemed to answer for them. Mr. Tedeschi kept plowing me. "Suck him off, Gracie. You can plug this bitch's mouth. When I'm done, her ass is yours." "Fucking fantastic!" he yelled as I saw Gracie maneuvering off the desk. You could see the apprehension in her movement. She clearly hadn't been doing any back room work. It took her a few strokes of his meat before she took his head into her mouth. I watched intently before my view was obscured by the appendage in front of me. I opened wide and accepted the sausage. They fucked me in unison. Both dicks pushing as far as they could into my holes simultaneously. I could see Gracie watching me now. She was bent over the desk getting her own doggy styled pounding. Her ass looked amazing as it bounced to his thrusts. I hoped she was thinking the same about mine. I had fantasized about her a few times before, wondering what it'd be like to have her sit on my face. I never really thought I'd be sharing a fuck session so soon with her though. We barely knew each other afterall. "MMPH UGH, MMMPH, UGH, MMPH," I squealed out, my mouth still stuffed, my ass still full. "Come here!" Mr. Tedeschi pulled out of me, flipped me around and blasted my face with cum. His friend joined shortly after while I saw Gracie whipped onto her knees. "Stripper's first facial," I thought. "Just going to be the first of many now." "Finish up, I have things to do," Mr. Tedeschi barked. Before I realized it, Mr. Tedeschi's friend had me back on my knees, doggy style. His cock already stretching my balloon knot. "FUUUUCCCKKKK!!!" I let out as he rammed in. He grabbed my hips and pulled me onto him. He didn't bother wasting time and just slammed away. "WAIT...OOOOOOO.....FUU...OOOOO," Gracie screamed. Guess her ass cherry was popped too. Her guy slammed into her just as hard as mine. Both of our asses bounced so deliciously from the force. It was a shame it was over in ten minutes. Their cocks unloading inside of us both. At this point, I actually wanted a count of how much sperm was swimming inside of me. I wasn't sure it would be possible to find a number high enough. The guys withdrew and left, unceremoniously. Gracie looked confused as a I scooped the cum off my face and swallowed it. "Hey, I'm going home to grab a shower. It's a three minute drive from here. Want to come?" I offered. She smiled and declined. "No thanks, I'm okay" "No problem. See you later," I beamed as a pranced out, grabbing my top and refastening it. "I can't believe what I've done in the last three days. Holy shit...I'm a completely different person," I thought proudly. The next week or so was a little less eventful in comparison. I ended up doing two late shifts but nothing special. Gracie and I ended up bonding over our shared morning. Turns out she was like me. She was turned by Mr. Tedeschi. She had an outstanding gambling debt that was neglected for months. She was working it off for the rest of her life now. The initial shock of sucking cock passed quickly. Not as quickly as it did for me, though she did adjust nicely. And I suppose that leads us back to where we started. In a store, a week or two later, picking out tops for what I'm hoping will be a hell of a vacation. Mr. Tedeschi was happy to let us take a reprieve for a few days. He likes to keep his top earners happy, afterall. The club wouldn't be the same without Sabrina and me mixing drinks, but they'd manage for a few nights. Besides, we had another movie night coming up. He expected at least double the men to show up. He wanted us rested and ready. The thought lingered in my head as I bought my bikini and headed home.