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Comic Con Con By Jena Corso Edited by Angela Meyers Chapter 6 "So, they loved you dude," Henry yelled as they got back to Melissa's dressing area. "Dude?" laughed Melissa. "Seriously?" "I mean Selina, right? That was her name, or Natasha, or Cat bitch, or who gives a shit!" said downing some champagne. "I'll call you anything you want, and I could almost kiss you right on the lips." "Stay out of my territory, baldie," said Melissa, kissing Benny. "It's fine. He's not my type," said Benny, kissing her back more deeply. "I didn't think so." Melissa winked at Benny before turning toward Henry. "Now let's get you changed, and fellas there are two girls on their way up to see me, so just send them back here when they get here." "Change already! You just told me how good in black I look, and this girl is still on a high. Let's celebrate a little first," said Benny, taking a champagne glass. "Plus, maybe the deal is we'll stick with Natasha when I'm like this ok, guys? Especially with all those business dudes around who address me as Natasha anyway? I'm kind of used to it now." "And then Natasha it is, you sexy bitch." Henry downed another big gulp. "But let's just get the contract signed now that this is over. You're the only one left to sign, and from the looks of things, those stiff suits even seemed to hit it off with you after the show." "Yeah, well they asked for much more of a commitment to Natasha than you guys let on," said Benny, taking off the mask. "Were you going to mention that?" "Oh yeah," said Henry. "We were going to discuss all that now. Right guys?" "Yeah, definitely," said Sal, shrugging his shoulders. "Yeah I bet you were?" said Benny, sarcastically downing his bubbly. "After speaking to them and my agent, you can relax. I'm gonna try it just with some changes. Especially the money." "The money is no problem, we're gonna make so much more," Henry explained. "Remember they're going to pay us double if you're willing to play the role on stage, and they do want Natasha to do a few other little things. Wait, what agent? We don't have an "No you don't, but Melissa does, and now I'm using him too," said Benny. "Plus relax... I agreed to do the stupid other things like a video, promotional shoot and the other shit you forgot to mention as well, right?" "Oh those are just standard things for bands," said Henry, backpedaling. "Press and marketing type shit." "Yeah with me spread eagle on the hood of a corvette or naked in a tub covered in only bubbles," Joked Benny. "I always sing like that, and I'm sure they want the whole band in those shots to market us, right?" "Well, sex sells, right?" replied Sal. "Of course it does," said Henry. "It's just about the money side of the business." "Exactly!...Now back to the money. Did you even read the revisions?" said Benny, with a grin. "You assholes got us a little raise, but as you can imagine I'm already good at getting us big raises. In fact much bigger raises, especially out of certain men." "Yes, I've still got mine from before Catwoman," joked Sal. "But I already got us double, and it's a monthly guarantee," Henry told them. "Which is barely a raise in pay, idiot? Getting double is great, but it turns out to be less per gig, because we have to do so many more gigs now to make it," Benny explained. "You were never the greatest negotiator." "It's still more," Henry replied. "What did you think we could get already?" "Well moron, I got triple our entire gig fees, plus a minimum monthly stipend on top of that," said Benny, tossing the agreement to Henry. "That equates to way more than you got us. In fact, that amounts to more than double what you think you already doubled." "Holy shit," said Henry, looking down at the new deal. "You did?" "Damn, you are even sexier than I thought!" Sal downed another drink. "Melissa, you might need to share a little more than you think." "Bullshit, I will," laughed Melissa. "Wait, what's that split shit?" said Henry, reading further. "Well you see, I'm the boss now, and I'm taking 51%, and you guys will get 49%. Think about we used to get two grand a gig, and that was $400 each, and in this new arrangement you guys will get $1000 each. I got you more than the double you even asked for," said Benny with a smile. "Fuck you, that's bullshit," yelled Henry. "That mean's you're taking half for yourself. No deal." "No problem then, I'm out and you stupid fucks will get zero! Call our agent, Melissa, and tell him I'll talk to him right after I change," said Benny, shrugging his shoulder. "Tell him I'm ready to do it!" "You'll do what?" asked Henry, surprised. "You're out?" "I'll sign and move on," said Benny. "They're willing to sign Natasha as a solo act, but I'm rather loyal to the band even though you assholes tried fucking me over, and trust me I've already been fucked every which way you can think of!.... But guess what...This pussy has still got quite a few lives left, and I can take it!" "Sorry if we're interrupting, but we're here for Melissa and Natasha?" said a girl poking in her head with another girl, holding some shopping bags. "Over here, Melanie," said Benny, waving to her. "Oh sorry," said Melanie. "I barely recognized you? Wow, honey?" "And how cute do you two look with your chic pixies, ladies?" said Melissa, poking out her head. "Yeah," snarled Lori, seeing the guys checking them out. "Don't we?" "Girls, let's all come back here while we all change, and let the boys chat amongst themselves," said Melissa, waving them back. "It seems they need a minute to discuss some business." As Benny went inside with Melissa to change out of his costume, the guys argued and screamed for five minutes, until quickly it was settled. "Benny, please don't make that call," yelled Henry, knocking on the door. "We discussed it and we all signed the deal. You're right, and it's a lot more money that we just can't pass up." "Please do me a favor and plug in the curling iron over there, Henry," said Benny, yelling back out. "Uuumm sure, but Benny, did you hear what I said?" Henry said again through the door. "Yeah and I'll be out in a minute," said Benny. "I'm getting ready, and i'm on the phone with my agent." "Seriously? I thought you'd be getting out of all this shit, and we'd all go out and celebrate," said Henry. "The next gig wouldn't be for two weeks, and in LA. You're telling him you're sticking with the band and no solo stuff, right?" "Please just plug it in and shut up! I'm working on shit and really, none of it matters anymore," said Benny, poking out his head with a tooth brush in his mouth, in his bathrobe looking over, seeing it plugged in. "I doubt any of you could care less if you saw me as Benny again, so let's just stick with Natasha when you're addressing me, like we talked about already." "Not true, but ok?" gulped Henry, getting nervous. "Damn," said Sal, nudging Kenny. "Did you see the bodies on those girls?" said Kenny. "You think he'll be out with three chicks this time tonight?" "Easy!" whispered Henry to the other guys before yelling through the door again. "So I'm assuming you're going out with Melissa again, and those other girls?" "Yeah later, but first I've got do something," said Benny. "Melissa said there's an extension cord that's under the table, so once the green light comes on, can you unplug it, extend the cord and then hand it in?" "Uuum yeah?" Henry replied as he added the extension cord and Benny cracked open the door, holding out his hand taking the curling iron. "But what about the agent... you?" "If you must know, I did get hired to do some solo work," said Benny, opening the door again. "Hand me that container with all those clips over there please." "But we signed it! What bullshit!" yelled Henry. "I thought you said you were loyal to the band and not doing that crap if we agreed." "Please, Natasha," said Sal. "Don't let Henry fuck with your head. We're on board with you." "I'm loyal, morons," said Benny as Melissa cracked open the door further, as they could see her inside brushing his hair. "Ouucchh Meliss!" "Oh please?" said Melissa, reaching out her hand. "Guys, hand in the pointy silver scissor on the vanity please." "Here," said Henry, handing it through. "Loyal? You're barely a chick and already making no sense." "Probably."Benny replied as Melissa took it and closed the door before she tugged hard. "Easy Meliss! So tight!.... Sorry, thing is guys, this solo work doesn't involve singing but pays unbelievable. It is performing though, but not something I want you guys around for. It's already uncomfortable enough." "I don't get it," said Henry. "We're supposed to be close. A band is like family!" "On the table near the nail station," said Melissa, peeking out her head. "Hand me those bows please, and maybe you'll understand in a minute." "Let's put a bow on this whole night," said Sal, handing them through the door to Melissa. "I'm fucking shot just trying to understand what the hell is happening?" "Please! One more second and we can put a bow on everything," said Benny as they waited, confused, hearing nothing but some trimming before Benny was whining. "Melissa! Don't go too short, right?" "Shush and stop fidgeting! A little shorter is more precious, and you need to look as cute as possible! Please! This is not even up for discussion," said Melissa as they heard a few snips. "Now close your eyes and don't give me a hard time, even for another second." "Sorry," said Benny as they heard more trimming and then it was silent for about thirty seconds. "And there! Now how cute is that?" said Melissa, finally opening the door. "Finish your curl young lady, and just come out because it's rude that you keep them waiting like this. The other girls will be ready in a minute and then we can all get out of here." "So you guys all signed it?" said Benny, stepping half way out with the curling iron wrapped into his hair. "Yeah," sighed Henry, confused, looking over at him. "You mind bringing it over, because the wire doesn't reach that far and I can't move until it's baked in," said Benny, holding the iron tightly wound in his hair. "Melissa is torturing me that these are supposed to be tight, and I'm kind of a trainee at this stuff." "Uuumm sure?" said Henry, bringing over the agreement. "Flip it and let me see, then just hand me the pen, please," said Benny, looking at the timer, holding the curling iron tightly in place. "Ok perfect." "Yeah," said Henry, a bit miffed as the Benny was chomping on his gum, blowing bubbles while he checked everything and then signed. "Ok then," Benny heard a ding, pulling out the curling wand and then shaking his hairspray can, spraying the curl. "How does it look guys?" "You're really asking us?" Henry replied as Benny was shaking his hairspray over the curls. "I think that's Natasha," said Melissa, coming over, taking the agreement and glancing down at the signatures before sending it through the fax machine. "Of course I'm asking? So is this cute on me or what?" Benny was looking for a reaction from them ,as it was like they couldn't believe their eyes. Gone was the fierce Avenger or sexy feline, instead their leader posed, getting no response,swinging his pigtails. When the fax machine buzzed that the document had finished transmitting, Melissa took the agreement from the bottom of the fax and put it in her purse. "Guys?" said Benny with a smirk, acting the role. "You think my bangs are short enough, or should I curl them a little shorter? Melissa already shortened them quite a bit, and I'm freaking a little already." "Oh stop. They're just above your brows now, and adorable," said Melissa, handing him a tube of pink shiny gloss. "Nothing wrong with my girl not being cute as a cupcake when she gets a break from being the nasty stage diva." "Still no comment, boys?" Benny asked, unscrewing the little applicator and recoating his lips in pink before taking off his robe. "How about now? Maybe the outfit can get a rise out of you?" It was like their jaws all dropped in unison as he tossed away the robe. Their buddy, their lead singer, their stage diva, now stunned them even further as he posed in an outfit they could have never imagined him in. Across his forehead sat short bangs just above his arched brows, and behind them swung high pigtails. Big white bow tie bows above a navy accent ribbon held them daintily in place, and beneath the pretty decorative bow, each pigtail on either side had been curled into a singular ringlet, springy coil. His makeup seemed so soft and natural, with soft pink blushed cheeks and cherry blossom pink eyeshadow, as gone were his dark eyeliner and catlike eyes. Thick flirty lashes though still fanned out divinely and softly sparkled, as the highlight of his face were his bubble gum pink glossed lips. With his coat off, his buddies were no longer witnessing the sensual singer they had deceived him into portraying, instead now an even more shocking stage performer stood before them.They couldn't believe the sight of Benny in a white skimpy sailor suit and big ruffled panties, looking young, innocent and suggestive. It was impossible not be caught up in his tight white girlie sailor suit with his skirt much too short, and in heels much too high. Around his neck and across his shoulders was a large square white collar with two navy stripes, and a small navy silk bow hung tied in the center. At the outside, the same navy blue detail graced the edges of the short sleeves, and the beneath it a few round navy buttons sat at the middle of the dress. Around his waist was a thin navy sash which acted like a thin belt, and then a pleated white skirt with two navy stripes at the hem barely fell a few inches onto his thighs. The suggestive short skirt exposed his white ruffled panties, and when lifted, the edge of his auburn pubes peeked out. With his smooth legs exposed down to his white ruffled ankles socks, he stood in navy five inch round toed pumps with a single strap across the ankle. He was a navy brat in every sense of the word, as his jail bate sailor slut appearance would turn every head. "Ouuuhhh! I just love.. love.. love cherry!" squeeled Benny, unwrapping a lollipop, sticking it in his mouth. "Don't you fellas? But you know from what I saw on the video, you guys seem more the pink bubble gum types, right?" "Video?" choked Sal. "You know, high as I was, not recognizing any familiar faces, obviously you assholes were even more hammered I guess," said Benny, sliding the lollipop around his lips. "Remember the video you showed me?" "No way?" gulped Sal. "You're talking about the girl?... in the..?" "But we were in a..." Henry stared in shock at their friend. "That couldn't have been you?" "In the pink outfit?" Benny replied, looking down and then gathering himself. "It wasn't my choice or Melissa's, but she says it was adorable on me." "It was," said Melanie, raising her hand. "Guilty as the fashion coordinator." "Yeah well.. a lot of shit happened that was fucked up this weekend but..." Benny said. "Natasha....." interrupted Melissa, stepping out in a red devilish outfit. "Sorry." Benny corrected his tone and twisted one of his pigtails nervously, knowing his role. "But this outfit is just as cute on me, right?" "Much better," nodded Melissa, giving him a stern look. "And mind your curls, please." "Sorry again," said Benny, softly biting his lip and half looking up at Kenny. "So then, let's not let anything get uncomfortable between us, ok? "But you?" Kenny grabbed his stomach. "We..?" "Shared a little lick here and there," said Benny, walking by John, taking his lollipop and sticking it in John's mouth as he softly touched his face. "Sure. We shared a little spit." "Uuugghh!" sighed John, stunned. "And could I have blown more than a few bubbles?" Benny asked, popping a bubble in Kenny's face before sticking his gum in Kenny's mouth. "Huumm? Don't think so we'll all have to chew on that?" "Holy crap!" Mumbled Kenny, grabbing his balls as his mind raced. "No...I... Please tell me that didn't happen, right?" "Well we do know from the video that someone does love the bubble gum gloss even more than I do," said Benny, unscrewing his applicator and rubbing the gloss on Henry's lips before softly pressing his lips against his, kissing it off. "Mmmmah! So obviously we can't gloss over this anymore? Right, good buddy?" "Stop! What the fuck!" cried Henry, wiping his mouth instantly. "I'm going to puke!" "I doubt it, and there's no doubt that you love the gingers? Don't you Sal?" said Benny, sliding his hand over his tented crotch and then turning, rubbing his ass softly against his crotch. "Natasha please!" cried Sal, mortified as Benny spun around and sat on his lap with his legs around him and wrapped his wrists behind his head. "Oh please! We're all way beyond begging now, so consider that a freebie, and I just saved you fifty bucks," smiled Benny, pressing down a few times and gyrating. "Because this has been a sticky situation for me too, and now everything's out in the open, so let's all just move on?" "Oh crap," Sal moaned as Benny glided his fingers right through his hair before pressing down hard with his ass. "No...nnnnnnooooo." "You are paying for that to be dry cleaned, you pig," laughed Melissa as Benny got off. "No problem," gulped Sal, never more embarrassed. "So much for saving the fifty." "Good, it's been a fucked up weekend, and this girl's gotta get to work," said Benny, flicking his wrist. "If you read the contract, then you know it allows for me to do solo in between our gigs, and this money is impossible to pass up." "But you're saying your solo act is to be a stripper?" John asked, extremely bothered. "The jail bait skank at the strip club?!" "Hey, she may look young and pretty, but that's just great genetics, and she's no stripper," smiled Melissa. "Underneath, there's still a lot silicon and rubber that's quite deceiving to you fellas, and she strips off nothing." "It's ok, Melissa," said Benny. "I'm an exotic dancer, and you guys didn't seem to mind before, did you?" "Please don't bring that up ever again?" moaned John. "Fine, I won't if you guys won't," said Benny, looking right at John's tented pants. "But something tells me I'm not so sure you guys will be able to live up to that promise." "It's time Natasha, and I like this one, Melissa," said Melanie, coming out in a long blonde wig. "Fine, but did you two have to pick the most expensive stuff I had? I feel bad about what I did, but not that bad?" said Melissa, shaking her head. "The pixies were fine for you bitches." "Meliss?" Benny interrupted. "Alright? You're too freaking nice Natasha?" said Melissa, rolling her eyes and looking at Melanie. "Now go pull your car around, because I can't take her on my bike in white, or she'll be filthy, plus the helmet would destroy her pigtails. Now hurry your skank asses up and we'll be right out. Those wigs are a grand each wholesale, and that's my cost." "Honey, I'll handle that. We discussed it," said Benny, kissing Melissa and then looking at his band mates. "I'm doing five sets at a grand a set, plus tips, and I'm not expecting you guys to understand, but if I dance for a few months between gigs out here, then I'll be able to afford everything to help us. Everything we'll need." "What do we need, except a good shrink?" said Henry, confused, feeling ill and holding his stomach. "I made out with my singer and band mate." "Yeah, well maybe just avoid the club when I'm dancing then," laughed Benny, making a kissy face. "But being Natasha is expensive, and I need an entire wardrobe. Plus I need training to perfect her movements and dance, and who knows how far I need to go to invest in her." "Wait, does that mean you're going full time as a girl?" Sal held out his hands like two big boobs. "Are you getting big implants?" "Slow way the fuck down sailor, and whatever I do it's not coming out of your share of the money," said Benny, lifting his chin, shaking his pigtails back and forth at him. "You boys just worry about packing up and getting us ready for LA." "I guess that means you won't be helping anymore, and who's going to make sure you show up," said Henry, annoyed. "What's to say you're not going to be off with some guy or hammered again! You sure we won't need to keep tabs on you while you might be getting your tits done." "You guys have no fucking idea!" spouted Melissa, getting angry as Benny stopped her. "She's ..." "It's ok Meliss-. He's right, and being the girl in the group, I won't be helping the big strong Avengers load the truck anymore, or set up all the equipment. I could break a nail," said Benny with a grin, holding out his hands, looking down at his pretty nails. "But even after touching your sweet manly grubby lips and whatever the hell else.. I feel nothing? So.... just so you know, I still like girls, and I didn't say anything about getting big tits." "Damnnnnnn," Sal replied with his eyes widening. "Benny's a.. I mean Natasha's a lesbo. Either way, that's so freakin' hot." "Yes it is," grinned Melissa. "Yup, that's me then these days, and of course of the lipstick variety. I'm not into the butch thing, or any fellas with the exception of the occasional snake Melissa brings home," Winked Benny at Melissa. "And don't worry, I'll be in LA with my tramp stamp showing, ready to rock like the vixen you conned me into becoming. Now I've got to get working if that's ok with all my concerned boyfriends?" "Ok then?" said Kenny, throwing up his hands. "I guess I'm good." "Me too," said Sal. "Yeah, I guess," nodded Henry. "Excellent, then if I don't see you again before you leave, then text me the new chick songs you want me to practice and I'll see you guys out there next week," said Benny, walking towards the door with the other girls. "Ok, be careful and make some money, jail bait," teased Kenny, rolling his eyes. "We certainly could use a new truck!" "Oh, I will and if you do stay another night, don't wait up!" said Benny, blowing a kiss towards them, laughing. "Because I'm thinking my days in a ratty truck with stinky boys are over. Sure I'll put that truck high on my list for the equipment, and you fellas, but my ass will be in a luxury rv or limo once we really go out on tour." He could barely control his smile, waving so femininely as he turned walking from the room with Melissa. "Like I'd be letting you go home to rest after you're done tonight?" said Melissa, walking out with Benny, holding hands. "Plus, they really have no clue, do they, your buddies?" "About what?" grinned Benny. "Don't play the little girl act with me, unless we're in the bedroom, princess," said Melissa with a sheepish grin on her face. "You've already got those boys on a leash, and you've been a girl barely 24 hours." "Maybe." Benny turned and kissed his girlfriend. "Yeah,, and maybe they didn't read anything in the contract like I did," ggiggled Melissa. "They think you guys are a group." "We are a group, and I could have left and gone solo," replied Benny, giving her a look. "Even after all of you tried to screw me, I'm loyal. You know that!" "I do, and I know you were really generous only taking half, but I'm not trying to screw you?" Melissa kissed him and then looked into his eyes, twisting one of his pigtails playfully. "I will be screwing you every second I get, my little girl." "You know what I meant," laughed Benny, kissing her back. "And just because the name of the band is now my name, doesn't mean we're not a group." "You better keep the leash tight then on your boyfriends when I don't have it on you, because I'm sure they'll be a bit out of sorts when they find out in LA that marquee says Natasha Benjamin and not the NewMex 5," said Melissa as they walked outside, seeing their car awaiting. "I think that's a pretty name for a singer. Sounds like a future star to me." "Let's hope so," smiled Benny. "You're right though, and worst case I've got options to handle them." "Options?" Melissa asked. "Option one is bring up Snake and his friends. I can't thank you two enough since I'll be staying with you and him at his place," smiled Benny, wiggling his fingers between Melissa's. "They'll be scared shitless of him, and he'll always take care of me as of one of the girls from the snake den like you said, right?" "True! That he will, so be prepared when staying there, because that snake finds its way out quite often, and invades the den whenever it wants," giggled Melissa. "Yeah, I kind of figured," sighed Benny, taking a deep breath. "I'm feeling pretty sore just at the thought of it." "As long as you know," smiled Melissa. "But what's the other option?" "Spike their drinks, put on the pink outfit again and Miss Benjamin will shoot an entirely different type of blackmail video," laughed Benny. "Worst case they'll never need to spend fifty bucks on lap dances again, and if I have to, I'll have four boyfriends when the bands on the road, then I guess maybe I won't be as much of a lesbian as I think." "I'm not so sure I'm good with any of these options. Now be still, here comes the car." Melissa opened a bag and tied something plastic around his neck. "I've never been that good at sharing, and both Snake and my husband won't be around much this week." "Really?" gulped Benny, looking down at the bib around his neck protecting his white outfit. "Then you promise you'll be getting get me free down below, and we can make it a week to remember. What's this for?" "Maybe if my girl does everything like she is supposed to, and this is so you won't be a wreck before we even get there," Melissa said as she opened the car door. "Now be careful not to get any chocolate on your white outfit which you shouldn't if you don't get carried away while I feed you on the way." "Brownies again?" Benny asked as she shoved one in his mouth. "Just chew and don't speak until spoken to again, young lady," replied Melissa, feeding him like a dog. "I've whipped up a much stronger batch, and I don't think you realize how wild the boys can be after being out at sea for long stretches." "Hhhmmm." Benny downed brownie after brownie as she allowed him to sip some milk. "Out at Sea?" "You'll be feeling these really fast, and as your new agent, I may have over booked you a tad but we've got to maximize when the sailors are in port," said Melissa. "Oh, and maybe you should have read the clause about the 51% controlling interest in the band being controlled 100% by your agent." "What? Real Sailors?" gulped Benny, swallowing the next brownie and looking down at his prissy sailor outfit. "But you're not my agent?" "No, I'm your agent's boss, sweetie. I own the agency and trust me, men spend wildly after they're stuck on those gross ships for so long," said Melissa, wiping his chocolatey lips. "But when they get a look at you, they're going to blow a lot more than just their wads of cash, so the good news is we'll be the recipient of everything they'll be blowing, my darling girl. Well?.... Really, except for the sticky mess....that part will be just you Natasha." "But no I can't," sighed Benny, seeing all the sailors in line to go into the club as they pulled up. "I agreed to dance, not..." "Same as last time, sweetie," said Melissa, touching his face, calming him. "The pole, the stage, lap dances, some kissing and touching, but like I've told you already... I don't share everything." "Thank you! That's what I thought!" sighed Benny, feeling some relief. "For a second I thought I've lost all control." "You'll be fine honey, and of course you haven't. You certainly control the band, but I control you, pretty girl. I control your finances. Your appearances, your wardrobe and all of your assets. Actually especially those ass..ets, princess," said Melissa, pushing a brownie down his throat with her tongue and pushing open the car door. "Yum, and trust me when Natasha Benjamin isn't on that stage, her baby face will be either earning or suckling between my legs. You, little Natasha, are my bitch and you signed a lifetime deal. Isn't that just scrumptious? Yummm!" Benny just looked at her, licking her lips and all he could do was swallow. He stepped out of the car after who knows how many brownies, more confused than ever, but at the same time oddly content. In so many ways he trusted her, yet there were so many little slivers of doubt. She did know though how to push his buttons and satisfy his hunger, even if he had to do things he couldn't believe himself he'd been coaxed into doing. "Scrumptious... Yes?" said Benny, shaking his head as he'd be the solo act he always longed to be, and at the same time, her little bitch, quite content. "Wait did you say. lifelong?" "Have fun sweetie, because fleet week starts today, and this little sailor girl will be working all the ports as the ships continue to dock," said Melissa, rolling down the window and whistling towards the bouncers to bring him inside. "See you when the sun comes up Natasha. Anchors away, boys." "She'll be fine," said Melanie, coming over with Lori and a few bouncers, escorting him inside. "I hope so," said Benny, amazed at the crowd as he was brought right to the room, being readied for his first dance. "The brownies aren't kicking in yet! What the hell did I sign up for here?" "Oh they will, and tonight you'll need them," said Lori, slamming the door behind him as he stared at the curtain. "What you signed up for is no half days this time you little bitch, or no bikers coming to your rescue. So don't look behind you for any help this time, jail bait!" "Don't need to! It's just about money and jump starting my career," said Benny, glancing back. "Now have some class, since I'm paying for the dead hair on your head and trust me I can handle some sweaty sailors." "I really hope so, because Melanie and I will be watching. How's this for a jump start, Natasha?" giggled Lori as suddenly Benny felt her foot in his back, sending him flying. Before the first song even started, she had hurled him through the curtain and into a crowd of surprised sailors who had caught their sailor girl before he hit the floor. He was mobbed, being touched and felt up before the first dance even started, and immediately fights broke out over him as it got rowdy and wild. Never was he a tough enough guy to handle bar fights, as it sunk in deeply he was a lover now, not a fighter at all, as he happily hung on to a big sailor, initiating a kiss he was scared to end. He had no desire to look around, and when the bouncers pulled him away, he didn't even know whose lips he had touched or who had felt him up. Once again he had put himself in a situation he thought he could handle, but now knew differently, as it looked a hundred times scarier than what he had done yesterday under the influence of drugs. At least once the bouncer placed him back on the stage, the scene quieted down and he just got back to performing and making some cash. By the time the first set ended and the initial lap dances began, the weed had kicked in and his job began to get easier. Five sets as the skankiest sailor girl, sissy tramp and prissy hottie seemed to last forever, yet each guy went by so quickly as they all looked the same. By nights end, he had done what he needed to do as a make out and dry hump demon, relying only on the bouncers to protect him from anything further, even though a stickiness seemed to cling to his legs. He had made it through the sets collecting more cash than he could easily count, and when the last lap dance ended, he paid off the girls for their outfits before handsomely tipping the bouncers for keeping him safe. For the next six days he returned each night for a repeat performance, and spent his time off in bed with Melissa. It seemed by now every sailor in port had enjoyed some piece of him at night, while Melissa enjoyed her little girl exclusively during the day. Finally by the seventh day, the bonds were weak enough for her to finally be able to get his prosthetics removed and looked forward to that night with her than almost any, with his manhood finally free. That seventh day he never danced more carefully with it tucked under without any silicon surrounding him, and in just a padded bra. He was so good now at turning on the fleet that it really didn't matter, as they were putty in his hands, and he knew exactly how to keep them from touching where they shouldn't. When that last dance ended, he ran back stage faster than other nights, and this time didn't even look to change from his outfit. He was dying to be with Melissa that night, and what she'd have him in for bedroom fun no longer mattered at all. Instead of his normal routine of changing for a ride on her bike, he touched up his makeup and re-curled his pigtails. "See you tomorrow night, sailor slut," giggled Melanie, seeing him fix himself up. "I think your ride is out back, and it must be a big night if you're not even changing?" "Thanks! I thought I'd bring home the fleet for a change," said Benny, feeling his second wind as he pushed open the back door, smiling. "Good night, girls." As the silver door slammed behind him, he didn't see Melissa's bike or car, and then turned, squealing as he felt a big hand grab his forearm. "You got my fifteen hundred," said Tiny, grabbing him. "Tiny?" gulped Benny. "What fifteen hundred? Please just let me go. I don't want any trouble." "The fifteen hundred they shorted me when you didn't finish the shift the first time I brought you here," said Tiny, squeezing his arm tightly. "Plus interest. Plus my medical bills to fix this nose, and my dental. I lost four teeth bitch, and I should even make you fix my truck." "That wasn't me! Here, take whatever you want. Please," said Benny, tossing his pocketbook filled with cash to Tiny. "Here take it all." "Nice, bitch," nodded Tiny, letting go. "Now this will pay everything up perfectly." "Ok, then we're even," said Benny, stepping back and pounding on the door. "Girls, please let me back in. Please!" "That shit is sound proof, jail bait," smiled Tiny, showing off his partially toothless smile. "Thing is, you forgot about paying me interest." "Interest! Please, I paid you more than you asked," said Benny, knocking harder. "I don't have anything else. You got it all. Now please leave me alone." "Oh you've got more to give," said Tiny, reaching under his dress, taking hold of his testicles and manhood, squeezing right through his panties. "Did you leave out anything important last time, lady boy?" "Ouuucccchhhh! Please stop!" squealed Benny as Tiny began forcefully twisting them. "No, I just.... Hollllyyyy sshhhhhiittt." "Again you've got more to give," said Tiny, letting go and ripping him off the ground. "Don't you cupcake?" "Oh no! Please not again, and do not call me that," yelled Benny, with his feet kicking in the air, agonizing in pain. "Pppplllllease put me down. Snake will kill you." "Not where I'm taking you, he won't!" said Tiny, before opening the trunk of his old rusty Impala and tossing Benny inside. "Don't you dare?" Benny began to say as Tiny's fist slammed into his face and out like a light he went. In and out of consciousness he went as he bounced in the trunk, slamming his body into the metal as Tiny sped off with him inside. Little glimpses of day light would peek in through the rust and worn weather strippin,g but once the trunk finally opened a few hours later, that big fist again slammed down into his jaw, knocking him backward yet again. "On your knees now, cupcake," ordered Tiny grabbing him by the sailor suit as he found himself kneeling and leaning out of the trunk, all wobbly. He saw stars now as Tiny grabbed both of his pigtails and pulled his head forward, as like it or not, what he was staring at was clear enough. Below the layers of fat that were inches from his face, now Tiny's gross manhood stood ready to enter his mouth and there was not a damn thing he could do about it. The tinkling and pain throughout his mouth, jaw and entire body at least eased the vile feeling inside his brain when it entered his mouth, as Tiny wasted no time pushing down Benny's head, having his way. He was leaning out from a trunk on his knees being manipulated up and down by his hair as Tiny continually violated his face. It was almost a relief when he exploded so quickly in his mouth, as Benny gagged, in tears when finally Tiny pulled out. It was a sickening memory as he looked down, seeing his white outfit covered in drippings and blood, before it all went dark again as Tiny had no mercy,jamming the tire iron under his skirt and then across his chest before the steel trunk smashed down on his cranium.