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  “DON’T FUCKING LIE TO ME!!!” I screamed at her as I beat on the steering wheel. “I know what you did in that fucking Black Room with that bitch.”

  This was entirely my fault. I should have never let her work at the club.

  “She tore off her glasses looking at me with tears streaming down her face.

  “I’m sorry…I..I…It was a mistake.”

  “You’re damn right it was a mistake. You don’t know her. You don’t know what she’s capable of,” I told Syd as I switched lanes.

  We didn’t speak for a few miles as she cried. Something about this whole thing was hilarious to me. I couldn’t help but laugh.

  “What the hell is so funny?” She asked between sniffles.

  “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe the fact that you think the worst thing about the situation is the fact that you lied.” I laughed hysterically just saying the words. Thinking of how a shit storm was headed our way.

  “This is how I make money, and you think it’s a game. And now I have to clean it up as if I don’t have enough shit going on.”

  On cue, my phone buzzed in my jacket pocket begging for my attention. I glanced at the phone, listened to Syd cry, and still tried to be a halfway decent driver. Looking at the screen the words Extraordinaire came up. Instantly I felt the juices rush to my pussy. Before I could read the entire message, my boyfriend’s name was popping up as well. Extraordinaire sent a text, but Daniel was calling.

  “Shut up Syd.” I told her as I answered the call.

  “Hey baby. I was just thinking about you,” I lied to him putting a smile on my face large enough for him to hopefully hear some joy in my voice.

  “Hey boo. What are you doing?”

  “I’m trying to handle a little work situation.” I told him, and that was actually the truth. Syd cried in the passenger seat as Daniel talked to me about wanting to see me. It was hard talking to your boyfriend when your pussy was wet for someone else. I did all of this while I drove home. And to think my day still wasn’t done. I made a mental checklist of shit I had to do. At the very top was this Donita situation. Daniel was a close second. I still had to study and I had to work a few hours at the club tonight. The job of a stripper is never done

  Best of Both Worlds

  Lauren

  Taking a swan dive into my bed was all I wanted to do, but I had no time to sleep. The club was calling me, my books spread across my bed were going to make sleep unbearable, and most of all, Daniel was on his way over. On the way home, I tried to convince him not to come.

  “Baby I have studying to do and I need to get some rest before I go to work,” I tried to pile on the excuses, but he wasn’t hearing it.

  “I won’t disturb you boo. I just wanna talk to you about something really quick.”

  Any real girlfriend would be happy to see their significant other, for me it was just a complication. I knew one of my duties would have to be fucking him into a euphoric state but…I was still sore from meeting with Extraordinaire.

  Why do you hang on to him, My inner voice asked.

  I couldn’t answer that question. Which made me ponder about our relationship.

  It is not like you're married to him.

  She was right, I could let Daniel go and casually fuck Extraordinaire whenever I want.

  “But he’s so damn fine.” I told her as I grabbed my books from my bed and stacked them on my desk.

  She agreed with me. Daniel was gorgeous, with his light brown eyes that gleamed made it hard to turn him away. He basically invited himself over to my house this evening. His chest was chiseled like an ancient statue, and his dick was impeccable, but Extraordinaire had the stick of a master. It was something about him that made my center scream for more.

  “I just want to see you for a minute. I know you're busy and I’m busy too, but I miss you. And I need to talk to you about something.”

  I couldn’t keep denying him. Months ago I would have been falling apart after spending this much time away from him, but Extraordinaire had changed me, inside and out.

  Now I was frantically moving around my room still tidying things up for Daniel’s arrival. But Syd was peering from the doorway ready to have a heart to heart.

  “Lauren, I’m really sorry. Can we talk about this?” Syd asked, but I wasn’t in the mood for this conversation.

  “Syd, not right now. I’m waiting for Daniel to come over and I have other shit to do this evening before work.”

  I shuffled around my room making my bed and throwing my work shoes deep into my closet.

  “But I’m going to make this right. I just want to let you know that,” I looked up to see her red rimmed eyes and puffy face.

  “This is not a fucking game Syd. If you want to get this money, and take care of your Mom you need to treat this shit as serious as Cancer.”

  Her eyes began to fill with tears again at my mere mention of her Mom. I hated to say it like that, but I had to make her realize this shit was not for the weak hearted. I have seen many dancers lose their way to the fast lifestyle. Money coming in quickly, men filling you up with empty promises, and hating ass bitches are just a few of the many hurdles you will have to overcome.

  “I understand…” Were the only words she could get out before the tears fell.

  I wanted to hug her, console my friend, but there were no hugs and lollipops at Club Fantasy.

  “Don’t make me regret my decision to bring you in.”

  With that the knocks came to the door.

  “That’s Daniel,” I said stepping past her as she wiped the tears off her face.

  You think you know somebody. How could she have sex with Donita? I shook my head at the thought of what probably happened in that room. It brought back memories from long ago.

  I wonder who ate who? My inner voice was naughty; she always had to have the details. Knowing Donita she was the one that was doing the munching. I shoved those thoughts away and opened the door.

  “Hey babe,” Daniel greeted me as he grabbed me into a bear hug and lifting me from the ground. That I wasn’t expecting.

  “Hey you.”

  He kissed me before I could finish talking. Giving me his tongue and damn near sticking it down my throat.

  Still holding me he pushed me against the wall kissing me still. I missed him too, not this much, but I let him carry on. It wasn’t going to be a long visit anyway.

  “You can’t stay away from me this long.” He said finally placing me back on the floor and allowing me to breath.

  “I see.” I wiped my mouth as I closed the door and lead him to my room.

  “Where is Syd?” He and Syd were almost like best friends when they got together. But making the way past her room the door was closed with her music beating through the door.

  “Oh she’s not in a good mood,” I at least was telling the truth.

  “Hey Syd.” He said anyway loud enough for her to hear over the music. “

  “Hi,” she replied as flat as she could through the door and over the music.

  He shrugged kept walking to my room. I knew she would stay in her room out of my.

  In my room, he closed the door and went back to where we left off by the door.

  “Baby no,” I protested. “My friend is in town.”

  That was our secret language for my period is in full effect. That was the best lie I could come up with so I wouldn’t have to have sex with him. I needed to recuperate from the fat sausage known as Extraordinaire.

  “Damn boo,” he huffed pouting like a kid and flopping down on my bed. “How heavy is it?” He asked with a smile.

  “None of that sir!” I said lying down beside him.

  He laughed at me and kissed my forehead. We lay there for a moment just taking it all in. I hadn’t seen Daniel in almost two weeks. His job keeping him busy in and out of town, my job keeping me busy as well and school was hell, but he had no idea what else was occupying my time.

  “So what did you want to talk to me about?�
� I needed to move this visit along.

  “Ohh, yeah. Umm…” He sat up in the bed.

  Whatever it was I knew it wasn’t good news. His eyebrows held the furrow that he reserved for when he was delivering bad news.

  “I just wanna say first that I love you and I don’t want to do this, but this is the fairest thing to do.” He looked so intense.

  “What Daniel, spit it out!”

  “I got a promotion, but I have to go train for three months in Oregon at corporate,” I screamed an internal YES, but my face took on the look of mourning as if he told me someone died.

  “Congratulations babe. But damn, when will I see you?” I poked out my lip for an added effect.

  “I know, and that’s what I want to talk to you about. I think maybe we should take a break for a few months. I...I don’t think it's fair to leave you stringing along.”

  I looked away. Trying to figure out what he just said. I wasn’t sure if that was a good or a bad thing. Good because if he wasn’t here I could do whatever I wanted without the bother of hiding or lying to Daniel. On the other end I loved him, somewhat.

  “So you don’t want to be with me anymore? I’m confused you almost fucked me at the front door.”

  I had to show some kind of anger. Making my show believable.

  “No…No…babe. But you know bad news is always better with this,” he said taking my hand and putting it on the hardness sticking through his shorts.

  I pulled my hand back feeding him a glare of stone. If he only knew, it is nice, but it wasn’t better than what I was feasting on the past week or so.

  “I want you, but I am going to be basically non-existent. This is intensive training of twelve with fifteen hour days. There will be no time for you. I just want to be fair.”

  I saw the tears filling his eyes, just as they had filled Syd’s right before he got here.

  “Umm. I don’t know what to say,” I closed my eyes rubbing my head. “I have to study and get ready for work. Can you give me some time to think about this?”

  “Yeah, I’m sorry for just blurting this out. I’ve been trying to see you and tell you but let’s face it. You’ve been busy too.”

  He was right. I have been busy, but he didn’t know why. My phone buzzed on my desk as he said that. I knew who it probably was, but I ignored it. Leaning back on the bed as if I had been hit with a bombshell.

  “I’ll call you tomorrow ok. I know you want to think,” he kissed me and left me lying on the bed looking at the ceiling. “No matter what we do about this I love you and just want the best for you.”

  “Love you too.” I replied and with that he made his way to the door. I leaped for the phone when I heard the door close.

  “Skip work tonight,” The Extraordinaire was making a request.

  “It will cost you,” I replied with a quick text and sat back on my bed waiting for his reply.

  What about Syd? My inner voice was always helping me reason, but I deserved a break. Or maybe I would leave work early.

  Before I could make a decision my phone buzzed again with a reply.

  This time a picture that made me gasp it was Mr. Extraordinaire and his dick, hard and sticking straight up. Beside his tool laid a stack of cash. “I’m willing to pay in more ways than one,” was the message with the photo.

  That did it. I deserved some me time. I would do my schoolwork and then take a much needed dick day.

  I dialed the number for the club and waited for someone to answer.

  Carl answered on the third ring, “Hey its Lightning. I’m not feeling well. I won’t be in tonight. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  “Damn, I know you must be feeling bad if you aren’t coming in. Nothing can make Lightning miss money.”

  Carl laughed, and he was right, but I wouldn’t be missing any money. I would be getting dick and cash at the same time. Nothing better than getting fucked good and getting paid for it.

  Pleasurable Pain

  Donita

  “Embarrass me bitch. I’ll fuck your shit all the way up.”

  I was in my car on the way to a client’s house, but I was in no mood to work. No one else had ever spoken to me like that. I wanted to beat her ass and fuck her senseless all at the same time.

  “FUCK!!!” I screamed at the inside of the car. This was all my fault. “You are fucking up,” I told myself. “You gotta focus.”

  I gave myself a pep talk from time to time. I was off from the club tonight, but I had three clients on my schedule. There was no time for me to be thinking about this new bitch. Forget about her, I repeated the mantra over and over as I drove.

  I was so far off my game that I forgot some of my “supplies” at home. I beat on the steering wheel in frustration. I wasn’t sure how this shit happened, but it had to stop. There was no way that a new wet behind the ears bitch was going to fuck up everything I had going.

  I got to my clients house late. His residence was a loft on the top floor of a high rise. That added an additional five minutes between me walking through the lobby and getting an elevator all the way to the sixteenth floor. When I finally made it to the floor, I had to walk a quarter of a mile to get to his front door. I always enjoyed the scenery in his loft. It was so modern yet eloquent with all the fixings of luxury living. As I got to his front door I prayed he wouldn’t notice my tardiness.

  “So you want to be punished,” he said as soon as I came through the door.

  “I’m sorry it’s been a bad day and…” I said with the door barely having time enough to close behind me before I tried to explain.

  “Shut up. It’s about to get worse.” He said walking across the floor and grabbing me before I could put my purse down.

  He pulled my hair and pushed me down on the floor. He pulled his dick out and slapped me across the face hard before I could protest. All of my clients had things they enjoyed; this one in particular was different than the rest.

  “I’m sorry sir. I...” He pushed his dick in my mouth before I could get out a sentence.

  “Apologize to him not me.”

  He held my head and fucked my mouth with the intensity of a drill to concrete. I closed my eyes and took the punishment. My gagging didn’t deter him or slow him down. He kept going. I tried to relax as he pushed himself down my throat.

  “Take it, take your punishment,” he said still speeding up. “You think I haven’t taken notice to how you’ve been slacking around here?”

  I moaned in protest, but that wasn’t good enough for him. The smacking sounds of my slurps weren’t good enough either.

  “ANSWER ME,” I wasn’t sure how I could do that with a mouth full of dick, but I tried.

  “No...sir,” I managed to gargle out with his swollen hardness deep in my windpipe.

  “Yes you did. Now I’m going to show you,” he removed the dick from my mouth leaving me coughing, saliva and mixed with his pre cum running down my mouth.

  “Get up!” He told me, and it wasn’t a request. I reluctantly stood to my feet.

  He pushed me towards the mud brown leather chair that was only a few feet away. He forced me into a bent position over the back of the chair.

  “You might be able to get away with that shit at other places but not as long as you're employed by me.”

  One of his big muscular hands held me down. I heard the other hand working, and I knew what was next. I didn’t have on my uniform, but my short skirt was still easy access for him. I tried to stop him from what I knew was about to come, but it was too late.

  “Mr. Roy it’s not that I…” He was already pissed.

  Before I could finish my sentence he had pushed aside my thong and shoved all of his frustration deep inside my crevice. My screams filled the loft and were quickly absorbed by the brick walls.

  “I’ll teach you.” His pace was fast as a track star racing in the Olympics.

  He was out of breath as he spoke to me. Telling me the whole time how much I deserved the punishment. He was right, I did d
eserve it. He was the only one that could hurt me and make it feel so good. I closed my eyes as he pounded into me.

  “Say it,” he yelled sounding like an out of breath runner. “Say you deserve it.”

  I couldn’t find the words at first. My heart beating so fast I could hardly breathe.

  “SAY IT!” he screamed pulling my hair for extra emphasis.

  “I…I DESERVE THISSS”

  It finally came out, and the truth is I did deserve to be punished. Punished for being so stupid and getting my fucking priorities out of place. I deserved this punishment for letting that bitch get me wide open.He roared like a lion giving me one final thrust before he backed out of me.

  “GET UP!” he roared again.

  I knew what that meant. I jumped from the couch as quickly as my legs would allow. After that pounding, my legs were soft and wobbly as cooked spaghetti, but I had to finish the job. I knelt down in front of him just in time for him to slide his dick in my mouth sending his salty sweet liquid down my throat. I swallowed quickly and sucked his lollipop as he grabbed a handful of my hair between his muscled hands.

  He backed away when he was empty of all his liquids. Leaving me there kneeling on the floor with the remnants of him in my mouth and his liquid making its way to my stomach.

  He sat down on the same chair where he disciplined me out of breath and empty.

  “You make me do this to you. But you’re going to learn to stop testing me,” he said from the couch. “Do you hear me?”

  “Yes sir.” I replied, and I felt the same way about this bitch Syd.

  I was going to punish her for these acts of disrespect; just as Mr. Roy had just done to me.

  “Now get out of here.” He said retrieving a wad of money from his pocket and throwing it at me.

  The bills rained down over me as if I was on stage at the club. I gathered the bills quickly not leaving a single one behind. I scurried out of the apartment with a sore pussy and a strained mouth.

  I straightened my skirt and thong back into place as I made my way to the elevator. Thankfully no one was in the hallway to see me. My makeup smeared, legs shaking, and clothes wrinkled. The elevator came, and I got on calmly like a mad man hadn’t just fucked me with a lethal weapon in his pants.