Desiree was stunningly beautiful. The several strip clubs she owned, and occasionally performed in, were wildly successful and major generators of cash to her ever growing bank accounts. Owning such a profitable venture, and running it with the efficiency of the sharpest mind on wall street had made her incredibly comfortable very early in life.
Having grown up poor, she made a decision early to OWN her own club rather than just perform in one. Gifted with not only a body that made men weep but the brain of a business tycoon her incredibly successful venture ensured that she would never have to worry about finances again. Gorgeous, rich and brilliant at the young age of 27, she already had all of the money she would ever need and with her shrewd investments she made with the profits, she ran her operation now primarily as a way to give back to poor beautiful girls like herself who needed some place to earn a living and not have to worry about being screwed over (both literally and figuratively).
Although no longer needing to perform herself to make money, being a millionaire many times only, she still occasionally graced the stage with her presence more out of genuine love of her art than for any need for cash. Her specialty, and the specialty of her clubs in general, were their lap dances and the many YELP reviews they collected ensured a constant stream of horny and very satisfied clients. Lusted after by men and admired by her girls, she was truly the Queen of her domain.
Desiree and her girls prided themselves on their ability to get any guy almost instantly hard if they paid full price for a lap dance and their talents were well rewarded and definitely not overstated. As you would expect, she had many many repeat clients but being in the adult entertainment business, she also had many unfortunate, but sadly necessary, ties with the mob. She needed protection and they provided it, for a price.
Al on the other hand was a loser. A lovable loser, but still a loser. A frequent visitor to the club he was well known by all of the other dancers as well as by Desiree herself. Although many of the girls looked down on most of the pathetic guys who came to their club, they all still liked Al. Although he had no money, and no prospects; his athletic body, boyish good looks and frankly impressive dick (which many of the girls had felt through his jeans) made him a popular client with Desiree and all of her girls.
Al loved coming to the club although he could scarcely afford it. Although he usually had no problem getting a girlfriend, his constant money problems made him less than an ideal prospect and currently he was in between girlfriends.
When he came to Desire's club however, and paid for a lap-dance, for at least a few hours he could fantasize that he was a winner for a change, with all of these hot women crawling all over him.
Desiree also liked it when Al came to the club, and often would give him her own special lap-dance, just out of affection for the poor boy.
In addition to some odd maternal feelings she had for Al, what really drove Desiree more than anything was the charge she got when a guy got all hot and bothered by her actions, completely turned on, throbbing and desperate and then sent him home hanging. She would often masturbate to the thought of all that cum backing up in all those balls, boiling for release, release from her, release she would not grant.
Not a total sadist, she was however a complete and total cocktease, and regardless of the fact that she did not need the money, she loved teasing young hot guys to insanity (especially cute guys like Al) whenever the opportunity arose.
One night when Al came in, one of her Mob friends, knowing of her affection for Al, told her that she should probably take one last look at his pretty face since it was going to be seriously fucked up and rearranged that night by some thugs.
When Desiree asked why, Franco said that Al owed the Mob about 15,000 dollars and since they knew he had no way to pay it was his unfortunate job to make an example of him.
Desiree could feel herself getting wet when she heard this news, as she now saw a perfect opportunity to not only help out Al, but also provide herself (and the other girls at the club) a big opportunity for their own personal entertainment as well as some spectacular lap-dance practice.
Desiree asked Franco if she could pay Al's debt off, but on her terms with Al. Franco nodded in agreement, as he had no desire to break up the boy's face, but really just wanted to get the money.
Desiree motioned to her doorman and asked him to bring Al over, which he eagerly did. When she told him how she knew about his debts to the Mob, and how she had paid them off for him, Al dropped to his knees and kissed her feet, almost crying in gratitude.
She did say however, that the debt now was owed to her and he should hear her terms before he thanked her.
Al looked up with a quizzical look on his face, and asked her what her payment terms were, now worried as he knew he could not pay her back anymore than he could the Mob. Desiree said she didn't necessarily want cash, as she had plenty of money, but what he could offer, simple money could not buy.
Al looked puzzled but continued to listen. She explained that what she wanted to do was to play a game. If Al won, not only would his debt be cleared, but she and the girls would give him a night to remember in their own "champagne room".
Al salivated at the thought of having sex with not only the beautiful Desiree, but all of the other hot girls at the club and had jacked off so many times thinking about their firm bodies, full breasts and hot asses, the idea of actually REALLY having sex got him instantly hard.
Looking down at his obvious erection, Desiree giggled.
"I see you like the idea so far!"
