The Party 139

"Are you sure?" Joseph King asked, looking at Sophie, his arms crossed over his chest as he leaned against the door jamb of his office. She was standing right inside. Sophie, his beautiful employee. His most cherished. She was agreeing to do something that he just had had no intention of ever asking her to do. There were a few girls who did this kind of job, she wasn't one of them. But the regular who wanted it, had requested her specifically. It was only a matter of time, really. She was the best dancer at the club, the most beautiful, the most enthusiastic.

"Of course," Sophie responded with a smile. She reached out to touch his arm. "I'm going to be fine," she promised. "And I'm sure I'll enjoy myself." She smirked. "If not, I'll take a look at that pretty cheque at the end of the night, and I'll enjoy that."

Joseph smiled and he nodded. Sophie took the costume from the hanger, and she started to dress, not shy about taking her clothing off in front of him, especially not him.

The clubs had room for just such an event. This was not an uncommon thing. The clientèle that the club served was not exactly the traditional family guy who liked romantic, one-on-one sex with his wife in the privacy of their bedroom. No, they were usually vile, wretched men. But even the good ones had kinks, and you couldn't blame them for that. Sometimes, their wives had the same, or this was their thing and their husbands just happened to know a place that could help with the arrangement. There was a group of people waiting already, dressed in their suits, or the women in their little black dresses, with drinks in hand and plenty more already enjoyed.

Sophie waited behind the curtain. Joseph would not be here tonight. He did not take part in these events. She was a little disappointed. He was good support, and she wouldn't mind having him completely debase her in front of a group of people. There was something so sexual about that. She had agreed to this for the money in part, but more than that, it was to prove her loyalty to him and to the club, and then, there was just a part of Sophie that thought this sounded incredible. A hot, wet part of her, bare beneath the short skirt of the latex dress.

Another dancer was her mistress. She came in and smiled at Sophie. "Let's make some money," she said. She wrapped a collar around Sophie's smooth neck, her fingers so gentle as she hooked it together. She leaned in and pressed her lips to Sophie's, letting out a soft breath on her mouth. "You look so hot," she said, hooking the leash to the collar. "They're probably going to come at the sight of you." She stepped back, and then tugged roughly on the leash. "Come on, bitch."

She dragged Sophie out from behind the curtains to the waiting crowd. They cheered and whistled, leering at the plump, perfect curves of Sophie's body beneath the tight costume. She licked her lips, feeling wetness dribble down her thigh from her throbbing cunt. Her mistress gave another tug on the leash, sending Sophie clambering to the middle of the circle of men and women. "I brought you a lovely piece," she said to the crowd. "Come on, bitch," she repeated, harsher now. "Why don't you pull up that skirt and show them what they want."

Sophie looked around, pretending to be feeble and afraid as she reached back to roll the latex up. It was difficult. It stuck to her skin and she winced as she tugged it out of the way, over the generous curve of her ass. Men licked their lips, already wanting to drive their pricks into her. Sophie made her hands shake, she hesitated before the front of the skirt could move up her thighs. Mistress turned to her, and with the end of the leash, she flogged her across the face. "I didn't say stop," she said. "Get over here," she said, tugging her closer. There was a table, and they went immediately to it, with Mistress commanding Sophie to climb on top of it and stick her ass in the air. When Sophie hesitated, she had her upper body shoved hard against the table.

"There's your pussy," Mistress growled. She tied Sophie to the table by the leash. "Oh, look at how wet you already are, you little whore," she said, brushing her hand over Sophie's cunt. Sophie gasped, pressing against the hand. "Oh, that's nice," she went on, trailing her finger between the folds, spreading them apart for the crowd to see.

She invited people up to the table. One of the men, a regular that Sophie recognised, touched her first. He brushed his chubby fingers over her and then thrust roughly into her, groaning at the feeling of her tight, wet body. "What a lovely pussy," he breathed. Another man came over and his fingers went inside of her alongside the other man's. They stretched her out, moving in and out of her, until a third hand joined, two more fingers. More people came up, her body wide open in front of a room of strangers, with several hands touching her.

There were rubber cocks on poles. The men stepped back so Mistress could take one and shove it ruthlessly into Sophie's mouth, pushing into her throat so hard they could all see the swell. She choked on it, struggling with its length and girth. She gagged, and the men loved it, swelling in their slacks. Another helper came with another cock, trying to fit them both into Sophie's mouth at once. When it was awkward, the second slid away to slap against her cheek, as the first thrust past her lips again and again.

They walked around to thrust them into her cunt. She cried out in pleasure, squirming back against them.

"Who wants to get this little whore's ass ready?" Mistress asked. Sophie groaned. "Tell them how much you want them to stretch your asshole, my little whore."

"So much," Sophie gasped. "Oh, please, someone come help. Come stretch my asshole out."

Of course someone volunteered after that. He came forward, and Mistress leaned in to spit a wad of saliva onto Sophie's aching body, right at the pucker of her ass. The man rubbed his fingertips over her asshole, and he pressed his hips forward to push his cock against her cheek through his slacks. Sophie moved her head, brushing her face against him to make him groan while he thrust his fingers into her. She whimpered and moaned, her wet breath right on the line of his erection. He thrust harder.

Both rubber cocks were slamming into her pussy now, and the man watched them as he stretched her hole out. "What a good whore," he growled. Sophie looked up at him with wide eyes, still rubbing her chin against his dick. "Look at you take two fat cocks inside of you at once. Does that feel good?" She nodded, making sure the movement rocked against him. He growled, looking down at her, and spanked her with his free hand. "You like this, don't you? Look at how much your pussy is dripping. You're a little whore and you love to get fucked like this." He hit her again. She gasped and groaned. "I want to see your tits, whore," he said. He grabbed her dress and yanked it over her body. Sophie fell against the table hard, looking up at him before she pushed herself up to let her tits swing beneath her.

"So good," he smirked. He slapped her ass again, and then moved his hand back against her hole. He slapped her there and she moaned loudly. He looked up and one of the cocks left her cunt to thrust into her ass, at the request of a spectator. They started to fuck her hard in tandem, and she cried out, shaking against them to come harder than she had in a long time.

But they left and Sophie was pulled to her knees on the floor. They could line up and she sucked their cocks. They would slam into her throat, make her gag, and when they were done, they came all over her body. On her chest, down her back, on her face, everywhere.

When the room was empty, she wiped off with a towel, and then she went back upstairs. There were showers downstairs for the dancers, but she wasn't using that one. She was going to use the shower near Mister King's office. She slipped in and dropped her robe on the floor, getting into the hot spray.

The door opened and she looked through the glass door to find Joseph in the doorway, smirking at her, leaned against the door jamb like before, with his arms over his chest. "I have a cheque for you," he said in that smooth, silk voice of his.