Alicia, a 37 year old African American woman wearing a tight miniskirt and nice make-up and jewelry, got out of her car, and could immediately hear the music coming from the bar. As she approached she got a closer look at the clientele: druggies, pimps, bikers, they all looked at her as if she was a piece of meat for sale. When she got to the door the bouncer seemed confused.
"Are you performing tonight?" He asked stupidly.
"I'm here to see Dolly," Alicia said.
"She's in the back."
The music was deafening and the smell was horrid. She walked towards the back, stepping around used condoms and cigarette butts, a couple was getting it on disgustingly at a table in the middle of the room. She walked through the narrow hallway into the back rooms, people were in every room and corner. The men had a guilty look on their face and the women had an intoxicating temptation in their eyes. These were the quasi legal brothels that were popping up around the country. She made it to the very back and saw Dolly kneeling down in front of a glory hole, a dick popping in and out like a whack a mole game.
"I told you, stop thrusting like that," Dolly said.
"Hey, you're paid to suck my dick so suck my dick!" The voice shouted.
Dolly was 5'3 dark sandy blonde hair, well defined muscles with medium sized breasts sticking out of her tank top. Her legs were strong and muscular and she seemed comfortable sitting on her knees. She moved her head forward and let the obnoxious man stick his dick deeper and deeper into her mouth, until she started choking on it, then he pushed it in some more.
"Can nI nhelp you?" Dolly asked when she saw Alicia standing over her.
Dolly suddenly got sprayed in her mouth as the man decided to relieve himself. "You asshole a little warning would be nice!" The man was moaning in pleasure until she slapped him away causing him to shriek in pain. "Your piss tastes like you've been drinking for 12 straight hours!"
"Asshole," Dolly said as she stood up and brushed the dirt off her.
"You Dolly?" Alicia asked.
"Yeah."
"I thought you'd be...bigger."
"Guys have never complained about my tits before."
"My name's Alicia, I own a Sex House in the Florida Keys, but I've been having some trouble. I need the best."
"Gretta is the best," Dolly said.
"Yeah but she's getting old."
"Shut up, Bitch!"
"Seems like this place isn't treating you that well," Alicia said, looking at the puddle of piss near the glory hole.
"2,000 a night, and you pay all STD visits."
"I can live with that," Alicia said.
"Oh, and is there any Black people in the cast?"
"No," Alicia said. "Well, just Keith David for like 5 seconds."
"Is that enough for the quota?"
"That's why the bar owner is a black female."
***
Dolly pulled up to the Sex House, the big sign read "The Double P." As she approached the bar it was awfully quiet, they hardly seemed open. She pushed the door open and walked inside, the sound of the ceiling fan was louder than the music. A few customers were sitting drunk at the bar, and one older woman in froofy lingerie looking desperately around for a client. A group of younger girls were sitting at a table by themselves, workers, but obviously not interested in the guys who came up looking for a handout.
A woman, around 30 years old approached her, with dark bangs going to her eyes, skinny but not well defined, and a bright smile on her face. "Hi, I'm Carrie-Ann, are you a new girl or something? Anything you need, anything at all, you let me know, okay. The name again is Carrie-Ann. And what's yours's darling?"
"Where's Alicia," Dolly asked.
"Well she's around, but ain't you got a name?"
"Dolly."
Carrie-Ann's mouth dropped. "Oh shit I know you."
Dolly walked around and headed towards the back office. Through the window she could see Alicia arguing with some guy, a fancy shirt wearing blonde guy. When Dolly walked into the office she only heard the tail end of it.
"I pay you to actually show up!" Alicia said.
The man left the office, bumping into Dolly's shoulder on the way out.
"Don't mind him," Alicia said, trying for herself to do the same. "Anyways, you made it."
"This place looks like a Shit House."
"Yeah, some heavies scared away all the locals and now we're lucky to get a bar fight every now and then."
"You got a juke box, with some sound?"
"Over there, in the corner."
Dolly walked towards the bartender.
"What can I get you?"
"Whiskey," she said.
She took the shot down and headed towards the juke box. She put on a Stevie Ray Vaughan song as the bar jolted alive to the sound. She strutted her way over to the stage and carefully climbed the steps in her high heel pink shoes. She wiggled her butt in her pink mini shirt and tilted her bare shoulders left and right to the beat of the music.
When she got on stage and started moving her hips seductively, the bar flies turned and looked at her, as if waking up from a coma. Even the girls at the table stopped chatting to watch the new girl perform.
The music kicked it into gear as she started to pulled her shirt down below her boobs. She exposed half her breast to the crowd as they shouted for more. She spread her legs and made a low squat, so the guys could see her pink thong underwear. She turned her back to them and pulled her shirt off, tossing it aside. When she turned around she was covering up her breasts with her hands, as the men were salivating. She pretended to play air guitar, which exposed her breasts to the public. They cheered on as she hit the air guitar high note.
She began undressing out of her mini skirt and now her globby flesh of her butt was sticking out, the pink thong wedged deeply in her crack. The bartender was furiously pouring shots for the customers who were slamming their hands on the table while equally slamming their other hands into their crotches. A couple of patrons started pushing each other.
"She's so hot, she's mine."
"No way I saw her first."
They started shoving and punching each other as the other patrons pushed them away while they kept watching the strip show. Dolly was now completely nude and blowing kisses to the men in the audience, while the music blasted and the two drunk guys threw themselves on a table causing a loud crashing sound.
A man dangled a 20 dollar bill at her and she leaned over to let him rub her breasts from down below the stage. He looked like he was in heaven as he lovingly cupped her medium sized breasts.
"Don't be a pervert man," Dolly said. "Kiss them and let the next guy grope."
The man kissed each one tenderly while moaning in excitement. The music could now be heard from the street and the cheers from the Sex House drowned out the crashing waves onto the Florida Keys.
***
The next morning, they had a meeting with the whole staff. The female staff as well as the male bouncers were all sitting in chairs waiting quietly. Alicia introduced them to Dolly and told them she was now in charge.
"There are three simple rules I want you to follow," Dolly said. "Number 1, cash up front. No exceptions. Number 2, if a man is being rough or aggressive, tell him to stop, but be nice. If he's being rude. Tell him to be nice. If he starts hurting you, shout no!, so the bouncers can hear you, but be nice."
"Be Nice?" Bertha, a loud mouthed biker chick interrupted with a scoff, "And what if some guy says his ex was a better fuck than me?"
"Well was she?" Dolly retorted, drawing a laugh from the crowd. Bertha frowned.
