The Brea Up

Tom was awoken to Sarah sucking his dick. Tom rubbed his eyes to see it was 2pm and it was bright and sunny. Sarah was smiling as she sucked as much of Tom's dick as she could fit in her mouth and throat.

"Good morning fuck slut. Go make breakfast. Eggs, waffles, and coffee." Tom stated.

Sarah pulled her mouth off of Tom's cock and walked out into the kitchen. Still naked. But three new tattoos and two new nipple rings.

Loud shouting, hooting, and cheering made it obvious to Tom that his roommates were here. Tom took a shower, shaved, and got ready for the day. Once ready he walked out to the dining room to see Sarah had cleaned off the table. His food was waiting.

Sarah was picking up beer cans, plastic plates, cups, utensils, and garbage from the roommates night of fun. Every time she bent over, she showed her pussy and ass to Brian and the roommates.

"Dude. You have to tell me how you pull this off. Did she have tat's and piercings yesterday or am I dreaming?" Brian asked.

"No. I got them last night while you fucks were passed out on the floor. Master also has two more slaves coming over tonight. You morons will not fuck this up either. Or God help me. I will bite off your cock and balls!" Sarah screamed at the 4 men.

Sarah could be a cute, sexy, fuck slave. But she also could be a mad lioness if she needed to be. And right now, she was upset at having to clean up a mess that should not be there.

Sarah threw the garbage bag at the men and told them.

"Clean. Or I will eat your cocks. Not fun and sexy. I will bite them off, chew them up and swallow them!" Sarah yelled.

The 4 men giggled like idiots at Sarah's threat. But they obeyed and were cleaning. One eye on the garbage and one eye on the naked beautiful woman.

After the majority of garbage was picked up Brian tried to be nice to Sarah.

"How do I score a beautiful woman like you, how do I make her mine, what do I have to do?" Brian asked while trying to be suave.

"First you have to be a man. Not this childish piece of shit. Then you have to find a woman, you will need to dominate her, twist her to your will, fuck her nearly to death, and then let her be what she wants to be. I am a whore. Tom has released that from within me. But he owns me as well. You idiots need to find your own women and your own way." Sarah berated them as they looked at her naked body. Jiggling and bouncing in anger.

Tom had finished breakfast as Sarah walked over. She collected the plate, smiled, and walked into the kitchen. He sipped coffee as Brian and his friends whispered back and forth.

It was Saturday. What should we do?

"Hey. My brother runs a strip club. Downtown. Would she dance?" One of Brian's friends asked quietly.

"Yes. She will. Give me his number." Tom instructed the man and copied the phone number into his phone.

"Well. I guess what we were doing today and tonight just fell into our laps." Tom told Sarah as she nodded.

Sarah was busy cleaning, scrubbing, and making the kitchen decent. Brian and his friends really made a mess of it. Cigarette butts, spilled beer, and burnt food on the stove. After a few minutes Sarah gave up and yelled at Brian to clean the kitchen. He ran in, apologizing, and set to work.

Sarah walked over and stood next to Tom. Waiting for her orders.

"Think you can strip and make me money?" Tom asked.

"Of course. I have been dancing for years. I had trouble last night. That little wooden table did not have much room to move. I thought it would break any second." Sarah explained.

"Well, you need an outfit. A routine. A stage name." I advised.

"Nope. I got outfits. I have a bunch of routines. We even have a stripper pole at home. Call me. Diamond!" Sarah stated with some pizzazz in her voice.

"I was thinking Gertrude. But Diamond will work." Tom stated before laughing a bit. Sarah too laughed at the joke.

Tom texted the phone number he just got. "I hadvea stripper for hire. Ready to start immediately." The phone number replied with "Pictures?".

Tom had Sarah Walk back to his bedroom. She laid back, posed, stood up, posed, showed off her ass, posed. She then kneeled, hands behind her head, mouth open wide and tongue sticking out. All the pictures were sent to the phone number.

"7pm. Dance try out. Does she want to do more than dance?" I replied to the text.

"Yeah. She does more than dance. If the price is right." Tom replied.

"20 a hand job, 50 a blow job, 100 for sex, 200 for anal. Private parties are 1k per person plus 1k per hour. She also gets tips on top." The final text read.

I read Sarah the text. I saw her shiver and her hands went to her pussy.

Tom slapped her hands and told her "No. That's for paying customers from now one. No touching yourself. Every time I catch you doing that. I will cut off a finger. Do not test me!"

Sarah nodded and smiled. She knew Tom would do no such thing as cut off a finger. But she also knew he was serious. She knew Tom wanted her to be horny. Previously she told Tom she would play with herself at least twice a day. As soon as she woke up in the morning and right before bed. That's when a cock wasn't available to her.

Sarah was extra fidgety. Tom looked at the clock at saw it was 3:30pm. They had time to run to her house and be back before Cheryl and Tonya would arrive.

Even in the middle of the day, Sarah had no problem walking around naked. Her tattoos and piercings didn't make her shy or ashamed. On the contrary. She seemed prouder of them being visible to all eyes.

They hopped in Tom's car and were at her house in minutes. As they pulled in the driveway Sarah asked Tom to wait.

"We have been doing nothing but fucking and having fun. I never told you anything about myself or my family." Sarah explained while we sat in the car.

"Nope. And I still didn't ask." Tom replied.

"I'm adopted. I was raised by lesbians. I have 2 sisters. Both are older. They live at home. My mothers are both dominatrices. They have been doing private stuff for years. Our house is not normal. So don't freak out." Sarah explained.

Tom thought to himself that this explained how easily Sarah came out of her shell. The first time he met her was in line at Starbucks. They started talking about coffee. She caught Tom looking at her tits since she had been wearing a V-neck. She wasn't mad so he asked if she wanted to go for a ride in the car and fuck. To his surprise she agreed.

That was how Sarah lost her virginity 5 months ago. And a sex monster was released. Since that day Sarah has been wanting to try and do everything sexual. Until this morning, she had only ever had sex with Tom. Well, that was old news.

Sarah walked to her mailbox and picked up the clothes she had stripped the night before. She didn't bother getting dressed as we walked inside her house. The living room, dining room, kitchen, and everything else I could see looked totally normal. Even the 2 mothers in normal clothing and 2 sisters eating at the kitchen counter looked normal. Tom expected hardcore bondage equipment hanging from the ceiling and a man in a gimp suit bent over the kitchen island getting his ass paddled.

Sarah introduced Tom and the women all looked at her new tattoos and piercings. They were sweat, they touched them gently, and they liked "the work." A very understanding family, Tom thought.

"So, this is your owner." The redhead mother stated.

"Yes Anne. This is my master, Tom." Sarah explained.

"Go get your outfits, your cosmetics, and anything else you need." Tom interrupted and instructed Sarah.

Sarah ran off like a flash.

"Sarah will be debuting at the strip club tonight. She has a tryout at 7pm. If you are interested in attending." Tom explained.

Anne looked around to the other women and then back. "Just stripping. She will be furious." Anne stated.

"No. She will be doing it all. But if you are interested. You could show up and cheer her on." Tom advised.

"Ooh. That is very good of you. She has been so... withheld. She has been dying to let it all out. We have never put any restraints on them. But they impose their own rules on themselves. Look at these two. Her sisters. Both attending Ivy League colleges. And still virgins." Anne explained.

"In my experience. Children are exactly like their parents. Or the exact opposite." Tom advised.

"Very true. I am glad to at least to get one whore out of the family. These other two may break out after college. Maybe you could help them." Anne explained calmly while smiling at Tom.

"I think it's obvious where their paths lie. After college. If they feel so inclined. They can seek me out. And beg for me to release them. But until then. They will need to wait." Tom smiled and explained.

Anne and her two daughters shivered a bit at his words. He knew they felt it. The two daughters were at least fighting it.

Anne and the other wife Tom later learned it was named Elle, and decided they would visit the strip club to watch Sarah perform. Their daughters declined the invitation. Sarah showed up, dressed exactly like every stripper Tom had ever seen. She drug a large duffle bag with her.

"I have 30 other outfits, shoes, wigs, and more. I'm all set." Sarah explained.

"By everyone. I will not be returning." Sarah called out to them.

The duffle bag was so heavy with crap, Sarah drug it along the ground. "In the trunk." Tom advised as he used the remote control to open the trunk before getting in the driver's seat. Sarah struggled with the bag, eventually got it in, closed the trunk and got in the car.

Sarah was wearing a see through black jeweled tube skirt, a black string bikini top, and bright red high heel shoes. Her bright red lipstick and large gold hoop earrings finished off her hooker look.

Tom drove back to the apartment to wait for Cheryl and Tonya. Sarah made sure the apartment was clean and yelled at Tom's roommates some more. They were real pansies. If Sarah had acted like that with Tom. He would have pushed her down, stripped her, and fucked her until she could no longer speak.

"7pm. Strip club. We are doing a practice run. Bring your money. You epic pieces of shit have to pay triple if you want me to touch you." Sarah berated the roommates as they agreed to hit the ATM and be at the club.

5pm arrived. So did Cheryl and Tonya. They both were wearing short black tank tops, no bra, and Tonya's massive tits hung and swung as she moved. Their tiny, pleated skirts were from Abercrombie and Fitch or something similar. Tonya wore tall boots with a heel to make her taller. Cheryl didn't need that. She was in flip flops.

"Eat, drink, and get ready. Strip club tryouts in 2 hours. Either of you know how to dance?" Tom asked Cheryl and Tonya.

They both nodded.

"Cheryl. You are first. Get in my room. I want to see." Tom stated as Cheryl ran down the hall. Her stupid flip flops flopping along.

Tom turned on some music, country line dancing type music. Cheryl smiled, danced, and stripped slowly. Tom put on dance music. Now naked, Cheryl danced like a rave. Lots of movements, wiggling, and running her hands up and down her naked body. A few times she grazed her new gold nipple rings, and she winced.

Hip hop, rap, more dance music, and electronica. Cheryl's history of being a gymnast and going to clubs in her teenage years allowed her to be a very talented dancer. By the end of 10 or so songs. Tom turned off the music.

"You look very sexy. You dance very well." Tom smiled.

"My mom is Russian. Steph and I were both gymnasts. I grew too tall. But I loved to dance. Steph was always a bitch. She danced a lot, went to clubs, and what not? But after 12. She didn't do the gymnast thing anymore." Cheryl explained as she caught her breath.

"Go get Tonya." Tom stated.

Cheryl bent over to pick up her clothes.

"I didn't say get dressed." Tom sneered at Cheryl.

Cheryl was a bit apprehensive, but she walked out naked, the roommates whistled as she told Tonya it was her turn. Tonya had been hit on, the men looked her up and down, and they acted like idiots. She teased them and was happy to head to Tom's bedroom.

"Same thing. Dance, strip, be sexy. Show me how you can make money being a stripper." Tom advised as he had been naked Cheryl sat on the bed.

The same types of music Tom played for Cheryl, he also played for Tonya. Cheryl was fluid, graceful, elastic, and was like a dancing long blade of grass. Her hands roamed her body, her ass barely shook since it was so skinny.

Tonya. She was curvy, a fat pair of giant tits, slim stomach, and a bit of an ass. Not nearly as big as it could be for a girl with tits as big as hers. But her athletic butt and thighs looked nice. Tonya took more time taking off her clothes. Teasing, stripping, and throwing them into the imaginary crowd.

Tonya danced, she rolled on the floor, she pointed her ass towards the crowd, she must have done a lot of yoga for how she lifted herself by the hands, straight legged poses, and then she shook her tits like a seasoned dancer.

By the end of the last song. Cheryl was stunned. "I didn't know you could dance like that?" Cheryl asked.

"Home workouts. Strip aerobics, you just copy the instructor. I got like 5 CD's. You never asked. I can dance like rave type and electronica too." Tonya laughed as she did a bunch of waving arms and odd hand gestures.

"No. That will do. Get your clothes back on." Tom instructed as the girls obeyed.

"Slut." Cheryl whispered and teased Tonya.

"Whore." Tonya whispered back as the two girls giggled.

"Well Sarah. These two may get more money then you. They got real skills. Tonight, whoever gives me the most money. Will win a prize." Tom laughed and told the women. His roommates listened and looked at one another.

Tom loaded the soon to be strippers in his car and they drove to the club. Tom introduced them to the owner/manager. His name was "Skip." No shit. He loved them both. Sarah's stripper name was Diamond, Cheryl's was Cherry, and Tonya's was Juggs.

They each brought a few outfits thanks to Sarah. They would need to do three songs each, show off their skills. Do 5 lap dances on the other girls that worked there. And then if they passed. They would be full-time.

Tom pulled out his phone and sent mass text messages to coworkers, friends, relatives, and anyone else who might show up to a strip club at 7pm.

Tom sat in the audience and saw people filing in. Sarah's two mothers and her two ivy league sisters showed up. All dressed like they were ready for a girls night in the town. Shiny tank tops, short skirts or shorts, and high heels. Tom flagged down a waitress, handed her 8 pills, "Their drinks. 2 each." Tom whispered as the waitress winked at him.

Then his coworkers, their friends, guys from his summertime football league, and more. The place was packed. This shit hole strip club had likely never had a packed 7pm. Ever. Tom saw Skip on the phone, probably calling in other girls. They were struggling to serve drinks with the 2 waitresses they had on hand.

Sarah went first. She danced, she stripped, and she was lewd right from the start. It was hard to build up and then shake your naked ass at the end of the song when she ripped her clothes off 30 seconds it. But Tom was being to picky. The crowd, the men, they loved her.

Then it was Cheryl. Her smooth, graceful, and talented dancing made the crowd "Ooh and awe." As she reminded Tom of more like a ballet dancer. But naked and swinging on a pole.

Last it was Tonya. She did the same routine Tom had seen in his bedroom. The last 5 seconds of the song she went to get up from rolling on the stage. Her naked body had money stuck to her skin. She stuck her ass out and twerked as the lights went low. The crowd cheered and then boo'd as they could no longer see Tonya's big jugs.

Diamond, Cherry, and Juggs were big hits. They only performed one song each. But Tom knew they were in. The tryout was over.

"Yeah. They are hired. The back rooms are stuffed with men and women. Never seen women here before." Skip explained.

"Those are her lesbian moms. And those are her adopted sisters. All over 18. They are here for moral support. But I bet, if you ply them with more alcohol. They too will strip naked on the stage. Call it Amateur Night." Tom explained the loud music.

A few new girls arrived, serving drinks, and dancing. Mercedes, Petra, and more stripper names.

Tom had been given full access. The bouncers and security were introduced to him as Tom walked to the backrooms. The rooms had short red curtains to kind of block the private dances. Sarah wasn't dancing. She was on her hands and knees sucking cock.

Cheryl was dancing on one of Sarah's moms lap. Tom couldn't tell who. Tonya was grinding and shoving her massive tits into some other guys face. A Hispanic dancer with no tits and a fat ass was grinding on another guy, and an Asian woman with tiny tits, tiny ass, and thin legs was also giving a guy a lap dance.

There were 4 empty rooms for private dancing.

Back out front. The new girls had shown up, they were dancing, stripping, and performing. Tom thought they looked tired. They didn't put on much of a show compared to Tonya, Cheryl, and Sarah had. But the crowd still cheered and threw money at them.

7pm turned into 10 pm. New faces arrived, the place was getting rowdy, a few bikers in black leather showed up. As the drinks flowed, Tonya, Cheryl and Sarah performed several more times on the stage. But they spent more time in the back.

By 12pm the waitress that Tom had given the 8 pills to stopped by. "They are drunk, high, and ready. Whatever that was. They passed cloud 9 and moved to cloud 10." The waitress laughed before she returned to delivering more drinks.

Tom walked to Anne and Elle. He grabbed them by the arms as they argued with some bikers in black leather. He drug them to the back room. "Get dressed. Your songs are next." Tom advised him before he turned and left.

It took Tom a bit longer to find the ivy league daughters. They were sitting on guys laps, laughing, and drinking large glasses of beer. He drug them by their arms as the guys objected. The security made the disappointed men calm down.

In the back rooms. Tom had the daughters change into tiny bikini's. "You go on after your mom's dance. Then it's the back room. 5k before you go home. However long it takes." Tom advised as the drugged-up girls nodded.

Anne and Elle could dance. Much better than Sarah. They even danced and stripped as a duo. Taking each other's clothes off, slithering around the stage. Tom knew they may be dominatrices now. But they had to have started off as strippers.

When they returned to the back room, a large basket of bills was in their arms. The manager took the basket, poured it in a large cloth bag, and sent it to the private rooms. They went without any hesitation.

The ivy league daughters stumbled on stage. They were not as good as their moms. The struggled, they shimmied, but when they got naked. They got a lot more hardcore then their moms. They spread their legs, they fingered their holes, they slapped their asses. A few men were grabbing their bare-naked ass on the stage.

Security pushed them back, but the girls egged them on.

When they left the stage, the money was collected and added to another cloth bag. They were pushed to the private rooms as men nearly rioted to get back there. If you had enough money, a person could keep one dancer occupied for a whole night.

Tonya and Cheryl had been occupied nearly all night. But Sarah. She took as much money as she could from each guy and then traded in a new one.

The ivy league girls were grinding on one guy at a time. Their mothers had two guys each. They sat in chairs, shoulder to shoulder, as the mothers danced, grinded, and made money. They saw Tom watching them and Anne stepped out.