I started this story a while ago, but it sat on my laptop for a while. I recently picked it back up and attempted to finish it. By then I had a whole new perspective for how I wanted this story to go. As with another story I wrote, "To Have and to Cuckold", the characters grew and the story started to write itself. I was just a passenger along for the ride. These people aren't 2 dimensional people. They have a duality about them. As people well know about me, I don't do heroes and villains. Good guys vs. Bad guy. I feel that we all have a little of both. So I write stories that reflect that.
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KARA - AGE 19:
"Mmmmm. You a sexy li'l thang, ain't you? How old are you, sweetie?"
"Nineteen." I answered in a small, unsure voice. The man behind the desk nodded as he stroked his goatee.
"Get up and turn around, baby girl. Let me see the junk you packin back there."
His deep baritone voice dripped with lust as his eyes scoured my body. His hands folded into an arch as his elbows were planted in the desk in front of him. The dim lighting that was cast from the overhead bulbs reflected off of his bald head.
As commanded, I stood and turned around so that he could get a good look at my ass. I could feel his eyes mentally undressing me.
"Nice. Bend over and put your hands on the couch. Yeah, like that. Now, arch your back and stick it out. Shake it and make it jiggle."
I fought the tears that stung at the corner of my eyes as I obediently followed his instructions. I could hear his intake of breath as he admired my "assets".
I became startled when I heard him get out of his seat. I looked back in fear as he approached me.
Oh God! What am I doing here?
I felt him place his hand on ass and caress me through my short mini skirt. I had to force myself not to slap his hands away as he fondled me obscenely.
"Mmmm. That's right mama. Get nasty for Uncle Sal."
I made an attempt to protest, but all that came out of me was a small whimper. "Uncle Sal" shushed me in what was supposed to be a calming tone; however, it did anything but. His hand kept caressing and kneading the soft tissues of my ass. Then, I felt the hem of my skirt rise as the cool air touch all the parts not covered by my thong. My ass came into view. His whistle signaled his appreciation.
"Damn girl. You definitely working with something back here."
With that I felt a stinging slap on my right butt cheek. Humiliation isn't even the word for what went through me. It was like I was no longer a person. I was the sum of female body parts. I was two tits, an ass, a pussy, and some long legs that were only made for spreading.
Then, just like that, I didn't feel his presence behind me anymore. I had my eyes squeezed shut by this time and I didn't want to open them to see if he was still there.
"Okay baby girl. You got the job."
I was surprised to hear that his voice came from across the room instead of behind me. I dared to open my eyes and looked back to see him sitting once again behind his desk.
"Get with Candy to show you the ropes. She'll introduce you to the other girls and get you hooked up with our lingerie guy to get you a wardrobe."
His voice was so business like that I was taken aback for a minute. The fear that I had of being fucked by a complete stranger evaporated and I found myself relieved. His deep laugh cut through my thoughts.
"You thought I was going to fuck you?" he said as he read my thoughts. All I could do was shrug.
"Sorry for scaring you like that, Ma. I had to see how you would react. When you're out there on the floor, that's the kind of treatment you can expect from the guys who come here. They ain't here for your charming personality."
He laughed at my discomfort again. It wasn't a warm laugh, like when someone gives you the punchline to a joke. It was more condescending. Like the joke was on me.
"You don't ever have to worry about me trying to fuck you Ma. I never fuck any of my girls."
I didn't know whether I should be offended or relieved. I didn't want to him to fuck me, that was for sure. He didn't seem like the type of man who sweeps a girl off of her feet with romantic kisses and sweet words. More like he would take his clothes off and say, "Suck my dick bitch!"
Still, from his demeanor it seemed like he felt that he was too good to fuck any of the girls here. Like they - or we for that matter - were beneath him. Fucking any of us would somehow taint him.
He observed me curiously for a moment. I think my emotions played out like a movie on my face. Humiliation, anger, uncertainty, anxiety, all of those were probably apparent. As he watched me, his face kind of fell. It could have been a look compassion, or perhaps pity. I couldn't be sure. He was so rigid and hard that it was difficult to tell if he even had emotions.
"You seem like a nice girl. You're not like the others. I can tell. Maybe you got caught up in some shit that you had no business doing, or maybe you just need some quick cash under the table. I don't know your reasons for being here. But I will tell you this. If you don't toughen up, this place will eat you alive. The girls that you will be working with can be jealous and catty. All of you are basically competing for the same things. Money. Attention. A sense that you are worth something. The men that come here aren't that much better. They won't care if you're having a bad day. They could give a fuck about your personal life. To them you are tits and ass."
I let this soak in as he paused to light a cigarette. I wanted to burst into tears and go running into the street, but I had nowhere to go. My parents kicked me out when they found out I was pregnant, and I wasn't going to have an abortion. My dad called me a slut and said that he didn't have sluts for daughters. I was able to stay with friends and relatives until I had Dean (my son). However, the patience and grace that I was given started running low when Dean's powerful lungs made sleep a rare item. As shitty as this place was, it was the only thing I had going for me.
After Sal took a couple of puffs from his cigarette, he continued. "Whatever it is that brought you here, hold on to that. Remember, this is just a job. Quick money. Don't get caught up in the other bullshit. Seen it happen too many times."
He got up from his desk and guided me out to Candy. She took one look at me, and her face told exactly what she thought of me. Let me tell you, she was not thinking about how wonderful it was to have another sister in the fold.
"Candy, show Kara around the joint. Make sure she has everything she needs."
Candy barely nodded in acknowledgement. She glared at me through evil squinted eyes and popped her gum. If it were possible to absolutely loathe someone on first sight, it was what happened between us. I think she would have grabbed a blade and sliced my face if she could have gotten away with it.
Sal slapped my ass and turned to walk back into his office. He stopped like he just had another thought.
"Oh yeah Kara. Make sure you come up with a stage name. Something sexy that men want to yell out as they are bustin nuts inside of their dried up, pruned ass wives. When they are fucking those dusty old broads, I want them fantasizing about you." With that he was gone, leaving me alone with the She Devil.
Sal's warning proved to be true in no time. Most of the girls were catty and jealous. They treated me like I was there to steal their money. They talked about me like I wasn't even in the room. They bumped into me when they passed me. It was utterly horrible.
There was one girl who didn't behave like the rest. Her stage name was Starlet. She wasn't exactly nice, but she didn't despise me on first sight. In fact, she didn't really acknowledge me at all. She gave off a phlegmatic vibe. It was like I was nothing to her.
She actually treated all of the girls like that. When Starlet was in the dressing room putting on her makeup and costume, she didn't interact with any of us. It was as if none of us existed to her. She simply came in, dressed, and went out on the floor to look for lap dances. At the end of the night she simply disappeared.
The other girls seemed to have some sort of unspoken respect for her, and simply left her alone. They didn't taunt her as they did me, nor did they include her in anything they did. In fact, they seemed to move out of her way when she passed by. There was a certain coldness to her that people recognized as silently deadly. Basically, she was someone that you knew not to fuck with.
At least, that was my first impression of her. But as I would find out, that was simply a mask that she wore. She would eventually turn out to be the best friend I could have ever had, though I didn't know it at the time.
The first time I was about to take the stage, which was actually a couple of days after I was hired, I was so afraid that I almost ran out of there never to return. I'd already vomited twice before out of nerves. I sat in the area behind the stage wringing my hands together and wiping tears. I was dressed as Princess Jasmine from the Disney cartoon "Aladdin". If Princess Jasmine were a slutty prostitute that is. Sal came up to me and took me aside.
"How you doing baby girl?"
I nodded my head to indicate that I was fine, but I couldn't force my mouth to say the lie. It didn't matter. He really didn't care anyway.
"Remember what I said. This is a job. Just go out there and be sexy. Move with the music. Make their dicks hard. I want them fantasizing about you sitting on their face. Above all else, don't fuck up."
