Spit It Out

He Makes Me Feel Like a New Woman

Chapter 14: Spit It Out

Emily loved being a stripper.

She loved dressing in tiny little outfits designed to tease and provoke men. At the moment she was wearing a black-and-white sling bikini. It came together at her crotch and stretched up and over both of her large fake tits and then over her shoulders in a deep v-shape. There was another strip of the same material that circled her narrow hips, accentuating them without covering much. The deep-v and the circle around her hips came together where they were fastened to a gold ring that rested halfway between Emily's belly button and her pussy.

She loved dancing. For most of her life Emily hadn't danced. She had been shy and suffered from social anxiety - the thought that someone would see her dancing was mortifying. She had changed, shortly before she began working at the strip club, and her first time dancing in her adult life had been on stage with men watching her naked body move. Now she loved the sensation of losing herself to the music, moving her slender arms and legs, twisting her hips and her small ass, throwing her lavender hair around.

Most of all, Emily loved the attention from men. She loved the way they watched her, captivated. It made her feel pretty and sexy and free. Now she danced for an audience of one, moving her body in front of the man, rubbing against him in the VIP room in the back of the club. She loved his eyes on her, and his hands on her, but most of all she loved his hard cock on her as she gyrated in his lap.

Emily pulled her outfit over her shoulders, baring her firm, round breasts and her small pink nipples. She stared deeply into his eyes as she did it. He was looking back into her eyes with an intense desire, but the way his gaze broke to flick down to her body made Emily feel triumphant. She felt sexy and wanted and very much alive.

She also felt turned on. She was almost uncomfortably aroused as she put one leg over the man to grind her pussy on his cock through his pants and the thin fabric of her outfit. She climbed up to straddle him and worked one hand under the waistband of his pants until she felt his throbbing erection with her fingertips.

"Are you going to keep this big, hard cock all to yourself, or are you going to share it with me?" Emily put her face close to his and pouted slightly while she said it.

"Uh, yeah," the man replied. Emily unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. "How much?"

"All of it," Emily replied, leaning forward so her lips brushed his earlobe as she pulled his cock free. "Every. Last. Inch."

"No, I meant..." The man cut himself short as he felt Emily's soft, wet pussy envelop his cock. There was only a slight roughness where the crotch of her outfit, pulled to the side, rubbed on his shaft.

Emily of course knew what he meant. She wasn't a prostitute and never took money for sex. At the same time, she wasn't offended; it was an honest mistake.

"I need this so bad! I need you to fuck me like a dirty little slut," the stripper moaned into his ear. The man responded by pinning her arms behind her back and thrusting up into her hard and repeatedly. Emily cried out with pleasure.

He fucked her intensity for a short while. Then there was a tap on Emily's shoulder, and a man cleared his throat.

"Oh shit!" The man in the chair pushed Emily off of his lap and pulled up his pants in a hurry.

"You can't keep doing this kind of thing. You're going to get in trouble," the man who has just arrived said to Emily. He was a tall man whose bulging muscles were stretching his black T-shirt to its limits. "You're lucky it was me who heard you and not Vinnie."

"I'm sorry, Doug," Emily said, touching the bouncer lightly on his arm. "I just... you know I can't help myself sometimes!"

The customer dropped a small stack of bills on a table next to them and quietly left.

"Don't apologize to me, baby girl. Just don't get your cute little ass fired. You know I'd miss you."

Emily blushed and gave Doug a small hug before she pulled her outfit back over her shoulders and walked back towards the main room of the club. Doug slapped her ass as she walked past, and Emily looked back over her shoulder and giggled at him.

When the bar came into view Emily froze. Master was there.

Master was the man who had found Emily as a shy, withdrawn, awkward librarian and transformed her into what she was now. Emily didn't enjoy sex when Master had found her. She didn't enjoy attention. She didn't dance or giggle. She didn't understand how Master had changed her, but she was grateful that he had.

Emily could never remember anything about Master's physical appearance. She recognized him immediately when she saw him at the bar, but she would have been unable to describe him or to recall what he looked like later. The only part of him she could ever remember was his gorgeous, perfect cock. Being this close to it now made her mouth water and her pussy get even wetter than it has been.

Master beckoned her with one finger and Emily rushed over to him. She was excited to be in his presence and would have hurried over without the irresistible compulsion to obey his every command.

"Master! Are you here for me?"

"I am. I needed an answer to a question about you."

"What is it? I'll tell you anything you want to know."

Master chuckled slightly. "I don't need to ask you anything. I needed to see something. I think I have the answers I need now."

Emily felt like Master's intense gaze was boring deep into her. She knew that he saw people differently from how everyone else did, but she didn't really understand it. Being under his scrutiny was exhilarating, but also uncomfortable.

"There was a woman named Helen here too see you," Master changed the subject. "She's a large woman who masks her fear with anger, and who wants to be the savior she so desperately needed and never had."

Emily blinked. This was an odd way to describe someone a person had just met, but then again Master wasn't like other people. She knew exactly who he meant: she and Helen had been kidnapped together and escaped together a few weeks earlier.

"I know her. Where is she?"

"I sent her away."

"Oh." Emily hadn't seen the woman since their ordeal, and she felt a pang of disappointment that she wouldn't have a chance to see her again.

"She told me a very disturbing story. Those men who took you away, do you think they would have killed you?"

"I know they would have. They tried. Helen saved my life, but the other two girls..."

"And she said it seemed like they do this kind of thing regularly."

"I think so, Master. The house they took us to was prepared for us. There were rows of cages where they kept us. And they seemed to know what they were doing - I don't think it was their first time."

"This is a very upsetting story. I may have to do something about them." Master's brow furrowed.

"Really?" Emily's voice was small and hopeful.

"Are you surprised I would want to?"

Emily desperately wanted to lie, but she knew she couldn't. Since she had met Master she had been unable to lie to anyone, and she knew it would be hopeless for anyone to try to lie to Master.

"I am." Her voice trembled.

"Because you don't think I'm any different from them."

"No!" Emily was thrilled that her honest answer was the one she wanted to give. "You're the best thing that ever happened to me! Those men were horrible."

"But you think I'm cruel like they are?"

Emily nodded slightly. A single tear rolled down her cheek. Master said nothing and she squirmed under his gaze. Finally she added, "Fuckdoll told me about someone you named Dumb Cunt."

"Ah." Master sighed slightly and his voice softened somewhat. "You know I don't have to explain myself to you?"

Emily nodded.

"What I do isn't easy or simple. I can only work with what's there, but sometimes it isn't enough.

"If you looked at your potential, at everything you could possibly be, your personality would be like the skin of an apple on its surface. I used that potential to make you into what you are now. Not everybody has that much to work with - people like you are quite rare. When there isn't enough, the mind has to consume other parts of itself to fill in the gaps."

"Is that why Fuckdoll has no memory of her old life?"

"It is."

"And is that why I can't lie?" Emily had lost her terror when Master started speaking calmly, and now she was full of curiosity.

"No. That's more like... if you were an instrument I was playing I would call it a harmonic, I think."

"I don't understand what that means, Master."

"It's not important that you understand. Dumb Cunt was very nearly something amazing, but she just didn't have enough potential to realize my vision for her. When her mind started to consume itself her intellect caved in like a sinkhole."

"And you left her like that?"

"I'm not responsible for her." Master's harsh tone stung like a whip. "Besides, I gave her something to do. She'll be happy as long as she has something to do."

"You left her at a truck stop and commanded her to fuck every trucker who came through."

Master stared at Emily impassively until she looked away. "Well," he said finally, "I have what I came for. I suppose I should be on my way."

"Wait. Master?" Emily bit her lip nervously. Master gestured to her with one hand and she continued. "Before you go, can I please suck your cock?"

Master's eyes sparked and a smile touched only the corners of his mouth. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock without breaking eye contact with Emily.

Emily looked down and whimpered slightly at the feeling of being so tantalizingly close to Master's perfect cock. She rubbed her thighs together. She was not surprised that nobody else in the club reacted - she knew Master could prevent people from noticing things he didn't want them to see.

"I'll make a deal with you," Master said with undisguised amusement. "I'm going to order a drink, and you're going to go warm up." He grabbed a glass off of the bar and shook the ice cubes out of it onto the floor. "If you can spit a load of cum into this glass before I finish my drink, I'll let you suck my cock."

Emily nodded twice and rushed off excitedly. She quickly found a regular, a broad-shouldered man with a shaved head named Hector.

"Hector, I really need you to come with me." Emily tried to control the excitement in her voice as she took one of Hector's large hands in both of hers.

"Maybe later. I just got a beer and I'm enjoying the show." Hector gestured to the dancer on the stage with his bottle of beer.

"You don't understand. This is really important." The eagerness was seeping into her tone and her eyes.

"You okay, Amethyst?" Hector used Emily's stage name.

"I really need to suck your cock right now. Just please come with me and let me suck your cock."

Hector stood up sharply and pulled his hand from her grasp. "What are you talking about? I'm a married man."

"I'll suck your cock so much better than your wife ever could. Just please let me show you."

"That's the mother of my children you're talking about! Of course you'd be better than her. That woman hasn't touched my dick in four years." Hector leaned in and put his hands on Emily's shoulders. More softly he asked, "are you in some kind of trouble? Do you need money or something?"

Tears were welling in Emily's eyes. The sting of rejection and the sting of failing Master combined and were threatening to overwhelm her.

"I'm sorry, Hector." She touched him gently on the center of his chest, wiping at her eyes with the back of her other hand. She walked away to find another man, noting Master as he sipped unhurriedly on a clear bubbly drink and ignored her.

Emily found a greasy-haired man in baggy sweatpants who was resting one hand in his lap while he watched the dancer on stage.

"Can I take care of that thing for you?" Emily asked in her most seductive voice.

"I don't have any money for you," he said curtly. "I paid to get in and I paid for my drink. Go find another mark, I'm not spending any more money."

"You've got me all wrong." Emily sat in the man's lap and started to massage his cock through his sweatpants. "I don't want your money, I just want your hard cock."

The man looked skeptical and confused. Emily looked over at Master and saw him take another sip of his drink.

"Look, here's the thing: I don't have time to explain, but I really need a mouthful of cum right now. I'm not going to take a dime from you, I just want you to pump your hot, creamy load into my slutty little mouth. Are you going to let me suck the cum out of your cock, or are you going to make me find someone else?"

The man was stunned, but he didn't resist as Emily pulled him from his seat and led him back to the VIP room. She passed Doug along the way and remembered her earlier encounter with him. She pulled the man into a private booth and pulled the curtain shut behind them.

Emily pushed the man into the deep cushioned chair in the booth and hastily pulled down his pants. She ignored his stunned expression and dropped down to his lap. When she took his cock into her mouth it was musty and sour, his poor hygiene was apparent. She sighed into his cock before she started working her way up and down with her lips and tongue.

Emily put all of her skill into the blowjob, rolling her tongue stud up and down the shaft. She took him into her throat, swallowing repeatedly and loudly. It took her a few minutes to bring him to climax, and she closed her eyes in triumph as he pumped her mouth full of semen.

Emily stood up and ran out without waiting for any reaction from the man in sweatpants. As she came into view of the bar, she saw that Master had left.

"You're going to pay for the rental on that VIP room now, right?" Vinnie's voice at Emily's side was almost more than she could take. She bit back tears as she swallowed her mouthful of cum and nodded slowly.

*****

Emily and Fuckdoll were both slim attractive women who appeared to be in their mid-twenties. Other than that, their appearances were quite different. Emily was tall and skinny, with protruding hip bones. Fuckdoll was average in height, and her slim physique was softer, with full curvy hips and a round perky ass. Emily had firm, round breasts which appeared obviously fake to a casual observer. Fuckdoll's large natural breasts were soft and had a teardrop shape to them. Emily's hair was dyed a pale lavender color that could only possibly be artificial. Fuckdoll's hair was a natural honey blonde.

The women had dressed similarly to go out, in short skirts, matching fishnet shirts and stockings, pasties, and high heels. Fuckdoll was wearing a ruffled pink skirt with matching pink heart-shaped pasties. Emily was wearing a pleated teal skirt, and her x-shaped pasties were a shade of purple somewhat darker than her hair. Fuckdoll wore white fishnets and Emily wore black. Fuckdoll had on black stiletto heels while Emily wore clear plastic platform heels. Fuckdoll covered herself somewhat with a black leather jacket, while Emily's jacket was made from white fleece.

It was a few nights after Master had visited Emily at the strip club, and the girls were dressed to see a show. The music venue was fairly small. There was a centrally located stage, and most of the audience packed in close around it. The rest were up on the balcony, where a few benches provided the only seating.

The girls had been separated, and Fuckdoll was dancing near the edge of the crowd. People were packed in tight, and the man dancing behind her had brushed against her a few times. Fuckdoll responded by rubbing her ass on him until she could feel his erection pressed against her.

"I really need you to stick that in me," Fuckdoll said over her shoulder as she reached back to touch the man's face behind her. The move made her jacket open, revealing her barely-covered body beneath.

"You want to get out of here?" The man's voice was deep, and he had to talk loudly to be heard over the music.

Fuckdoll shook her head. She found one of the man's hands and guided it inside of her jacket. As he squeezed one breast she pushed her ass back against him, grinding on his crotch in a side-to-side motion.

"I want it right here. I want your hard cock inside me right here on the dance floor."

The man pulled back for a second, and then Fuckdoll felt his bare cock pressed against her under her skirt. She reached back to hold him by his hips as they danced, his hard cock between her legs. She wasn't wearing anything under her skirt, and her wet pussy slid against his shaft. Then she reached down to guide him into her.

She arched her back and leaned forward, lining herself up with his thrusts. She gasped and grabbed the shoulder of a man in front of her for support. The man looked to see who was touching him, and saw the gorgeous blonde rocking back and forth as she was being fucked from behind. He turned fully around and started recording her with his phone.

Fuckdoll tilted her hips forward until the cock slid out of her, straightened her back, and turned to see who she was fucking. The man was thin, with short hair, a close-cropped beard, and prominent cheekbones.

"Come with me. I want you to meet my friend." Fuckdoll grabbed the man's cock and led him by it. She walked him around the edge of the crowd to a narrow corridor. She thought she saw the bartender look up as they passed one of the venue's bars, and she quickened her pace.

She pushed open the door to the first bathroom in the corridor and found it empty. She led the bearded man by his cock to the second bathroom. When she opened that door she found Emily on her knees, gagging herself on a cock. That cock belonged to a man who was covered in tattoos and piercings.

The tattooed man looked up when Fuckdoll walked in with the bearded man. When he saw the blonde's smile, her revealing outfit, and the cock in her hand he just nodded and looked back down at Emily as she serviced him.

Fuckdoll led the bearded man a few more steps into the room so the door closed behind them. She started stroking the cock she had been holding onto.

"She looks really pretty with a cock in her mouth, doesn't she?" Both men nodded their agreement and Emily pulled back to smile at Fuckdoll. Ribbons of thick drool fell from his cock as it left her mouth, falling on Emily's thighs and the bathroom floor.

Fuckdoll gave the bearded man a gentle push and he moved forward. Emily wrapped her lips around his cock with a satisfied moan.

Fuckdoll beckoned the tattooed man over with one finger. When he was close she leaned back against the wall and lifted one leg high in the air. She rested a high heeled foot on the tattooed man's shoulder and smiled seductively at him. The man grabbed her by her thigh and moved in, sliding his throbbing cock into her warm, wet pussy.

Fuckdoll gasped and moaned with pleasure as he fucked her deep and hard. She closed her eyes and savored the slurping sounds Emily was making. She didn't have long to enjoy herself before the door burst open.

When the bearded man and the tattooed man saw the irate scowl on the bartender's face they immediately pulled up their pants and headed for the door.

"All four of you: get out of here." The bartender's tone was as icy as his glare. The other two men shuffled past him with apologetic mumbles.

Fuckdoll held out a hand. Emily rose gracefully from her kneeling position as she took it.

"Now that you've got us all to yourself, are you sure you want us to leave?" Fuckdoll asked. Emily pulled her coat back with her free hand to reveal one of her tits, barely covered in black fishnet and a purple pasty.

"Out." The bartender crossed his arms over his chest and tilted his head in the general direction of the exit.