Brooe's New Ordeal

Promptly at 8:00, a vehicle pulled into Brooke's driveway. No one got out. The driver honked the horn. Steeling herself, she left her house and walked down the pathway to the vehicle. One of the men she had encountered that morning got out of the front passenger seat and opened the rear door for her. Getting in, she saw the other man from that morning across from her. Getting back in the front seat and closing his door, that man looked at the driver and said, "Boris, this is Princess." (He made a point of using her stage name.) Boris turned and nodded politely.

When they arrived at the club, the parking lot was packed. Boris stayed in the car. The other two escorted Brooke inside. This club was much bigger than "The Doll House.." Two girls danced on stage. A number of others were mingling with customers. Brooke was led through the bar to the backstage area. A number of other girls were scampering about. One of the men snapped, "Get undressed."

As Brooke stripped, one man fumbled through a paper bag. When she was nude, he handed her some thong underwear. Putting that on, she was given the red stiletto heels. She had to sit down in a nearby chair to get them on. One of the men helped her back to her feet. The other fumbled through the bag and produced the tiara, which he place on her head. He then pulled out the single flower, which he he slipped behind her ear. The whole time, other girls were hustling about, seemingly oblivious to what was going on here.

One of the men informed Brooke, "Here is how this one works. It is a little different than where you were before. You will be expected to produce $1000 for us by closing time. How you do that is up to you. You will have a private room back here available to you." He pointed at a nearby small space not much larger than a closet. "This will be yours. When it is your turn on stage, you will perform for three numbers. For the third number, you will perform with the other dancer who will be your partner. You and your partner will always be on stage together."

Another dancer had been hanging back, nearby. Turning, he motioned for her to join them. "Linda, this is Princess. You will be partners." He explained to Brooke, "Linda is a veteran. She knows the ropes. That is why we paired you two together. Princess, just follow her lead. And remember," here he wagged his finger at her, "we need $1000 from you by closing. Now, you two are on stage next. Go up and be ready to go after this number." Then, staring at Brooke, "We will be outside watching you."

As they stood off stage, Linda encouraged her. "Don't worry, honey. Everybody is nervous the first time. You will do fine. And the $1000? For a girl as pretty as you, that will be no problem."

And then it was their turn on stage. An announcer shouted, "And now, let's welcome Linda and a newcomer, Princess. Make her feel welcome, guys!" The large audience hooted as the women gyrated. Brooke recalled the skills she had picked up at "The Doll House." She bent over the stage and shook her breasts in the faces of men on the front row. Turning around, she slapped her ass and wiggled it for them. Some of them grabbed her and shoved bills into her crotch. A few tried to do more. When their third nimber came, Linda took her by the hand and shouted in ear, over the blaring music, "I will take charge now. Follow my lead." Linda then stood behind her. Placing one of her hands on Brooke's chest and the other over her thong, Linda grinded herself against Brooke's body. She then switched positions and placed herself in front of Brooke, who performed the same acts as her partner had done. As they left the stage, a man with a clipboard collected the tips that they had received. He noted the amounts next to their names.

When their time on stage was over, Linda was complimentary. "Honey, you did fine. I think that you have a future here. Now, we need to go out and see what kind of business we can drum up in the bar. You will have to be on your own there, I'm afraid. But good luck"

Brooke briefly wondered what her husband was doing at that moment. But, with a sigh,, she noted that she had a job to do. She exited through the swinging doors into the bar. The first customer she met wanted to go to the backrooms with her. Taking him by the hand, she led him back to her space. Closing the door, she cooed seductively, "Honey, what would you like?"

"First of all," he snapped, "let me see that pussy. I want to see what I am buying." Obediently, she pulled her underwear down to her thighs. Reaching over and fingering it, he proclaimed, "Yeah, that is nice pussy. I want to fuck that."

Gasping as he fingered her (even though he had not paid). she told him, "Sure. OHHHH. A straight lay is--AHHHH_$250." She gathered her breath as he pulled his hand away from her long enough to collect the bills from his wallet.

Laying them on the counter, he lifted her onto the table. Pushing her shoulders down, he pulled her legs apart. Dropping his pants, he soon pushed himself into her. His thrusting was intense. It was certainly not the kind of sensation she had with her husband. But she jerked violently and cried out as he came inside of her. Pulling his pants back up, he said as he turned to leave the room, "Thanks, darlin'. Not the best pussy I ever had. But it was nice. Maybe we can do it again sometime."

Laying there alone on the table, Brooke thought to herself, "Please, God, don't let them all be like this."

Forcing herself up, she headed back out to the bar. She soon found a second customer for the back room. She learned that he wanted anal. He did not flinch when she told him that it would be $400. She earned every penny. She had not done this since her time at "The Doll House." Her husband did not do that with her. Like the first customer, he had little regard for her feelings. He pounded her and got himself off. That was all that mattered. Even if she had wanted to, she would not have been able to take another customer for that activity tonight.

She had to perform on stage with Linda a couple of more times that first night. Having another woman touch her sexually was difficult for Brooke. She had never even contemplated sex with another woman. She could only hope that she could get more accustomed to it with time.

At closing time, the two men escorted her back out to the parking lot. Boris had returned to pick them up. Once inside and headed for home, Brooke was told that total earnings for the night, including stage tips, table dances, and private sessions, totaled $1040. She barely made her quota. One of the men warned her to work harder next time. That was cutting it close.

The other man had some very disquieting news for her. One person in the audience, who she had not actually met, was especially infatuated with Brooke. He offered to pay $1000 for two hours with her. An agreement had been reached where he would come to her house at 10:00 in the morning. She was to be with him until noon.

Brooke was aghast. Now, not only did she have to perform in strip clubs and make herself available there to customers, but she was expected to allow men to come to her home for sex. They were turning her house into a bordello, with her as the commodity. But she could not tell them 'no.' That could be the end of her marriage, her family, both at home and at church and everything that she held dear. She hoped, at least, that he was not a a jerk.