Spring had arrived and this particular April was the hottest one on record. That was exactly what I wanted. I wasn't a particular fan of the heat, but I enjoyed the prospect of having Lacey, McKenna, and Meg dressed like sluts in public.
The last two months have been chill. Meg served out the rest of her sentence without much difficulty. She spent most of that weekend in her cage and spent Sunday night getting fucked by me, which allowed her to have an orgasm. Since then, there has been domestic bliss. My slaves have fully settled into their roles and I, in turn, have become more lenient with them. I rarely forced them to eat and drink from their dog bowls and I usually only kept one slave home with me at a time, allowing the others to do what they wanted. Meg's role in the company allowed her to work from home when needed, so I would often keep her home with me while Lacey and McKenna went to work.
Lacey was now solely in charge of the cooking. McKenna had too much on her plate between her responsibilities at work and her getting fucked by me. I wasn't lying when I said she was my favourite and she was the one I would degrade the most, primarily because I knew it affected her so much and yet she was the one with the most to lose if she tried to do anything about it. I would often remind her that she was subservient to a white dick. I didn't give a shit about her skin colour, but that aspect bothered her a lot and I used it to my advantage every chance I got.
And Meg... she was by far the most obedient and the only one willing to be here, despite the blackmail, which turned her on even more. She also had the highest sex drive of the trio, masturbating multiple times a day when she didn't get fucked. This made punishing her easy as I would just bring out the chastity belt. I only needed to one time, when she accidentally let a drop of cum spill to the ground after a blowjob and didn't lick it up. It was an oversight, but she still wasn't allowed to have an orgasm that day.
At the company, two of the original partners were immediately taken out of commission, one by a heart attack, and one by a stroke which left him alive, but forced him to retire. This was a stroke of good luck as it allowed for McKenna to have greater control of the company. They brought in an external third person to be a partner. McKenna and I leveraged this to make a side deal for his casino, which he was looking to sell, in exchange for a seat at the table. As a result, we had enough money to buy this casino for a heavily discounted price. It nearly wiped out our savings, but it was worth it. Meg's brother was promptly put in charge and in only one month, we made a ton of money.
So here we were, at the end of April, raking in a ton of passive income, which Meg made sure was compliant with the IRS, often while giving me a lap dance, which was impressive as fuck. This reminded me of that strip club that closed down. I noticed the building was for sale so I arranged a meeting that Saturday, which was the first Saturday in May. The meeting was at nine in the morning which pissed me the fuck off, but at least I woke up at seven to a blowjob from Meg.
"May I masturbate, master?" Meg asked after dutifully swallowing my cum.
"We're going to a strip club," I told her. "I want you horny."
Meg looked disappointed but accepted my decision, like she always did. It was one of the only times I denied her orgasm request, so she had no real reason to complain. Meg and McKenna joined me in the shower while Lacey cooked. By the end of the shower I was horny yet again and made Lacey blow me while the rest of us ate breakfast. I didn't want to fuck as that would take longer and we were on a tight schedule. After Lacey's blowjob, she hastily ate and showered while McKenna dressed me in a dark suit, shirt, and tie.
"What will we wear, master?" Meg asked. By now, I had completely changed my slaves' wardrobe and they contained nothing but clothes that showed off their bodies in one way or another. I selected for Meg a short red dress appropriate for the weather but showing a lot of cleavage. Lacey and McKenna were less fortunate. I dressed Lacey in a crop top showing underboob with her stomach completely revealed, and extremely short jean shorts that barely covered her ass. Lacey's "spank me" tattoo, was clearly visible above her ass. I dressed McKenna in a more "elegant slutty" way. She wore a white dress that had a deep v down almost to her navel revealing everything to the right and left of her respective nipples. The dress fell to just below her ass cheeks allowing them to pop. None of the women were allowed panties and only McKenna was allowed some support for her tits due to the sheer size of them and the necessities of her outfit.
In this manner, Lacey drove us to the strip club while I fondled Meg in the backseat.
"You must be Jack," a corpulent man in a suit greeted me, but barely looked me in the eye as he saw the women. "Yowza! Who are they?!"
"This is Meg," I introduced. "My accountant. Over there is McKenna, she is providing the financial support for this buisness, and that's Lacey, one of the prospective strippers."
Lacey gasped. I shot her a glare but the man didn't notice as he was enthralled by McKenna's cleavage. Lacey rarely screwed up like that now and I made a note to punish her later.
"S-Sorry," he stammered. "This way."
I followed him into the strip club which, despite being closed for months, still had everything there. He introduced himself as Mr. Gurakuqi and gave me a tour. I had an inspector come by days earlier and saw the place was in proper order. All that was left was to sign the papers.
"McKenna," I said sweetly, "why don't you take Mr. Gurakuqi here into the backroom and transfer the money."
"Sir," she started. Gurakuqi raised an eyebrow at this. "Sir, I don't know if we have-"
"Use company money, we'll replace it later."
"Yes, sir."
McKenna led Gurakuqi into the back and Lacey walked up to me. With a sudden motion, she slapped me across the face.
"Do you know what you've just done," I growled, standing up.
"Do your worst," she declared. "I won't be a stripper. I won't!"
"Lace, darling, did you forget your first night with me?"
"What? You're gonna whore me out again? Piss down my throat? Hurt me? No, I had enough! Send me to prison! I can't do five more years of this shit and I know you won't turn me in because then you'll have to turn McKenna in too!"
"Actually, I won't."
I pulled out my phone and brought up a video before playing it for Lacey. It was the same footage from that night, but McKenna was missing. Instead, the second person was obscured."
"That's edited!" she practically screamed in my face. "They'll see that!"
"It's corrupted," I clarified. Meg here is not only an amazing accountant, but she's a computer whiz too. The data in this particular video is corrupted beyond repair, and cannot be restored, and this is the video I would send."
"I'll name McKenna as the second person then! I'm not paying for her crimes! She can go fuck herself!"
"Lacey, I want you to think long and hard about who they will believe, a disgruntled former employee, or a successful hardworking businesswoman."
"Fuck that! I'll bring them to the penthouse! I'll show them everything! I'll come forward about what you've done!"
"All that they'll find in the penthouse is evidence of my interest in BDSM, hardly a crime. This can all very easily be portrayed as a disgruntled ex-girlfriend trying to set up her ex-boyfriend and her ex-boss because she got dumped and fired on the same week."
"I haven't been fired!"
"Oh yes you have. You were fired yesterday, wasn't she Meg?"
"Yes, that's right," agreed Meg, pulling out her phone.
"And you dumped me last weekend when you found out I'd been fucking Meg on the side. You have every motive. It will be easy to make you look like a liar, but go ahead, do it! Show McKenna and Meg what will happen to them if they try the same!"
Lacey stood there in silence for several seconds. Her face said it all. I walked toward her menacingly and, without warning, smacked her hard across the face causing it to echo.
"Strip," I ordered softly. Lacey stood still. I smacked her again.
"STRIP!" I shouted. "Strip now and your punishment won't be as bad."
"I don't want to be a stripper," she said meekly. I ran my hand along Lacey's cheek as she backed away, anticipating another slap.
"You don't have a choice anymore," I said. "You have no job and McKenna won't write you a good reference after Meg and I tell her what you did."
"Tell me what?" asked McKenna, walking back with Gurakuqi, having completed the deal.
"Um, well thanks," said Gurakuqi. "Glad I finally sold this dump. I should be on my way."
"Mr. Gurakuqi," I said, "please, stay. I'll make it worth your while. Please, wait in the backroom?"
"Um."
"I promise, it'll be worth it."
"Ok."
Once Gurakuqi was gone, I ordered Meg to recount what happened, which she did as briefly as possible. Anger flashed across McKenna's face as she looked at Lacey, who had her head down.
