He pushed the pills toward me before sinking back into his executive chair. He pressed his fingertips together in a steeple and glared at me. Maybe, he was hoping I would refuse. My body was shaking from the stress of confronting the fat bastard. The cold air from the overhead vent blowing on my wet outfit contributed to my misery.
Carmen said, "Stop wasting my time and take the damn pills."
I knew he was right. I would never make it until closing. Hopefully, he wasn't lying about what the pills were. In the end, it didn't matter. He had all the power, and I had no desire to discover what Carmen considered to be a fitting punishment. I remembered how the bastard had ordered Alberto to rape me with the big, cold, glass dildo sitting on the desk in front of me and beat my bare ass until it was red hot.
I reached for the pills with shaking hands and choked them down. I drained the bottle as Carmen watched with his habitual frog-like smirk.
Alberto came into the office and said he needed to talk to his boss in private.
Carmen dismissed me with a smile on his fat face. "Just to show my appreciation for doing a great job entertaining the Japanese, I'm going to let you take a break until your performance on stage. You have twenty minutes to fix your makeup and brush your hair. I suggest you make the most of your break. You look like you were ridden hard and put away wet."
Carmen laughed and said, "Alberto, do you get it? Haha, put away wet. Her clothes are soaked. Ok, now get out. Tiffany, I'll see you on stage later. Remember, we are going to auction off your outfit. Maybe when you're nudo, you'll stop bitching that your clothes are wet and ruined."
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Fifteen minutes later, when I was fixing my makeup in the dressing room, I realized Carmen had lied. Of course, the bastard lied. Oh, the pills were speed, but somehow he had spiked the water with ecstasy. You might ask what difference it made since I didn't have a choice. Well, it made all the difference in the world.
The drugs' effects from Carmen's bottle of 'pure' water were getting intense by the time I strode out on the stage for my pole dance routine. I felt strangely energized and confident. There was one advantage to having a wet outfit. I didn't have to worry about my bottoms falling off. Still, when I glanced at the large TV monitor, I could see my nipples through the translucent top. The bottoms were hanging off of one hip, and the thin cotton was molded to my swollen pussy lips. The Dollhouse crowd loved the look.
At the end of my routine, I took a bow. I strolled along the edge of the stage and let men shove money into my waistband.
When I turned toward the door, Carmen put his arm around my waist and announced to the crowd, "I'm sure a lot of you were across the street last Saturday night watching our sweet Ice Princess perform. I have to give credit to that asshole Tony for coming up with the idea of auctioning off her clothes. So I'm going to steal his idea. Right now, we are going to auction off Tiffany's top. Her last set will be around 1:00 when we auction off her bottom. We'll let the winner of each auction remove the item themselves. They can help themselves to a good feel of whatever part of Tiffany's body was covered by the item. So let's start the bidding at one hundred dollars for her top."
My top went for a hundred and forty dollars. A big guy with a large gut and suntanned arms won the bid. He was hammered and had trouble climbing the stairs to the stage. He wrapped his muscular arms around me from behind and ground his crotch against my ass. I squealed when he shoved his hands under my top and mauled my tits. His sour breath smelled of stale cigarettes and cheap beer.
I squealed when he pinched my sore nipples. The audience cheered and urged him to stop wasting time removing my top. When he ripped the wet garment over my head, one of the flimsy shoulder straps snapped. The brute quickly returned to abusing my breasts. My tits filled the big-screen TVs in the room. Carmen let him continue molesting me until the drunken fool forced his hand down the front of my PJ bottoms. Alberto tossed him off the stage like a sack of potatoes. I pulled up my bottoms and fled to the dressing room in tears.
Alberto gave me ten minutes to recuperate before he sent Ashley in to get me. Naturally, when I returned to the floor, he reminded me to smile. Carmen's number two wanted me waiting on tables and giving lap dances until my last dance set. He kept my top and said one of the girls would take it to the changing room.
I was the new girl at The Dollhouse, and I got repeated requests for lap dances. Every time I returned to the bar for drinks, I pulled wads of money out of my waistband and put it in the tip jar. I was in a trance from the sake, lack of sleep, and the mixture of drugs Carmen had given me. The effects from the second dose of ecstasy kept getting stronger and left me aroused from all the male attention. The love drug stripped me of my normal haughty response to unwelcome touching of my body.
At Tony's club, the customers had been forbidden to touch the dancers even during a lapdance. None of those rules applied at The Dollhouse. Alberto's only concern was that the club was paid for any activities listed in the menu on every table. Groping wasn't one of the items listed, so the drunken throng felt free to fondle the girls.
Thanks to the ecstasy's increasing effects, I was beginning to enjoy being caressed as I waited on tables. My lap dance customers delighted in sucking on my breasts and sliding their hands under my skimpy bottoms. The horny men's grasping fingers just made me grind my sex on their erections harder.
I gave up trying to keep their hands off of my pussy, but I did my best to discourage them from penetrating my vagina for fear Alberto would discipline me for giving it away free. Carmen had warned the crowd when he auctioned off my top that if they wanted to fuck me, they needed to win the auction for my bottoms.
Eager men laughed at my feeble attempts to block their invading fingers. Rough hands tugged my bottoms halfway down my thighs while I clutched the waistband with both hands and struggled to pull them back up. My body shook as men competed to grab my nearly hairless mound and squeeze my bare ass cheeks. Fingernails rasped across my exposed clit. I screamed in response to a mixture of pain and pleasure. I was getting more aroused by the minute and realized I was only moments away from being gangbanged by a room full of big sweaty men. What frightened me was that I was aroused by the threat of being fucked by everyone in the club.
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The Doll House crowd got wilder the later it got. The waitresses were left alone while carrying drinks, but it was all hands and mouths once they had served a table. Returning to the wait station was like running the gauntlet. Thankfully the men were generous with their tips, and the bouncers were around to make sure the men paid for any extras off the menu.
I was on edge as I carried a tray of drinks to the table in the dark corner where the college boys had raped me. I had to walk past the table with the construction crew and saw Ashley giving John a naked lap dance. When I got closer, I was shocked to see that my best friend was enthusiastically riding the burly foreman's fat cock. I'd never seen anyone having sex before, and watching my best friend happily fucking the rugged man in public was like a punch in the gut. My first reaction was naturally one of disgust, but my second reaction surprised me. I felt intense jealousy. Despite my anger, I couldn't take my eyes off the pair.
Alberto was collecting the money the crew chief had paid to fuck the pretty dancer. Carmen's assistant looked up and scowled at me.
What have I done wrong this time?
John noticed me standing around gawking and blew me a kiss.
I felt my whole body blush as I hurried to the table in the back corner. The new occupants of the table were EMTs who had just gotten off their evening shift. They were drinking fast to catch up with the rest of the men in the bar. The friendly men insisted that I drink a shot of tequila with them. My sweaty body was burning up from the ecstasy, and the cold beer chaser felt refreshing.
The boldest man at the table leaned toward me and ran his hand up my thigh. He slid his warm hand under my boy shorts and caressed my firm ass. I didn't resist when he pulled me between his widespread thighs.
