Shannon And Ashley Pt 05

Previously, Shannon was abducted by a group of six men after she shared a dark fantasy with her husband. While submitting to them, Shannon struggles with her alter ego, the part of her that enjoys being a slut, the persona that her captors have named Ashley. Ashley has admitted that the men satisfy her more than her husband and has also shared her other fantasy of being a stripper. The men have brought her to Lucy's strip club where she must work if she wants to be released and go home. The manager, Mr Jerry has just gone over the rules with her and told her to get to work.

Shannon and Ashley Part 5

I did not see Dan. I did not see any of the men that brought me here and as I stood there Mr Jerry walked up behind me.

'Dan said I should call him once you've made a thousand. So you better get going.'

A thousand? Dan wanted me to sell myself to 10 guys? I felt trapped. Abandoned, trapped and overwhelmed. I stood there for a moment and one of the other girls walked over to me and asked if I was ok. I told her no because I didn't know how to get started and she gave me pointers and told me she remembered her first night. She kissed me on the cheek and went over to a customer.

I decided to head to a table with two men that had been looking at me and seemed to have called me over. As I walked I was grabbed by an arm and pulled into the lap of a middle aged man sitting with two other men. My bare cheeks rested on the rough material of his work pants as he pulled me close and his hand began to wander. We made small talk while I fought to keep his hands from groping my breasts and plunging between my thighs. Eventually I asked the men if anyone was interested in going back for a lap dance and they all smiled and said no.

They laughed at me. And rejected me.

I said goodbye and as I got up I had to be careful as the man had a finger in my thong waistband pulling it down, amplifying the fact that he had zero respect for me. I headed to the table that I previously had set out for and said hello to the two men sitting at the table. They were both older but not old.

They asked me to join them and one of the men invited me to his lap. They were kind, but still very handsy, however they didn't try to push any limits. Both men felt me, squeezing my thigh, my bare behind and feeling my abdomen just above my thong. I was little more than a piece of meat being inspected for my worth. They asked if I was new since they hadn't seen me before and I told them today was my first day and asked if they wanted to be my first lap dance.

They both were interested and stumbled around asking me if I offered anything more than a lap dance. I told them I couldn't discuss that until we were in the back and winked at them. I asked who wanted to go first and the man whose leg I sat on was eager to go.

I led Ben to my booth in the back. He was a tall man, probably 6'4" and seemed to be in good shape. I asked him to sit while I closed the curtain, then sitting on his other leg, wrapping my arm around his neck. I parted my thighs and he stroked the inside all the way up to my vagina, pressing on my thong each time he reached it.

After telling him how attractive and masculine he was and allowing him to explore more of my body, I asked him if he still wanted a lap dance or something different. He asked me what I was offering.

'Well, you can have a lap dance, that's $20 a song, or you could let me make you really happy, either with my mouth or between my legs. Would you like that?'

He asked about prices and I told him $50 and $100 because that's what Dan had told me. Then he asked if he had to wear a condom and I told him that he did. He said he wouldn't enjoy a blow job with one on and said he wanted me to fuck him. He gave me $200 and told me he was paying for his friend as well.

I put the money in my purse and put it in the small storage box. I stood in front of Ben, between his knees, and asked if he wanted to undress me. And he did, removing my bra, then my thong, feeling my breasts and fingering my vagina, now that he had purchased them.

I leaned forward and over him to grab a condom and while I did that he inserted a finger in my vagina. I asked him if I could reach into his pants and help him get ready, as I sank to my knees. I undid his jeans and pulled out his erection, stroking it to make certain it was fully rigid, telling him how impressive his average penis was.

I rolled the condom onto his cock and asked him how he wanted me to please him, offering to either straddle him or turn around and ride him. He told me he wanted to take me from behind and then took control.

He stood and turned me to the corner of the booth, lifting my right knees, placing it on the seat. He became less gentle, grabbing my ponytail and pushing my head and torso forward so that I was bent over. He leaned forward and I felt his erection against the crease of my ass and he leaned in and asked about my thick, wide collar.

'Its just part of my outfit, protects me from men choking me.'

Hearing that, he pulled back and rubbed his latex covered cock against my vagina, probing for the entrance. I reached back and placed it at my entrance, helping my customer, and he pushed in.

I had now sold my pussy, on my own.

He began to have sex with me, forcefully, and I braced myself against the side of the booth. He held my ponytail firmly, pulling my head up while pushing my back down, occasionally grabbing my nipples and harshly squeezing them. He had a fast rhythm, slamming his hips against mine. Even though I praised his sexual prowess, it was clinical for me, it was now a business transaction, I had already given up all of my dignity and self respect.

He slammed into me one last time and emptied his balls into the condom. He held me firmly in place, still inserted, leaning forward to tell me he was a regular and looked forward to seeing me again, also offering any advice I needed. Once he pulled out I turned around and thanked him, removed his condom, tied it and slid it through the hole in the floor. I quickly dressed and then escorted Ben back to his table, kissing his cheek before grabbing his friend's hand.

Ben's friend wasn't rough, and when we had sex, he had me face away, stand between his knees and lower myself onto his cock. I then raised and lowered my hips to stroke his cock while bracing myself on his knees as he played with my anus. He had incredible stamina and I began to sweat as my glutes and quads tired and tightened. Eventually he orgasmed and it quickly became time for me to find my next customers.

I had a steep learning curve in my new career. I learned that if I had to really work to convince someone to go in the back for a lap dance, then that's all they would want and I would waste my time for simply $20. It frustrated me when I couldn't sell myself for sex, which said a lot about how far my self esteem has fallen.

I also learned, or confirmed to myself, that oral sex was much more work than letting men fuck me. And it took much longer to make a man cum in a condom than when his penis was bare, especially when it was oral sex. At some point I simply stopped offering oral sex as a menu option.

I learned that men would talk to me at a table as long as I let them grope me. So I had to be efficient. I found that if I encouraged them to feel me as soon as we struck up a conversation, if I let them sneak a feel between my legs, if I felt their members through their pants, and if I quickly moved to asking if they wanted to head in the back, I was more successful in finding a customer.

And I was ignorant for not realizing sooner that I was competing with other women for the money these men all had.

I had made my rounds through the small club and I had only made $590, I gave two lap dances, three blowjobs, and let four men fuck me. I was beginning to wonder if I would ever get the money Dan expected. But just after 11, groups of men began to enter the club. As I began to work the new tables, I learned many of them had just finished shifts at businesses associated with the airport nearby.

Most of the men I met, the men that had sex with me, were nice, but a few were very rough and two of them were incredibly demeaning and degrading, ensuring that I understood just how pathetic my life was.

I had now made $990, and I needed to sell my body to one more man in order to meet Dan's expectations when a table of three men called me over. They were very nice men, all in their 30s, and they told me they all worked on the same crew at an air freight warehouse and came to the club every Friday night when their week ended.

I talked with them longer than I had other tables and they were playful when they groped and grabbed me, and I allowed them more access than others. Now desperate to finish my task, I felt each of them as they passed me around and realized I likely wouldn't be disappointed.

I finally asked if anyone wanted more than conversation at the table and they all said they did. I only needed to perform one more act, but the whore in me didn't want to disappoint any of them, and so I decided to be an overachiever.

I fucked all three of them. They didn't just fuck me like the others, I fucked them back, I enjoyed it as well. They were all kind to me, talked to me like they were my big brothers, treated me well, and they were the only people to tip me all night. And they said they hoped to see me next Friday.

I tried not to make eye contact with any other customers, I had done what I was told and I was exhausted. I was about to go clean up my booth when I remembered I still had to take care of Mr Jerry and ask him to contact Dan. I asked one of the other bouncers for him and I was told to go wait for him in my booth.

It wasn't long before he arrived and sat down next to me. I got up and shut the curtain and asked if I could sit on his lap. He opened his arms and legs and invited me in.

'How was your night?' he asked.

'It was fine Mr Jerry,' I replied.

'You certainly saw more men than you needed to, didn't you,' he said.

I agreed and then he asked, 'You really kind of like this, don't you?'

I hesitated and he added, 'You don't need to be embarrassed, I think you are really going to like it here.'

He said it as though it was a forgone conclusion that I was going to work there. He told me stand up and he took several pictures of me, from the front, the side and the back, telling me he was going to put them on the website. He continued, taking some from behind as I bent over, then having me kneel for him.

I asked him not to put them on the website and he told me my face wouldn't be there until I began dancing regularly. But the ones without my face would be on there by Monday.

'Dan tells me you love black cock. Is that true?'

'I do Mr Jerry,' I told him. I'd like to say I was playing a role but that really wasn't the case.

'Why don't you take a look at what I have for you.'

I undid his black jeans and reached in, feeling his soft penis and pulling it out from his boxers. It was heavy and meaty, and it was a very dark tone, a stark contrast to my pale skin.

'Why don't you put it in your mouth and get it hard.'

I began to stand to get a condom and he stopped me.

'I don't do condoms. But while you are standing, why don't you do some dancing for me and take your clothes off.'

I began to dance for him, doing my best to be sultry in my movement, occasionally allowing my hand to brush his penis and eventually removing first my bra and then my thong, then sinking to my knees. I took the head of his penis into my mouth and began to stroke the shaft.

'You need to keep your eyes on me. You're mine. I'm all that matters to you when you're here, especially right now.'

I couldn't argue with him and I did my best to maintain eye contact while my lips and tongue stimulated his growing erection. He was impressive when fully erect, my hand wasn't able to wrap fully around his girth, and he stretched the lips of my mouth. He took several pictures and then told me it was time to get on his lap

I climbed up onto him, straddling his broad hips. I stared into his eyes with a hand on his shoulder, lifting my pelvis and reaching behind me for his shaft. I nestled his head into my lips at my entrance and slowly lowered my body onto him. He filled me and stretched my vagina like it hadn't been that night, maybe ever.

I began a slow rhythm of rising and falling experiencing the sensual feel of him sliding within me. As we looked at each other, he told me that if felt incredible and then told me to look down and watch my body wrap itself around his cock.

'Watch as you impale yourself and take my black cock into you and then see it glisten as you lift up'

I watched and the visual arousal in addition to the physical stimulation was moving me quickly towards an orgasm.

'Look at me now. Look at me as your climax builds inside of you, that feeling between your legs, your desire for black cock. Stare at me and realize how incredible I make you feel.'

I stared into his eyes as it continued to build within me. I tried to keep a steady pace, to extend this near euphoria that I was feeling. I wanted this. I was desperate for this. I held him closely and could feel his breath on my breasts as I tried to control myself.

The pressure within my pelvis grew along with the tension in my muscles until my body erupted into coordinated waves of contractions and spasms, emanating from within me, between my legs, racing down my thighs, making my calves tremble, washing over my abdomen, through my breasts, making them hyper sensitive, and into my throat. My mind tingled and raced with electricity, filled with white and pink flashes, embraced with a warm glow of exhilarating contentment.

It seemed like forever, but ended too soon.

I held on as it subsided but when it was over, I realized how tightly my arms were wrapped around Mr Jerry. I kissed him, now feeling an incredible desire, a desire to not only provide him the same incredible release, but to experience that again.

I continued to stare into his eyes, now feeling connected to him, as my body moved up and down his magnificent erection. I could no longer hear the music from the club, the sounds from surrounding booths, it was now just him and me. I held him, caressed him, I wanted him to desire me.

I began to adjust my movements, my rhythm, trying to find the motion that would bring him pleasure, and I did. I saw a change in his face if I slightly rotated my hips back as I raised and lowered, applying a slight amount of pressure from the front of my tightly stretched vagina. I also found that lengthening my strokes, rising until the head of his cock was nearly out of me before taking him back in had an affect on him.

He closed his eyes and I asked him, 'Mr Jerry, please, look at me.'

He stared at me and moved his hands to my hips and after a few more strokes, held my hips down, forcefully impaling me on his erection. He so tightly fit in me that I felt every pulse, every spasm, every jet of his semen. I shared his orgasm, his incredible orgasm.

He held me in place, still inserted in me, his cock refusing, for the time being, to soften. We stared at one another as he held my hips and I caressed his neck.

'You are amazing,' he said.

I smiled. In that moment, it meant everything to me for him to say that. I kissed him.

'I don't know who you were, or where you came from, but I think you know now that this is where you belong.'

My mind raced back to reality, 'I can't, my husband.'

He looked at me, 'I get it. You think you need to go back to him. But if you are honest with yourself, you want to be here. Let me ask you, how many men did you bring back here?'

I counted in my head and then told him, 'Sixteen, no seventeen. There were 2 lap dances, 3 blow jobs, and 11 fucked me and then you.'

He laughed and shook his head, 'You had sex with 14 men and me. And you didn't like it?'

'I loved it with you,' I said as I kissed his cheek. 'The others, I didn't have a choice.'

'That's bullshit,' he replied, 'You didn't have to, you wanted to. And you certainly wanted this. And you can go home, but it'll never be this and you'll never be able to forget this.'

I didn't want to admit it but he was right. I already wanted him to fuck me again, and his large penis was still inside of me.

'It's time for me to take you to Dan. Why don't you get up and get dressed. Don't throw your used condoms away. Dan wants you to put them in your purse.'

I lifted myself off of him and a huge void was created within me. I felt our mixture of juices slowly leaking onto the engorged folds of my vagina. I climbed off of him and held his penis, sinking to my knees and taking him into my mouth, tasting the coating on him, tasting our juices. I took as much of him into my mouth as I could and licked the rest of his shaft and balls before tucking it back in his boxers.

As I stood up, he pulled me in and held my ass.

'You'll be back Ashley, that tells me everything, you'll be back. And next time, after I make you cum, I'm going to move to your ass and make you cum again while I fuck that tight little hole.'

He smacked my ass hard and told me to get dressed. My mind was already imagining how it would feel to have that large erection in my ass.

After I had slid my thong and bra on, I opened the floor board and collected the used condoms, putting them in my purse, now full of money and condoms.

Mr Jerry escorted me through the club and several men waved and I smiled back, a part of me hoping to see them again. When we stepped outside, it was absolutely frigid but I was somewhat relieved, believing I was headed home. He brought me to the white van parked in the back of the lot.

'Thank you Mr Jerry,' I said and gave him a kiss, my libido still heightened because of him.

He looked down on me as Dan rolled down the window and the men slid the van door open. 'You'll be back and I will see you again. Make sure it's a Wednesday. You dance next time. And remember what I said about our next encounter.'

He pointed in the van and as I began to climb in, he smacked my ass very hard. He and Dan talked for a few minutes before he walked away and Dan rolled up the window.

The van was warmer than earlier. Dan asked for my purse and I handed it to him. He opened it, studied it's contents and then looked back at me.

'Fifteen?'

'Yes. But one of them was Mr Jerry.'

'Thanks for clarifying,' he said sarcastically. 'I think you proved to yourself that you're more Ashley than Shannon, right?'

I told him, 'Yes.'

'Have you had a chance yet to think about the fact that you did that all on your own? None of us made you do it, we left and you willingly had sex with fifteen men. And more than you needed to. Did you like sitting on the men's laps and enticing them?'

I tried not to answer but he wasn't going to let me ignore the question. 'Not at first,' I said.

'There you go. I do appreciate the honesty from Ashley. So much better than stubborn Shannon, the one that's embarrassed of the real you.'

He handed the purse back to me.

'One last question and then we need some pictures for your scrapbook. Did you turn yourself into an object and just let the men fuck you? Or did you kind of like it with them?'

I answered him directly, 'Some of them it was just a transaction, most of them. But some were kind and I, well, I guess I made it a little more.'

'What about Jerry?'

I told him I wasn't answering.

'I knew you would love it if you just embraced who and what you really are.'

He had me pose for two pictures. One on my knees in my thong and bra, displaying the contents of my purse, the money inside and the condoms hanging out. Then he made me undress and lay down, placing 11 of the condoms on my thighs and abdomen around my well used vagina, and then three on my face. It was a pose meant to degrade and remind me of what I had chosen to do. They told me to smile as they took the pictures.