Muchos gracias Sexy_Curves!
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One of the professional strippers was waiting for them outside the door. The woman looked right at Andrea. "Hey. I'm Kitty. The boss wants to talk to you. I think he wants to give you a job," she said. "C'mon."
She looked at Julie after hearing what Kitty said about the boss wanting to give her a job. "Give someone else a dance Jules, I'll be back in a minute," she said to her nodding towards the booth of guys that Andrea had been dancing for earlier. "They've got cash," she smiled as she followed Kitty.
Kitty led her through the club, back into the dressing rooms area. The pros were all flitting about, getting ready for their upcoming dances or hurrying out to do more lapdances or privates. Kitty led her to a wooden door, which had a simple sign across it: "MANAGER". Kitty knocked. "I've got her, boss! The girl that won!" she said.
"Bring her in! It's open!" Kitty grabbed the doorknob and turned it, opened it, and waved Andrea inside. It was a very small room, cluttered with papers and files. There was a desk with a computer and a chair on either side. The boss, the same guy who had given her the prize earlier, stood up, a big smile on his face as he came around the desk and pulled the chair out for her. As she sat down he closed the door behind her. "Andrea, right?" he asked her.
He suddenly flipped the deadbolt lock on the door.
"So, Andrea, you think you can come into my club and turn a few tricks, huh?"
She looked at him as he walked back over to her. "I just came out to dance and make a few bucks tonight," she said, not admitting to anything right away.
"Don't bullshit me, bitch. A very loyal customer informed me that you said you were very good at 'other things' than dancing, and that a fuck would be three hundred dollars," he said, standing right behind her. He put his hands on her shoulders, squeezed them, hard. "This is not that kind of place, honey. Did you know if that had been a cop you were offering your services to, that you, and me, and all the rest of the girls would be getting hauled off to jail right now?" His grip tightened, painfully on her shoulders, and he was leaning over her, growling in her ear. "I don't fucking need that. You fucking whores ought to know better. Well, guess I'm gonna have to teach you a lesson," he said. He suddenly grabbed her by the throat and pulled her backwards, towards him, causing the chair to tip backwards. He stepped to the side and knelt down next to her once she was on her back on the floor, squeezing her throat with one hand and unzipping his pants with the other.
"You want to turn a fucking trick? I'm gonna be your first one for the night," he said. "But you're gonna pay for the pleasure of letting me fuck you!" He grabbed at her brastraps, pulling them down, exposing her tits and the money she had stashed in there. He pocketed the cash, all of it.
"Please no" she whispered before his grip on her neck tightened even more, her face getting red and hot. She tried fighting him off, pushing and scratching at his strong arm, whimpering again as he pulled her hair, forcing her to her feet, and then threw her down roughly onto the desk, so that her ass was facing him, scattering papers everywhere. He came up behind her as she gasped for breath, grabbing her arms and pulling them behind her back.
She felt the familiar cold click of handcuffs binding her wrists together behind her back.
"Please no, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," she whimpered, pleading with him. "We'll leave, I'm sorry," she added afraid of what he was going to do.
The club owner grabbed the lacy red thong she wearing and tugged it down to her feet. He grabbed one of her feet and pulled the thong off. She winced as he kicked her ankles, forcing her legs wider as she bent over the desk. She knew she was in trouble, and the door was locked. Even if Julie found out what was happening, there was nothing she could do right now. "It's a little late for sorry, bitch," he said, jerking his cock up and down, getting it hard. "My girls have a reputation to uphold. One cunt like you starts turning tricks in here, and word gets around, and soon the customers start asking all the girls to fuck. We can't have that."
"I'm sorry, I didn't, I never" she whimpered, trying to think of something to say, something to get out of the situation she was in. She stayed still, his strong hand holding the small of her back down, forcing her against the desk as he probed at her pussy, roughly forcing two fingers in deep.
"You like it rough, huh? Well, the girls will be pretty rough with you once I'm done," he growled, withdrawing his hand and grabbing his cock with it. He rubbed the head between her folds and then pushed it inside her, groaning as he did. "Fuck, that's good, you'd be worth paying for, I gotta give ya that," he said, grabbing her hips and thrusting his full length into her. He started thrusting deep into her. He reached forward and grabbed her hair as he did, wrenching her head painfully back, so she was looking at him over her shoulder. "Never fucking come back here, cunt. And make sure your whore friends know what'll happen if they try turning tricks in my joint."
"I'm sorry" she whimpered again. She thought for a minute that he had finally accepted her apology, but was seriously mistaken. She cried out loudly as he pressed his cock against her asshole, spreading her cheeks with his hand, pushing his thick cock deep into her ass. Her eye makeup was staining her face, crying as her hips bucked beneath him, pleading with him to stop.
Her pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears. He continued his assault on her, his dick pumping in and out of her tight little asshole. He smacked her buttcheeks, the slapping sound filling the small room. His cock plunged deep into her, over and over. She had no idea how long he raped her for. Andrea whimpered loudly as he fucked her ass, her body writhing beneath him, a mix of pain, fear and shock. She winced as he forced his fingers deep into her dripping pussy. She stayed still as he tensed behind her, his body jerking deeper into her as his cock twitched. She closed her eyes as she felt him fill her with his thick white cum.
He pulled out of her when he finished cumming, and unlocked her handcuffs. "You deserve a fighting chance, at least," he growled as he grabbed her hair again, pulling her off the desk and back to the door. He unlocked it and opened it. Kitty and a couple other strippers were waiting outside. "She thinks you're all a bunch of whores," the boss said, shoving her out towards them, her bra hanging halfway off, her thong still around one ankle.
"Is that so?" Kitty sneered, grabbing Andrea and pushing her up against a wall. "You think this is some kind of whorehouse, cunt?"
Andrea shook her head no, looking at Kitty. "No I never said anything like that," she whispered, her voice shaky, her body trembling as they all moved closer to her.
"No? You don't think this is a whorehouse? Then why did you tell one of our customers he could fuck you for a few hundred bucks, you filthy fucking whore?" Kitty demanded to know. She didn't give her time to answer, instead slapping Andrea hard across the face.
"I'm sorry, I never said anything like that" Andrea cried, her hand moving to her face.
