"Coming at you, the one, the only, Firecrotch Rose."
Madison bites her lower lip. Once a stage name takes hold, there's no going back.
The music kicks in and the petite red head walks out before the eyes of dozens of men. The place is packed on this Saturday night.
When she sees the attention, Madison flashes a hesitant smile.
It's only been a matter of days since she gave her first night on this stage.
She still feels anxious and scared. But, somehow, the worse she feels, the wetter her pussy becomes.
Her apparel is standard lingerie, black against her ivory skin.
Hoots sound from all corners of the swallow and cash is cast at her before she even reaches the pole.
Her smile turns serious as she begins gyrating and caressing him with her lithe form.
The music is a trending rock song and she matches her movements to the beat.
The crowd that isn't being entertained by other prostitutes only has eyes for her.
Her heart beats into her throat as she slips her panties down around her hooker heels.
More cash rains until someone steps forward with a wad of bills.
She sashes to the man and gives him a show of what he could buy.
His smile isn't quite a leer. But, he's far from a gentleman.
The bra comes off and she folds her shoulders to drop it.
The man drops a stack of singles and she leans over to him.
"You're beautiful."
The words catch her off guard and if her face could run redder it would.
"Thanks," she says shyly.
He smirks, waiting patiently for her petite breasts to smack him in the face.
Madison's creamy skin steams with his breath as she draws close.
Many eyes watch her perform the lewd act. And, many more step up for the action.
But, Madison doesn't have time for all of them and returns to her dancing.
The rock song carries on and she does the occasional "tits in the face." But, soon, her time is passed and she collects her unclean earnings.
"You're a natural, Rose."
Daisy, the experienced prostitute and defacto manager of the brothel, smiles as Madison looks up from counting money.
Madison smiles. But, can't help but feel insincere.
"Just doing what so many have done before."
Daisy cups Madison's cheek, "There's nothing wrong with that."
Despite herself, Madison laughs and turns her attention to counting her earnings.
The brothel gets its cut. But, all the money she's pocketed over the last week is growing at an astonishing rate.
Rather than spending it, the bills collect in a shoe box in her apartment. She's afraid of what it would mean for her to use it any more.
Recharged for the prowl, Madison walks among the wolves.
Unlike in the beginning, she doesn't jump at the random groping.
She simply turns to the man with a professional smile.
"Firecrotch," one man in a booth of 4 addresses her. "Loved the show."
Madison's stomach turns as she takes a seat next to the man.
"I'm glad you liked it."
In some sick way, she knows it's true.
The man wraps his arm around her delicate shoulders, "I think I'd like to see the encore."
"Yes," she says with more confidence than she would days ago. "Would you like a dance?"
The man pulls out bills and lines them up on the table.
"How many songs does this buy me?"
Madison takes a deep breath. She's used to this, she convinces herself.
"Let's find out."
The dance happens in the booth and Madison feels the hawkish looks of the other 3 men.
A slow song leads the dance and Madison leans over the man's lap before straddling him.
"I'm not that good at these," she confesses with embarrassment.
He smiles, "This is a good start."
Her panties still on, she moves her breasts across his hard chest.
The smile on his face grows and Madison continues, stroking the man's member.
As the song progresses, her bra drops.
The man grows bold and cups her tits and squeezes her nipples.
"A- Ah!" she moans in surprise.
He just smiles.
Despite herself, Madison feels hot as she gyrates on the man's lap.
The song ends and a fast pop song blares.
She draws back from the man and lets her panties fall to the floor.
She feels their eyes as she steps closer to the man.
Her confidence grows and she moves her sex along the man's thigh.
The handsy man is no less so with her pussy open.
His calloused fingers paw at her mound until they find moisture.
"Nnn-" she moans.
His fingers burrow in until he finds her g-spot.
Her moaning grows until she ascends to a peak she's grown to know more intimately of late.
Her body tremors on top of him and his free hand holds her by the small of her back, her tits pressed firmly against his chest.
A rush of endorphins trigger a feeling of euphoria causing her to cry out in pleasure.
Her orgasm coats his lap as she gasps for air.
Her face and chest are flushed with blood for all to see.
By the time Madison realizes what she'd allowed to happen, the onlookers have moved on to other interests.
The 4 that remain focused have predatory looks on their faces.
The man she'd danced for pushes her away.
He chuckles, "Look what you did."
His lap is stained in her juices.
Like a deer caught in the headlights, Madison doesn't know what to do.
The man smiles, "I want to get you into a room."
She nods her agreement.
The brothel has bed chambers for privacy. But, she's never been in one before.
Eyes watch curiously as Madison leads the way.
Inside, white linens rest on a large bed.
"Okay," Madison begins. "We can..."
She hadn't noticed it when they were moving through the brothel. But, now she sees 3 extra men to the party.
"N-No," she says urgently as memories of her rape by 4 men play in her mind.
"Relax, Firecrotch," the lead man says as he disrobes.
"I can't," she protests. The rest of the men losing their clothes.
Her eyes are drawn to the hard cocks that point at her.
She tries to swallow, but her throat is too dry.
"We'll be gentle."
Madison whimpers as she's thrown to the comforter. Her only garb, stilettos.
The first man takes her by her thighs, spreading her treasure for all to see.
"Ple-" she begins until she feels his tongue on her clit. "Oo."
The man is gentle as he kisses her mound.
Unlike the rape, the men aren't forcing their way into any of her orifices. Rather, they masturbate as they watch, ready for their turn.
The cunnilingus carries on as one of the songs outside closes.
He smiles up at her from her crotch and Madison is unable to suppress the lust she feels.
He rises over her and kisses her.
