AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a work of fiction. All characters are over the age of 18.
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"You know what you're asking right?"
"I know, Dave, I know."
"When people borrow money from me, they pay it back. One way or another."
"I fucking know alright!"
"And you're willing to do what you need to for this money?"
"Yes! I wouldn't be asking if I had other options OK! I'll do whatever I have to for this money."
"...OK then. I'm at the club right now, come on down and we'll talk more there."
"Fine."
"See you soon Jenny."
I hung up the phone and looked across the bank of monitors that showed me multiple angles of every room in my club. It was still early so we weren't open for the night, but the girls were filtering in and getting dressed in the back and the guys were busy cleaning and stocking for another night of debauchery. I saw one of the front-of-the-house girls heading my way and poked my head out of the office. "Hey Candy, you busy?"
Candy turned around, startled. "Oh, hey Boss! I was just grabbing the cash drawer for the front. Need anything?" I gave her a quick look up and down. Candy was one of the smarter girls at the club and I could trust her to run the entrance. She was one of the few full-time employees I had. Being a "front" girl had a lot of advantages, like steady pay, health insurance and not having to strip. She still dressed the part though. She was tiny at only 5'2" and wore a low-cut top that showed off ample cleavage, and a short skirt that flashed her panties any time she so much as moved, with her blonde hair done up in pigtails. She had one of the easier jobs in the club, just smile, take the cover charge, and check IDs. It was nice having at least one woman around the club that I could rely on.
I smiled and opened the door wider. "I've got a new girl coming in for an interview and I need to clear my head. Could you grab me a drink and someone to help with that?"
Candy bit her lip and stepped in close to rub her hand up my inner thigh. "Will do Boss. Anyone in mind?" She said with a wicked grin. I shook my head and leaned in closer to get a whiff of her perfume. Most of the girls wore overbearing scents, something to mask their own sweat and to give their regulars something to remember them by. Candy was different though, her perfume was light and floral, a little sweet. I couldn't place it, but it wasn't cheap. Just having her this close was already getting me hard and I could feel the tips of her fingers tracing along the bulge in my pants. Candy was off limits though, no fun with the "front" girls. God she knew how to tease me though. Her fingers found my cockhead through the fabric and gave me a quick squeeze. "Some stress relief coming right up Sir."
Candy walked off towards the bar, making sure to put some extra sway in her hips since she knew I'd be watching. I grinned and sat back down at my desk, unzipping my fly to release some of the pressure I closed my eyes and leaned back in my plush leather chair. A few minutes later I heard a knock on the door and opened my eyes to see Cho standing in the doorway, glass in hand and not wearing a stich of clothing. Cho was a skinny Thai woman who learned quickly to play up certain stereotypes when she was with clients. So many guys just wanted their "Asian Sensation" and were willing to pay for it, so she played along, broken English and all. With me she could drop the act. Cho closed the door behind her and set the drink on my desk. "I heard you needed some help Sir. How would you like me?" She hadn't finished speaking before she had taken the initiative and knelt in front of me, freeing my cock from its cloth prison.
I groaned as Cho licked from the base of my 7-inch cock up to circle the head and took me deep in her throat. I pushed her back with a grunt and held out a condom. "You know how much I love your mouth, but I need to be quick here." Cho almost pouted as she tore the wrapper open and stood up to straddle my lap. I squirted some lube into her hand from the bottle I kept on my desk for exactly this purpose and she quickly coated my cock before guiding it to her pussy. Cho wrapped her arms around my neck as she sank into my lap, with a shudder. I felt her warm walls envelop my member before she pulled her knees up to tighten even more around me. Feeling her pussy flex and stroke my cock was downright magical no matter how many times I had felt it.
I moaned at the sensations and saw Cho smile as she ground her hips into mine. "Oh yeah baby! Fuck me with your big white cock!" I gripped her thighs and frowned but didn't stop her motion. "Sorry Sir. I got carried away. I do love your cock though." As if to emphasize her point she lifted her hips up, grabbed the back of my chair and started fucking me even harder. "Mmmmmmm. That's the good shit right there! I want to make you cum sir. Are you going to give me your cum?" I slid my hands further up and held her hips in place as I fucked up into her from beneath, pounding her pussy mercilessly. "OOOHHHH FFFFUUUCCCK!" With a grunt I unloaded my balls into Cho and saw her eyes fly open as she felt my cum flooding the condom. Cho moaned and leaned into me, kissing me lightly on the neck. "Feels so good to have you in me Sir. I think I'll have to get myself off before I get on stage." I grinned through my post orgasm haze.
Cho reached down and held the condom in place as she climbed off my lap before carefully slipping it off and tying it closed before tossing it in my trash bin. Without looking she reached up for a wet wipe from my desk and gently cleaned my crotch. She took her time wiping every sticky drop up from my cock, balls and thighs before stroking me lightly to milk the last few drops of cum from my shaft which she dutifully wiped clean before giving my cockhead a kiss and tucking it back in my pants. By the time she had gotten up from the floor I had gotten five crisp 100 bills from my wallet and set them on the desk. "Good girl Cho. Wish I had more time for you today." Cho took the bills and folded them neatly into her hand before sauntering out of my office to go get cleaned up before her shift. I left the door open and sipped my whisky as I prepared myself to deal with my sister.
About 20 minutes later Candy reappeared in my doorway with Jenny close behind. "Thanks dear. Close the door and handle things for a bit would you?" Candy nodded and left my sister and I to our business. "Hey there Jenny. Gotta be honest, I was wondering how long it would take for you to come to me for help." Jenny didn't say anything, she simply crossed her arms and scowled. "Take a seat and let's talk business." Jenny rolled her eyes and looked at the chair across from me in disgust before sighing and sitting gingerly down. Jenny wasn't exactly prim-and-proper, she was just kind of a bitch. She was almost 6' tall, more than that in heels, which she really didn't need since she already had long, shapely legs. With her long, dark hair and high cheekbones she looked like she was ready to step out on a runway and didn't have any reason to be in a strip club. But all the same, she was here. "Alright, I'm going to start talking, let me know when you're ready to say your piece."
I took another sip of whisky and sat back in my chair. "You tried to divorce your hedge fund manager ex-husband when you found him cheating on you with his secretary. Then you hired a bunch of high-priced lawyers but in the middle of things he revealed that he had proof you were cheating on him first with your yoga instructor. Suddenly your prenup is worth nothing and you're out on the street with basically nothing. Then our oh-so-lovely parents disowned you because they figured it would be better to suck up to your ex and his senator brother than to support their only daughter. Which, as an aside, maybe makes you think about why I cut ties so long ago. Now you're out of money, owe a shit-ton in legal fees, and because you dropped out of college to marry that asshole, you have essentially nothing in job prospects. Did I miss anything?" Jenny mumbled something, uncrossed her arms and shook her head. "Alright, give me a number, what do you need?"
Jenny leaned forward and rocked a little, her eyes staring intently at my whisky. I slid the glass across my desk, which she took and gulped, coughing. "I- I need about $25,000." She drained the glass and set it back on my desk.