Date: Sat, 05 Jan 2019 21:28:58 +0000
From: Samantha Burnett <samerotica@protonmail.com>
Subject: Hostess at Ladies Night, Part 4 (Lesbian / Authoritarian)

Hostess at Ladies Night Pt. 4
By Samantha Burnett

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This is a sequel to "Hostess at Ladies Night Pt. 4", and you should
probably read that story to understand this one.

This story contains: Lesbian, Humiliation, Objectification, Reluctance,
Anal, CFNF, NonConsent, Violence

Not suited for minors. Copyright by owner. Please donate to things you care
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It had been a month since I had left those two monsters crying, drowning in
humiliation. I promised myself to never enter that world again, period. I
wasn't a prostitute. I had acted as one a few times now, but really, it
wasn't who I was. I was deeply ashamed of what I did, and I wanted to cut
it out of my life.

I didn't leave the house for three days when I got back from that
embarrassing Uber ride. I felt goose bumps when I first reached into my
wallet and found 700 dollars there. Jesus. Should I even spend that money?
Was I seriously going to spend money that I made.. selling my body? But
after insisting on paying with cards instead of using that money, I got
over it, and just used it as pocket money, taking small amounts with me
every time I went out. I had earned it the hard way, after all.

I didn't really think about the whole thing after that month. I blocked the
adventure from my mind, and if anyone came up to me and ask me for
something like that again, I'd simply ignore them. I'd deny I ever did such
a thing. I'd make them believe they were mistaking me for someone else.

Sure, there was the paranoia at first. With any woman remotely looking like
someone at the party where I had "performed". And whenever an older woman
looked me straight in the eyes, I trembled and looked away. But eventually,
I got over that too. I was a student, and I was going to concentrate on
studying. Which I did. I felt happy doing it, and I made sure I never
visited the areas of the city again where I'd be reminded of my slight
mistake. I blocked it all.

Until one unfortunate day. A phone call from "club", as I had put The
Stiletto in my phone months ago. No. I wasn't picking this up. Why were
they calling me? But no. I wasn't that person anymore. That life did not
exist for me anymore.

Minutes later, another attempt. Nope. Not doing it. That world is
poison. About twenty seconds after the second attempt, a message. "Pls call
back, something with the paperwork. - Jen"

I felt very conflicted while I was staring at the display of my
phone. Paperwork. Sure, it seemed harmless enough. But I had promised I
wouldn't have anything to do with these things anymore. I was going to be a
student, and that was that.

But what if there was actually something wrong with the paperwork? What if
something came from it? If that was the case, then all of this would stick
with me even longer.

After an hour and a heavy breath, I then finally pressed the button to call
back. Getting a connection after the dial tone seemed to last forever, even
though it was a matter of seconds.

"This is Jen," a familiar voice then answered.

I had to try to keep calm when I heard her voice. But it wasn't like she
mistreated me or anything. She let me work at her club for a night, that
was it. What I did after that, that was my own responsibility.

"Hi, this is Samantha. I got your message about some paperwork?"

"Oh hey, yeah, glad you called back. Crystal, right?"

I got a slight smile on my face as I heard my stripper name, but I really
didn't want to get into that character again.

"Mhm, yeah."

"Yeah it turns out there are one, no two, missing forms that I need filled
out and signed before the end of the year, or else the IRS will be on our
ass. Oh, and there's one other form you filled out but forgot to sign. If
you could drop by maybe today or tomorrow, it would be appreciated."

I hesitated. She wanted me to drop by? But I didn't want to be a nuisance
to Jen.

"Eh, yeah, I can drop by tonight if that suits you," I finally answered.

"Great, see you then," she answered quickly, as if she was in a hurry, and
ended the phone call immediately.

Alright, fine. I was going there to get this over with. In and out. It was
very much against my rule of never, ever wanting to have anything to do
with that world again, but this seemed to be the last hurdle to clear
before I was done.

That night, I took the subway to the area where it all started. I was
wearing regular, boring clothes. I would just go in, sign whatever needed
to be signed, and go home.

Once I arrived and I saw the small neon sign saying "The Stiletto", it gave
me a strange feeling. Yes, this was a bad idea. Yes, I should have never
gotten into it. Yes, I did end up in a bad situation because of it. Because
of my own stupidity. But I couldn't deny that even now, it gave me a bit of
a thrill. No. Don't be ridiculous. In and out, and that was going to be it.

I pressed the buzzer next to the door, and a bouncer opened. I couldn't
look into the club, as this was only where the changing rooms were. I
should have taken the backdoor, probably. He looked at me, and almost
wanted to ask for the entrance fee. I realized it must be ladies night
tonight again, actually. Was it the first Tuesday of the month? This was a
strange coincidence.

"Oh, no, I'm actually here to see Jen," I answered just as he mentioned the
entrance fee was 15 dollars.

"Oh ok, I'll call her," he said, just when I saw Jen walking into the
entrance area.

"Rob? Rob? Have you seen -" She looked at me. "Oh, hey, you're here. Come
on in."

"Hi," I smiled slightly at her, in a polite way.

"Let's walk to my office," she said, seemingly in a hurry.

Just even seeing her face brought back memories. She was the boss here. She
made sure all the girls were doing their thing. Including me at one point.

I followed her. She actually walked through the club to get to the back,
where her office was, upstairs.

It all came back to me. The small round tables, the stripper poles, the
loud music, the groups of people, girls in their overly skimpy outfits and
super high heels parading around and trying to convince the women sitting
down to "buy them something from the card". I swear I even saw the woman I
had my first encounter with. God, I was so green. I had no idea what I had
gotten into.

I even saw the light on in the VIP area, behind the beaded curtain, where I
had spent some time with those... gang people. I wondered if they were up
there tonight. Missy, and what was the name of the younger, very gangster
looking girl? Gab, that was it.

"Oh, I got a favor to ask you actually," Jen said as we walked to the back,
lightly grabbing my upper arm, leading me along.

"There's a bachelorette party in the back, and they called upfront asking
for a blonde girl because the bachelorette has a thing for blonde, but
Ariana just called in sick. I don't have any other blonde girls, so what do
you say. To return the favor, so to speak," she continued.

Her request took me by surprise, to say the least.

"Well, I eh.."

"Some regulars were asking about you by the way, told me you did some by
the hour gigs on the side for them," she continued.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"Of course that's against the rules, but hey, I know how it goes. But the
owners don't appreciate it, just so you know, they want to keep those
activities inside the club."

She talked at a fast pace. I felt goose bumps on my shoulders, on my
neck. She actually knew..? Who could have told her? Debra, or Kath? Or that
birthday woman..?

"I mean, it was just a.."

Again she interrupted me.

"So how about it, a little striptease and a lapdance for the bachelorette
group, to return the favor, and we'll call it even?"

I really wish I was more assertive, as moments later, while the apparent
paperwork was still waiting in Jen's office, I came out of the dressing
room wearing a very small, red thong with small silver studs running over
two thin straps over my hips, and a cleavage showing bra matching the exact
same style. And let's not forget - the kind of shoes I promised myself to
never wear again.

The plain way my face looked when I came in made way for the dark kind of
make up I was wearing the first time I was here, and even more excessively,
when I was with Kath and Jen. I looked like a hostess girl again.

Why? Why was I in this situation again? Why didn't it stop right there?

But walking into the club with Jen leading me to the corner where the
bachelorette party was, I felt eyes on me from all sides, just like the
first time I was here. Again, I seemed to be wearing the skimpiest outfit
in the club. I'm not even sure why Jen picked this one, and not something
that looked at least like I was wearing a dress. I just assumed it was
because of my special assignment.

A woman tugged at Jen's arm. "Is she free later?"

She was obviously staring over my very exposed body. I couldn't believe I
was in this position again. Giving everyone the impression that I was for
hire. My body for teasing and playing with, for a few bucks.

"Who knows, check back later," Jen answered, implicitly suggesting that I
might work off a few more clients.

I was very convinced that I wouldn't, and I just smiled politely at her.

"Hi honey," she then spoke directly at me.

It gave me goose bumps. Yes, it should have felt degrading, being looked at
like that, and talked about as if I couldn't do the talking or handling of
business myself. But again, it gave me that feeling of intense arousal. My
huge guilty pleasure. But no, I shouldn't.

I just managed to respond with a quick "hi" before Jen and I continued to
stroll towards the corner, while I saw heads turn to check out "the new
girl" yet again: me, since it was obviously only my second time here.

A group of four women eyed me curiously when Jen and I were finally
standing in front of them, in a far corner of the club. It seemed to give
us some level of privacy at least, which felt good. Sure, there was another
booth right next to it, but it seemed much quieter than the middle of the
club, where I had to 'perform' last time I was here.

The women weren't that much older than me, probably in their late twenties,
early thirties. Still, I was the young one, and obviously the pretty
looking entertainer girl, if only for the outfit I was wearing.

"Hi ladies, this here is Crystal, she's here for the lapdance for the lucky
girl, which was who again?"

I just stood there next to Jen, smiling at them. It was the first time
while in the club that I didn't really feel that nervous. As if I was in
control. As if I was the tough one, the hero.

"Me."

"Me."

A few of them responded, jokingly, laughing. It made me laugh. They seemed
like a fun group even.

"Ok, it's her." One of them finally pointed to the girl in the middle, a
slightly chubby, blonde girl with a cute, blushing face.

"Alright ladies, you can touch her tits and her ass, but her pussy is off
limits unless you negotiate with her. Have fun."

It made me blush slightly, as suddenly my body was being objectified by
talking about my private parts like that.

Jen then turned to me quickly, leaning towards me, talking quietly, while
holding my upper arm.

"So do a little striptease, they paid for fully nude, then when they want
extras, you can take them, and when you don't feel like it, just tell them
that for more you can take them upstairs, they don't have that kind of
money anyway. Alright?"

I nodded. "Okay."

"Alright, get to work."

Her grip around my upper arm tightened, as she half turned me to the
group. Finally, she let go of my arm, and left to tend to other things in
the club.

I had to get to work. While the group of girls, all sitting in a row next
to each other, watched me in anticipation, I walked up to the girl who was
apparently going to get married, and started dancing for her. Sensually
swaying my hips, teasingly running my hands over my body. This was actually
more like what I had imagined this experience to being the first time. This
was exciting.

"Does she look a little bit like that Corey girl you made out with?" One of
them asked the bachelorette. "We asked for a blonde girl because you
mentioned she was blonde."

The girl laughed, somewhat nervously, surprised.

"You seriously asked for that?"

Her eyes wandered over my body once more, even though I could tell she was
slightly embarrassed about this whole thing still. I came closer to her; it
was actually fun to tease her a bit.

"No this one is eh.. younger, and prettier," she then admitted. "God I
can't believe you guys!" she then added, accompanied by an embarrassed
giggle.

I just smiled down at her, trying to make her feel comfortable. As if there
was nothing strange about this.

I bent down slightly, and put my knee in the small space between her and
the next girl, gently reached for her hand, and placed it on my hip. With a
deep blush on her face, she started to caress my hip. It actually felt
exciting for me.

Her hand wandered back over my butt, carefully, as I looked down on her, my
cleavage right in front of her eyes, and I could tell she was very
nervous. Her hand even felt slightly cold, sweaty.

The other girls just watched how I entertained their friend, almost
politely. Eventually I stood up straight again, and turned around, while I
kept swaying my hips.

"Okay, if I had an ass like that, I'd probably want to make money with it
as well," one of them said.

A few of the others giggled.

"Emma, Jesus. No more wine for you. You're going to get us kicked out."

"Oh come on, I'm sure she's used to worse."

I just grinned over my shoulder at them, while at the same time I reached
back and started to tug at the bra I was wearing, slowly unclasping it.

"See? She's fine with it."

I was fine with it. I had to admit that I didn't mind this at all. This was
what I might have been after in the first place. Teasing, stripping, being
admired. Sure, there would be an edge, but that's what made this exciting.

I finally let the bra slide off my shoulders, and while topless, I let it
fall to the floor, and turned around to face them again, showing off my
perky bare breasts. Everything I had promised myself not to do anymore, and
there I was. But it wasn't half bad this time, which justified doing
it. Even though I was in the exact same place where things started to get
pretty weird.

I saw them stare at my breasts, quietly.

"Can we touch them as well, or just her?" It was the girl next to the
bachelorette who asked me the question.

"A little bit is fine," I even managed to smile. They were nice, at least.

"Would you like it?" She continued.

"Emma seriously, cut it out. She's going to get us kicked out." the worried
girl responded again.

But I responded the opposite way, wanting to experience the full thing now.

"Of course I would," I answered even somewhat daringly, with a slight
smile, as I then put my knee right on the red leather couch again, my bare
breasts right in front of the bachelorette's eyes.

Again I gently reached for her hand, and led it upwards, right onto my bare
breast. For a second she looked into my eyes, blushing deeply, but with a
slightly excited smile on her face. A second later, her hand was just
gently massaging my breast.

"Whooo Mia!" shouted another one.

"Shut up," she answered with a grin, as she finally started to feel a bit
more courageous, while touching my breast, knowing she had my consent.

"Jen told us that if Mia wanted to have sex with you, she could ask you to
go upstairs with her," the girl next to her then continued.

"Mhm," I answered, remembering what Jen told me.

"So upstairs you can have sex with any of the girls here?" she continued,
just genuinely curious.

"I guess about all of them," I answered, somehow wanting to sound kind of
tough towards them.

"And if Mia wants to, like, fingerbang you?"

"Emma! Jesus stop talking like that," the other one hissed.

"Well, then Mia and I would go upstairs," I laughed quietly.

The girl kept quiet for a bit, while Mia seemed to enjoy massaging both of
my bare breasts though, and I just let her. It seemed harmless, and
somewhat exciting.

"Is it expensive?" the girl, continued. "You know, like upstairs stuff?"

"It's 200 per hour," I made up on the spot, somewhere in my mind
remembering that number from some unfortunate memory.

"Oh."

"Come on, how cheap did you think prostitutes were?" another one playfully
scolded her.

"Well excuse me, as it just so happens, I don't visit prostitutes that
often," the other one bit back.

Again, silence. I could feel the group getting a bit tense because of the
discussion, while I was now consequently thought of as an actual
prostitute, apparently.

"But she can see it, right?"

"See what..?" I answered while I was still half straddling Mia's lap.

"Your pussy?"

"Yes.. she can," I grinned slightly, remembering Jen's instructions.

I waited a few more seconds to let Mia massage my breasts, which she
obviously enjoyed, before I stood up straight again.

I turned my back to the group again, and reached for my thong. With my legs
straight, right next to each other, I hooked my thumbs under the straps on
my hips. It's something I'll never get used to, exposing myself in front of
others like that, while they're just watching. But I guess this was part of
the actual thrill. Doing daring things.

I peeled down the small red thong from my hips, all the way down, and
carefully got out of it by pulling it over my shoes, bending my knees
slightly as I did, and leaving it on the floor.

I stood back up, and teased them some more by swaying my hips, running my
hands through my hair, giving them a good view of my entire naked back. It
felt somewhat safe, being here in this corner without the whole club
watching me fully nude like this. And these girls were nice, which made me
feel brave even. For the first time, I was actually somewhat comfortable
doing this, even though it was pretty exciting.

I then finally turned.

"Beautiful," someone remarked as my blonde landing strip was now clearly
visible, my entire nude body on display, accentuated by the high shoes.

"Very pretty," another added.

"Thank you.." I said with a slight, thankful smile, before I took a few
steps towards Mia again.

I turned, and lowered myself onto her lap, my naked back towards her,
resting against her shirt, and my round butt touching her jeans, letting my
weight down onto her lap. I even had the courage to spread my legs
entirely. It wasn't like they could see it very clearly as they sat to the
side of Mia, but Mia would be able to see my widely spread legs over my
shoulder.

This time, I didn't have to encourage her; she gently reached around me and
massaged my breasts again. I slowly started to move my hips, pushing my
butt into her crotch, slightly rubbing against her, actually giving her a
lapdance. This was probably at least as exciting for me as it was for
her. Sure, it felt kind of slutty, but in a crazy exciting way this time. I
wasn't too embarrassed.

"How does it feel?" someone asked curiously.

"Well.. I wouldn't mind if she did this for another hour," Mia grinned, and
the whole group laughed.

"We'd have to take out a loan," someone joked, and more laughter followed.

I finally stood up straight again, and then turned, straddling her while
facing her this time. I took up both of her hands, and guided them to my
butt, while I started to slowly ride her lap, giving her a teasing smile.

"I think uh.. can I?" The girl next to us reached out her hand to my
breast.

"Mhm.." I answered.

I felt the other girl's hand on my bare breast, softly massaging it like
Mia had.

The girl on the other side felt more secure about it now, and she did the
same with my other breast. The first even teasingly rubbed my nipple
between her thumb and index finger, and I was slightly embarrassed by how
quickly it made my nipple stand erect.

"Mmm I think she likes it," the girl commented.

I just smiled at her. Her hand then ran down, over my flat, bare
stomach. But what I didn't anticipate, was her hand moving even lower,
towards my pussy.

"Let me check how much she -" but I interrupted her, pushing away her hand,
friendly but with enough strength to make it clear this was not allowed.

"No, no, not there, I told you, that's only allowed upstairs," I commented.

"Emma, what the fuck!"

"Oh come on, I just figured she was getting turned on and -"

"So what! She told you! That lady told you! Have you even seen the bouncer
in this place?? Do you want to get us arrested or something? Mark doesn't
even know we're in a place like this!"

"Sorry.." she finally said, looking at me, realizing they might actually
get in trouble for this.

"Don't worry, just remember," I gave her a friendly smile.

After her meek smile back at me, I continued to entertain Mia. Her hands
ran freely over my body, until I finally decided it was time to end this
unexpected adventure. I even saw the look of disappointment in Mia's eyes
as I slid off her lap, and picked up the red skimpy thong and bra from the
floor, carefully putting it on right in front of them.

"Hope you enjoyed.. have fun," I smiled at them, ready to leave their
booth.

"Thanks for the dance," one of them responded. "Thank you," I heard a few
more times.

They were a polite group. So it was possible after all. This wasn't so
bad. But I was determined to make this my last adventure here, as I didn't
even intend for this to happen. I was here to sign papers.

Just as I left the booth, a Spanish looking woman with a serious expression
on her face came up to me. She was probably in her forties, and not nearly
as tall as me, especially while I was wearing these high platform stripper
shoes.

"I'm Maria Elena Ramirez, Illinois State Police," she said, pulling an
identification badge from her inside pocket.

"Can we have a word please," she continued in that flat, serious tone.

I had no idea what was happening. Police..? Was something wrong? Did
something happen to someone I knew? But how would she know who I was?

"Uh, yeah..?" I responded.

"Your ID please," she said.

I thought she was joking. There I was, standing in that extremely skimpy
outfit, and she assumed I was carrying my ID somehow? Where exactly? But I
was not planning on making a smartass comment.

"Well it's, uh, in the dressing room," I answered, not too sure about this.

"Well, why don't you show me the way," she simply responded.

Seconds later, I was walking through the club, with apparently a police
officer escorting me all the way to the back, to the dressing room. I
didn't look around me, I didn't want to draw the attention of anyone in the
club.

Awkwardly, I walked into the dressing room, and to the locker I'd put my
things in, her closely following me, and keeping her eyes on me like a
hawk.

I got my ID out of my purse, and handed it to her.

"Mhm.." she mumbled as if she had discovered something, although I had no
idea what that would be.

"Let's go to the bar to discuss things, I need a drink," she then said.

I didn't really know what to do with the situation. She needed a drink? And
what about me? I wanted to sign off on the paperwork, and go home. But
somehow, I felt as if protesting might not be the smartest thing to do.

She still had my ID in her hand, while we left the dressing room again. I
followed her, still wearing that very skimpy outfit.

She walked towards the bar in the front of the club, and I couldn't do much
but follow her. She ordered herself a rum.

"Something light for the lady please, she probably has to stay sober," she
said to the girl tending the bar.

Without even asking, she poured me a glass of bubbling water.

"So, Samantha," she made sure to emphasize my real name. "I think we have a
bit of a problem."

I stared at her, not having a clue what she was talking about.

"I was in the booth right next where you were performing your little act in
just now. Correct me if I'm wrong, but I heard you clearly soliciting for
prostitution."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. What? What was she saying? All the
girls here do that! And it wasn't even serious!

"Oh, no no no," I waved my hands as if I could wave this whole thing away
with them, "it wasn't like that at all."

She barely let me finish my sentence.

"I think you even clearly said that if someone wanted to fingerbang you,
that would be possible upstairs." She kept quiet for a few seconds. "For
200 bucks per hour." It sounded as if she wanted to rub it in my face.

"Well, I, that wasn't at all serious, that was just to -"

"How about you shut the fuck up. I know your type, and I hear lame ass
excuses every day. So, let's try this again: Were you, or were you not
soliciting? And if you don't want to get into more trouble than you already
seem to be, the correct answer would be 'yes ma'am, I was soliciting for
prostitution'".

I kept quiet, staring at my glass, unable to believe what was
happening. Somewhere in my mind, I had hopes of getting away with it if I
admitted it now. At least the outcome would probably be better than if I
kept arguing with this lady.

"Ok, yes," I answered quietly.

"Girl, do you have some kind of personal problem with authorities? Because
if I were you, I'd be fucking kissing my feet right now."

I looked away while I felt my heart sink, and a strange feeling crawled up
to me.

"I'm afraid that wasn't all though. I know your name. And I have further
evidence on you," she said coldly.

"I want you to remember back to a particular day. It was the 21st of last
October," she said, emphasizing the date.

What she did next made me feel like I was about to black out. She held her
phone right in front of my nose, and showed a clear picture of my own bare
body, taken from above me, a black dildo in my ass. My head appeared to be
held up by an extended arm, and I remembered very well how the fingers were
hooking inside my mouth at that moment. Sure, my face wasn't recognizable,
but her pulling up this picture was not something you could call a
coincidence. What. The fuck. I sat there, frozen to the stool I was sitting
on.

"Now, I got witnesses willing to testify, in court, if I let them off the
hook for multiple counts of engaging in acts of prostitution."

I just stared at my glass. I felt a cold shiver run through my body, over
my exposed skin.

"According to State of Illinois law, prostitution is punishable by one year
of jail time. And if you go against this, I'll make sure that's going to be
more like two years. Do you have anything to say for yourself?"

The phrase was like a question, but the tone wasn't at all. I said nothing.

"Good, you are hereby under -"

"Officer Ramirez! How are you this fine evening."

I heard a slightly familiar voice from behind us. While still in shock by
what I was just confronted with, I looked over my shoulder. We both did. It
was Gab. The black gang member who guided me to perform for Missy and a few
others back when I was here for the first time, in the VIP room. The
braided black hair, the army pants, the black tank top, the tattoos in her
neck.

"'Sup Gabs, I'm a bit busy with this young woman at the moment."

"Who, Crystal right here?"

Gab took a few steps towards me, reached out, and slowly caressed her hand
over my naked back.

"That's right. She was engaging in illegal activities, in and outside the
club."

"In AND outside the club?" Gab responded to her, while still calmly
caressing my back, and I could somehow hear the sarcasm drip from her
voice.

The police officer kept quiet for a few seconds, staring at us.

"You better be kidding me, is she one of yours too?" she then finally asked
Gab.

"Officer," Gab paused. "You should know us better by now. You think we'd
let a pretty little thing like Crystal walk around in this predatory world
alone?" She grinned widely at Officer Ramirez, her white teeth contrasting
with her dark skin.

Officer Ramirez looked at the two of us, while picking up her drink, and
taking a few sips. Finally she threw all the rum down her throat.

"Well. Looks like you're off the hook then.." she said straight at me, and
stood up. "Good night," she said, putting her empty glass on the bar with a
loud knock, and left without paying, leaving me at the bar with Gab right
next to me.

I looked at her, as I felt intense relief.

"Oh god thank you so much," I said to her, while she was still had that
slight smile on her face.

"Don't you worry baby girl. I'll gladly do anything to fuck the police,"
she answered with a grin. "Now how about you come with me, I'd like you to
meet a few people."

"Sure," I agreed immediately. It seemed I wasn't going home just yet, but I
was thankful enough to agree with her.

I stood up, and walked to the back, where the VIP room was. I remembered
the beaded curtain all too well. I couldn't believe the misery I was just
saved from. That picture was so intensely confronting. Apparently Debra and
Kath were in trouble then. Good. Or at least, that's what I made of it.

"Hold it right here babygirl, time to take that pretty bra and panties
off," Gab said while she held my arm gently but firmly, right when we
arrived at the curtain.

I remembered the drill from last time. My assumption was that they just
didn't want to take risks. I knew very well that their gang wasn't
practicing the most, let's say, legal activities.

"Oh, yeah, of course," I slightly smiled at her, understandingly, and still
awash with relief and gratitude.

With a few quick moves, I unclasped the red bra once again, slid it off my
shoulders, and reached to the sexy red thong, which I peeled down over my
hips, and to my feet. I left the set right next to the entrance, while I
stood next to Gab.

"Mmm we missed you for a while," she remarked, while her eyes just briefly
glanced over my body. "After you," she then gestured at the curtain.

I walked through the curtain, completely nude except the high heels, and
Gab came in behind me.

The dim room, with its two couches across each other, the comfortable
armchair Missy sat in last time at the head of the room, the mirrors on
both sides, the ottoman between the couches. Everything was the same as
last time. Some crazy things happened here already. Was tonight going to be
as crazy?

There were no girls making out right across the entrance like last time,
only two very dark skinned women on the couch to the side, fully dressed in
wide jeans and shirts. One had braided hair just like Gab, the other was
wearing a baseball cap. Both were looking at me. There was a strong,
strange smell inside the room this time, and I wondered whether it came
from the cigarette one of them was holding.

They just stared at me from their somewhat dark corner, silently. One of
them blew smoke from the cigarette she was smoking. They looked tired, and
just there to relax.

"The boss woman is gonna be here in a bit, so I figure in the meantime you
can provide some.. entertainment, for our little organization. Being
friendly, letting them know you a little better, teasing a bit, you know,
showing off that pretty white body of yours, maybe do a few lapdances, give
a few sweet kisses, that sorta thing... you know what I'm sayin'?"

She pushed slightly against my lower back, as a sign to walk toward the two
women sitting on the couch.

"Some pussy for our soldiers," Gab said to them while we were walking
towards the ottoman in front of them.

I grinned somewhat stupidly, not wanting to take this too seriously. But
none of them laughed, one of them just slightly nodded.

"How about start right on here baby, on your knees, give them a little
show."

She pushed against my back with a bit more force, and I had no choice but
to kneel on the red, square ottoman.

If I wasn't still so very relieved about Gab saving me from that police
officer, I probably would not have had that slightly happy expression on my
face. It seemed as though I wasn't going to go home in the next few
hours. I wasn't even sure what she meant by the boss coming here. Was she
coming here because of me..? Everything was vague.

"Hi," I said when I crawled up to the middle of the ottoman, while Gab
stood right behind me.

I felt Gab's hand on my upper leg, while she talked quietly in my ear.

"Sshh, quiet and legs open baby. Use your hands," she said, while she
grabbed one of my wrists, and I felt pretty awkward as she then guided my
hand to run over my breast, over my stomach.

"Wider, other hand too, and keep moving," Gab continued. "None of that
prude bullshit, alright baby? This ain't a bachelorette party. These
soldiers just got back from a tough job, so they gotta chill. You show
yourself off good for them, give them some variety, make them feel better."

She didn't sound harsh or anything, just quiet, but her words were very
direct. I just looked over my shoulder quickly to her, nodding as if I
understood completely, and she let go off my wrist. Now I was on my own. I
awkwardly started running my hands over my upper body. Across my breasts,
over my nipples, my stomach, slowly, softly.

I saw the two looking at me, still seemingly tired and barely
interested. One of them gave the strange smelling cigarette to the other.

"I'm gonna go take care of some things, be back in a bit, make sure they
have a good time, baby," Gab said, while I nodded over my shoulder again.

Seconds later, I was alone with these quiet, dark skinned gangster
women. They were definitely gangsters. Criminals. And I was here,
completely naked in a room with them. God, I was so completely on the
spot. So vulnerable. I couldn't really concentrate on the complicated
situation I now found myself in.

I just kept moving my hands for a while like that, the two just watching
me. No sign of approval, no criticism, no remarks, nothing. And I had to
make sure they were having a good time.

At some point, I decided to take some initiative at least. I definitely
didn't want to take the risk of not doing a good enough job in Gab's
eyes. But what were they expecting? How was I supposed to know what
wasn't.. prudish, according to her?

I remembered flashes of what Debra and Kath had me do. How they had me
act. Was that what they meant? Completely slutty? As if I was some kind of
porn star?

It did seem like a safer bet than keeping things modest, I figured. But
god, what if that made me look like an actual slut to them? But wasn't that
what they were expecting in a place like this, too? My prayers were
answered soon enough.

"You better be sluttin' up your game bitch, I don't see pussy or ass and I
know you got both," one of them then finally spoke in a calm, low voice,
but I couldn't mistake the pushy intent of her tone.

I just smiled awkwardly, wanting to lighten the mood a little bit, despite
what was just said.

"Yeah, of course," I answered with an apologetic smile.

"Shut the fuck up."

I trembled slightly, as I heard her harsh response to me even making the
slightest sound. Awkwardly, I then changed my position, so that I was
laying on my side on the ottoman, and pulled up my knee, exposing my pussy
completely that way. Both of them just stared. I worked up the courage to
slowly caress my inner thigh while I did, giving them a fairly good view of
my pussy.

Ass. Ass. They had to see ass as well, I promised myself I wouldn't
forget. And apparently I did have to make it, well, actually slutty. I
didn't want to admit that I might have learned a few things in that area
over at Debra and Kath, and that that knowledge now helped me a little. But
it did.

After laying there for a while, showing off my pussy to these two quiet
gangsters, I turned over. I sat on my hands and knees, my ass pointing into
their direction, and actually moving a bit closer towards them by scooting
back a little, so that my high heels were pointing over the edge of the
ottoman, and to make it more promiscuous, my knees were wide apart.

I looked over my shoulder, trying not to be shy, and saw how they looked at
my butt sticking out. One of them then leaned over, and casually squeezed
my left butt cheek. It was followed by a loud, sudden slap.

"Keep teasing, lazy bitch," she commanded, harshly.

It felt downright insulting, humiliating, to be called that. But clearly it
was something they would keep expecting. I nervously reached back with my
one hand, and while I nervously started to sway my hips slowly, I ran my
hand over my butt.

Her hand reached out again, and again casually squeezed my butt. She looked
into my eyes almost aggressively, while she held my cheek for a few
seconds. I was afraid I was doing something wrong again, but apparently,
she was just doing it to intimidate me. She then let go off my cheek, and
her hand slid to the inside of my cheek, over my pussy lips. She began
caressing. Just like that. She kept doing it, slowly, almost teasingly. I
nervously kept moving my hips a bit, while her hand was between my legs,
and my own hand running over my other cheeks still.

After what seemed like minutes, she simply withdrew her hand, leaving me
without guidance yet again. I felt slightly desperate, knowing I could not
mess this up.

I just continued teasing with my hand, even feeling brave enough to spread
my cheeks, letting them look at my crack. I couldn't believe I was
objectifying myself like this. Letting them watch me like
this. These.. criminals. But anything, seriously anything that would save
me from having to go to prison was worth every humiliation that came with
it.

"Closer, bitch, get off that thing, show us real good," that same harsh,
low voice broke the silence.

I kept quiet. I had learned that I really should keep my mouth shut, and
just go along with whatever they wanted. And I had to really, really
try. The tension was so clearly in the air.

I climbed off the ottoman, and then stood before the woman with the
baseball cap, and I made sure that I stood close before her. On an impulse,
I remembered what Debra and Kath made me do, and figured that at least
wouldn't make a bad impression here. I put my left foot up on the couch
right next to her knee, so that my thighs were spread wide, offering her a
very good view of my blonde pussy.

She seemed indifferent, and I remembered just in time that I had to keep
moving, keep using my hands. I started to caress my bare breasts again,
even rolling my nipples between my fingers a bit, as I looked down on
her. She didn't even look up. She just looked at my pussy. She took a long
drag from the cigarette she was holding, and blew the smoke right onto my
pussy. The smell was intense, almost as if it was some cross between
something chemical and burning rubber.

She didn't reach towards me, didn't say anything. No approval or
dismissal. Nothing. But silence, I knew by now, could mean that nothing was
up, that I was meeting expectations, if there were any.

I decided to keep taking initiative, and removed my foot from the couch, to
then turn to the other woman. I turned, and carefully lowered myself onto
her lap, very nervous about criticism at this point. But there was
nothing. Her black, somewhat tough hand touched my side, my belly, and just
stayed there. I started to move my hips a little bit, and I could feel my
pussy lips scour against her jeans. I felt so naked compared to her.

The other woman then suddenly reached to me, to my face, and it felt even
scarier as I saw her hand approaching. She took my chin in her hand, and
turned my face towards hers.

"Some sugar," she simply said.

I didn't know what that meant. I just stared at her, nervously.

"Kiss her, bitch, what are you, stupid?" the woman on whose lap I was
sitting scolded me.

With a humiliated, embarrassed feeling I then rushed to lean towards her a
bit while I was still sitting on the other woman's lap, basically giving
her a lapdance. It felt so awkward giving her a sensual kiss. Smelling her
breath, her face so close by, while they basically forced me to kiss
her. They didn't care. They just took, that much was clear. I didn't dare
end the kiss, I just waited until she did.

In the meantime, I felt the woman's hand wander down my belly, and simply
caressing my pussy. Something the bachelorette wasn't allowed to do, but
here, there didn't seem to be any rules. No rules protecting me, anyway.

When the woman next to us ended the kiss, the other one in turn grabbed my
chin, and forced me to look over my shoulder, into her eyes.

"Don't leave me hangin',"

She pressed her lips against mine, and while her hand was softly caressing
my pussy, I was sensually kissing her. I was really trying, as I really
didn't want to take the risk of being scolded for giving some kind of
basic, prude kiss.

"You should have done that years ago anyway, stupid bitch," the other
continued to sneer at me. "That's how a slut greets her superiors. With
some sugar. Better remember that for next time."

I just nodded awkwardly.

"How about you come here on my lap and let me check out that sweet white
pussy of yours, what do you say?" she continued.

I didn't dare to answer. And it turned out that once again, an answer
wasn't expected. Obedience, was what was expected.

I slid off the other woman's lap, and then carefully went to squat down on
her lap.

"Sideways," she said, and somewhat roughly pushed against my hip, as a sign
to change direction.

With my face now turned to the first woman, I sat on her lap. I knew better
than to keep my legs together when her hand then immediately reached for my
crotch. I actually spread my feet wide apart. Wider than even necessary,
trying hard to get into their good graces. To not give them a reason to
criticize me.

She passed the cigarette to the other woman, and without any hesitation,
her free hand touched between my legs, running her fingers over my soft
lips. She didn't wait for too long before she started probing her finger in
between my lips.

"Been a while since I tasted white pussy," she said, and then pushed inside
of me. Lazily, as if it was as simple as smoking that cigarette.

She probed another few times, and I was embarrassed of how very wet I
was. It was so easy to hear the sopping of her finger, god.

She then slid it out just as simply, and put her finger in her mouth,
licking off my juices. This was so weird, so very objectifying.

"She taste good?" the other asked.

"She taste just fine."

Without any warning, the other then reached towards my widely opened legs,
and it felt as if nothing was sacred about me anymore, I was becoming an
accessory. I felt her finger probing against my lips just as the first one
did, and she repeated the exact same steps. Probing slightly, then pushing
in deeper, and simply withdrawing again. While she clearly looked into my
eyes, as if she asserted her dominance that way, she too licked her
finger. My juice.

"That's a nice tasting white pussy. I think we gonna have a lot of fun with
you."

I didn't want to think of `a lot of fun'. I still had this idea in my head
that I would sign those papers after the boss arrived, and then head home
to never come here again. But it was starting to seem like that might not
be the way this would work out.

The woman that now had me on her lap simply returned her hand to my crotch,
and found my lips again. Almost casually, she dipped in again and fingered
me, very slowly, hardly using any rhythm, just as if she was playing out of
boredom.

"Heard one of the hoes cheated," she then said to the other one.

"Cheated." The other repeated, with a slightly surprised tone.

I felt goosebumps over my arms. Oh god. They knew.

"Mhm. Wanted to make some money for herselves."

"Behind our backs."

"Mhm."

"Now what the fuck kinda dumb bitch would do such a thing."

"Mhm."

She continued to finger me, slowly, but more steadily this time. I was
soaking wet with fear by then. They kept quiet for what seemed like
minutes.

"Well this hoe don't seem so smart."

I almost wanted to run away, and inside I cringed with fear.

"Did you cheat on us, dumb little white bitch?" said the voice behind me.

I felt as if I was going to cry. I looked at her over my shoulder, my eyes
big, and wanted to disappear. I wasn't even sure whether an actual answer
was expected.

"Fucking answer me."

I felt a very strong panic inside. The other woman leaned forward, and
sniffed my arm. This felt so weird, so intimidating.

"I think this smells like a cheatin' bitch."

"Lemme try that."

The first woman simply took my arm, and I couldn't do anything but
cooperate. She sniffed my arm as well.

"That definitely smells like a cheatin' bitch."

Seconds passed.

"Now answer the fuck up. Did you cheat on us, white bitch?"

"Yes," I answered as I felt my heart sinking, and my legs trembling, while
they put me through this extremely humiliating, childish game of getting me
to admit it.

I couldn't believe I was actually admitting to cheating. Cheating! And they
considered it cheating on their.. gang!

"Goddamn girl, you in some serious shit," the woman who held me on her lap
commented, while she had this surprised, almost amused grin on her face.

I just looked at the ottoman to the side of us, not wanting to look into
their eyes anymore. Oh god, I felt so terrible. Were they serious about
actually seeing this as cheating? Jen even mentioned it when I got here,
didn't she? That the owners wouldn't appreciate what I did? But are
they.. the actual owners? That couldn't be the case, could it? Had I really
been this naive? Could I have known?

"Hold on, hold on," the other one said, almost seemingly enthusiastic about
what I just admitted, and getting off the couch.

She simply walked out of the room. The woman holding me on her lap remained
quiet for a bit, just playing with my pussy.

"Stand up, show off that cheating white ass for me," she said while she
pushed against my arm, almost making me fall off her lap.

It was so weird to have to do this, to have to act like this even now that
I was being accused of something that was apparently pretty serious. She
demanded it.

It felt as if she was pushing me to do this just to mock me. But I couldn't
possibly refuse, and she knew it. I stood up, and with my back turned to
her, I arched my back, making my bare butt stick out, my legs slightly
apart, nude except for those ever present ridiculously high heels.

Just as she reached out her hand, and started to pet my bare cheeks with
it, the other woman returned, but holding a slightly older girl by the
arm. She was dressed, or undressed, like me, just shoes, nothing else. I
guessed she must be in her thirties. She had long, dark hair, and a very
pale, smooth skin. I felt embarrassed about her seeing me like this, seeing
me being pet like this. But at the same time, it felt as if we were in the
same boat somehow.

"White slut, look here," the woman harshly said to me, though I was already
looking in their direction.

The girl she was holding by her arm looked at me, and I could sense a look
of empathy in her eyes even.

"This here is Alexandra," she said calmly, while the girl stood next to
her.

"Alexandra, tell me, what great plan did you come up with last year?" she
asked, clearly belittling her as if she was some child.

I could sense the hesitation in her body language.

"I cheated," she finally answered.

"You cheated," the woman repeated her words, emphasizing the last word to
rub it in once more.

"And tell me, Alexandra, what have you learned about cheating?"

"That it's very bad for me."

"Mhm," the woman nodded, mockingly. "Show this bitch your ear."

She seemed reluctant, but realized soon enough that she didn't have a
chance. She brushed her hair to the side while looking away, and I felt a
deep tremble of disgust and fear go through my body, almost making me
sick. Her ear, or what was left of it, seemed malformed, and surrounded by
a huge scar. She quickly let down her hair again, clearly ashamed of
showing it.

"Tell me, cheating hoe, did that little splash of acid help you realize a
few things?"

"That I shouldn't cheat," she simply said.

I felt tears burn in my eye as I watched her, almost cringing with fear,
while the woman behind me continued to casually caress my round butt,
squeezing it a bit, as if I was her pet.

"And such a young hoe too, to be doing such a thing. Tell me, how old are
you," she gave my butt a condescending slap as if that would motivate me to
answer.

"21," I said with a scared voice.

The girl stared at me, clearly having some kind of empathy in her eyes.

"21.. so young and so dumb," she continued. "Aren't you baby?" she gave my
butt another light slap.

"Yes," I answered against my will, humiliated, and so deeply afraid.

She chuckled just slightly. I could barely believe the situation they were
pushing me into. I should have never come here. I should not have given in
to doing that little bachelorette thing. That favor for Jen.

"Thank you for the.. presentation. Now get back to work, you stupid bitch,"
she said sarcastically as she literally shoving the naked woman with the
scar against her arm, causing her to stumble and almost fall.

She left without a word, leaving me once again with these two. The other
woman walked back to the couch I was standing in front of.

"Give C those nice titties to lick on," the woman behind me then said,
while another soft, condescending slap to my ass followed.

It sounded so wrong, so degrading. I turned towards the other woman, a look
of fear in my eyes, and for a second I wondered how to even approach
this. But I had to go ahead and try it. I stared at the woman now sitting
down on the couch again, staring at me with that zero tolerance, aggressive
look in her eyes, and I knew I had to do it.

Nervously, I stepped forward towards C, and put my one knee up the couch,
followed by the other, straddling her. My bare breasts were right in front
of her face, but no attempt was made by her to lean forward just a
bit. Embarrassed, I leaned forward myself, until my left nipple actually
pushed against her slightly opened lips. I couldn't believe I was doing
this. She then finally took my nipple between her lips, and started to suck
on it.

"Arch that back, keep showing off that ass, bitch," I suddenly heard the
other one, and felt a hand pressing against my lower back.

I quickly made sure my round butt was sticking out, while I could now feel
C's tongue sliding around my nipple. I felt the other woman's hand
caressing my butt, almost as if I was some cat she was petting.

"That's a nice ass," she commented while she kept caressing it, and even
while at any other given time that might have sounded rude or at least
objectifying, now it felt comforting. Even the slightest bit of approval
worked against my deep feeling of fear.

"Other one too," the woman licking my nipple then remarked.

I moved my upper body slightly, and pushed my right breasts against her
lips, and the exact same thing happened. They were so controlling, so
aggressive about getting what they wanted. I just sat there, while she was
busy with my nipple, getting my butt cheeks caressed from behind.

"Some sugar," she then mentioned as she let go off my nipple and looked
up. By now, I was relieved I knew what that meant.

I awkwardly moved my face down, bending down slightly to place my lips upon
hers, and started to obediently kiss her. It was so humiliating, having to
kiss my tormentors like that. As if I loved them, as if I loved kissing
them.

At that moment I heard the beads of the curtain move, although I couldn't
see who was coming in. I hated the idea of someone else seeing me like
this, kissing this gangster woman as if I was really into it, and having my
cheeks stuck out and pet by the other one, just casually. The whole picture
just screamed 'slut'.

"Sup Eyes, where you been," the other woman then said, as the one I was
kissing ended the kiss.

I awkwardly looked in the direction of the entrance. Another unmistakable
gangster. Baggy jeans, long black printed shirt, tattoos, short braided
black hair, sneakers.

"Give Eyes some sugar bitch, and maybe some ass," the woman in front of me
said, pushing my shoulder, rudely, as a hint to get off her lap.

I let myself slide off her lap, feeling my naked thighs against her jeans,
and awkwardly looked at this woman apparently called Eyes. Or nicknamed,
probably, and I could see why. She had big round eyes, as if they had
slightly popped out of her head.

Walking towards her completely naked, on those silver high heels, being the
only white girl in the room, I stood out in so many ways. Her eyes
curiously glanced over my body. Up my legs, and definitely staring at my
pussy.

"Sup," she just said.

"Hi," I answered quietly, even managing to smile nervously at her, as if I
wanted to tell her, 'yes, I know, this seems ridiculous to me too'.

But that was a mistake. She turned her eyes towards the couch, where the
two women were.

"Who told this bitch to talk?" she then said, in a bullying tone. Even her
posture had turned aggressive.

How hard was it really, for me to remember that I should just keep my mouth
shut. No matter what.

"I think we repeatedly told her to shut the fuck up. But she's dumb like
that. Dumb in more ways than one."

"So?" Eyes again turned her attention to me, as if she was still expecting
something.

Again, it was so humiliating, as I then stepped towards her, and awkwardly
moved my face closer to hers. I nervously started to kiss her lips as
well. I still couldn't believe having to kiss people who treated me this
way. It was so very humiliating.

She kissed me almost casually, as if she didn't care too much. When she
ended the kiss after some twenty seconds, she reached down to my hips, and
slowly but forcefully turned me around. I had to cooperate. I really didn't
need anything else against me. I arched my back yet again, clearly
accentuating my butt.

"Daaamn," she said, apparently admiring what she saw. "That is some sexy
white girl booty you got there, is that all for us?"

I kept quiet, while I just stood there, letting her look at my butt. But
apparently, there were exceptions to this keeping quiet rule. I felt a hard
smack on my ass, making me almost jump.

"Answer the fuck up."

"Yes," I answered nervously.

"Cheating ass though, so who knows for how long we keepin' that ass," one
of the women on the couch commented.

"Cheating? You been cheating?" she smacked my ass again, hard, full of
intent.

And apparently I didn't answer quick enough, because yet another hard smack
followed, almost causing me to loose balance, causing my butt to
sting. Jesus, she could hit hard. But most of all, it was so deeply
embarrassing, to be treated like this.

"Yes," I answered again, nervously, my voice trembling.

"God damn, that hurts my feelings. Other pimps better than us?" she
continued, mocking me.

I didn't know what to answer. Yet again, a very hard slap followed. I
almost squirmed.

"Goddamn answer me bitch," she said, almost in a threatening tone.

"No.." I answered, sounding like a scared mouse.

Another hard slap, and my butt felt like it was burning by now.

"Then why the fuck did you cheat?" she continued to push me.

Fortunately, she didn't wait for an answer this time. She finally walked
off to the others, greeting them with a sequence of hand moves I didn't
understand at all, leaving me near the entrance.

"Eye candy show continues, up here bitch," one of the women tapped on the
ottoman, while Eyes sat down on the couch across them, and started to roll
a joint.

I actually hurried back to the ottoman. In between the two couches, I would
be seen from both sides this time. I nervously crawled up the thing again,
and promising myself I'd put in as much effort as possible, to keep them
quiet at least.

I first turned to face Eyes, as she was the last one to come in, so I
figured she deserved to see most. I nervously went to lie on my side as
before, except this time instead of pulling up my knee, I raised my one leg
and stuck it up high. Like an experienced stripper, entirely naked, I gave
her a very good view between my legs that way, emphasizing my pussy. She
just lit up her joint.

"Y'all back from a job?" Eyes asked the others, looking at them, but also
clearly glancing at me, at what she saw.

"Some shit goin' down with the Russians," I heard one of them say behind
me.

"Pfft, damn," Eyes responded.

"We took care of it. For now anyway." I heard the tired voice of one of the
women behind me answer her.

I was still constantly worried about doing a good enough job. After about a
minute, I changed my position, and got on my hands and knees for her, my
ass pointing in the direction of Eyes. With my back arched, I then once
again used my hand to slowly caress my cheek, like I did for the others
before. I kind of wanted to get in their good graces, as I was so intensely
scared of the consequences of what I apparently did wrong.

It felt so strange to be doing this while they were having a casual
conversation. Well, what would seem casual for them, anyway. Jesus, I
didn't even want to know what all that meant. One thing became all too
clear, this was a very heavy criminal gang. And I was in a deep, deep pile
of shit.

From the corner of my eye, I saw yet another person coming in. It was
Gab. What would she think of me, seeing me entertain these other gang
members like this.

"Sup Eyes, you done wit' laying low?" she grinned at Eyes, while she walked
towards me.

She sat on the ottoman, and reached for my blonde long hair, running her
hand through it.

"Crawl around on that thing baby, make sure they can all see you. Sexy and
slow." she quietly instructed me.

I awkwardly started to crawl to the side of the thing. And with my back
arched, I started crawling around, with my butt stuck out, my bare breasts
slightly dancing under me, so very much on display. Gab went to sit next to
Eyes, who offered her the joint, but she refused.

"Gotta stay sober, taking duty seriously," she elaborated.

When I passed Eyes on the ottoman for a second time, she reached out to me,
giving me a much softer slap on my butt than before. Not to punish or make
a point, just because she felt like it. Or maybe that was the point she was
trying to make.

"That ass." she mumbled, although everyone could hear it.

"You in love, Eyes?" Gab grinned at her, while I kept crawling, actually
making an effort to make it look sexy, one knee in front of the other as I
did, my butt up high.

They all laughed.

"Fell in love too many times, ain't doin' that shit no more," she answered.

"So just fuckin' em then." Laughter again.

"I ain't falling in love with a cheating bitch anyway. Once a cheater,
always a cheater."

Again I felt that deep accusation.

"Seriously wonder what T's gonna do though. Can't do one thing with one,
then not be doin' that with the other," she paused slightly, as I felt yet
again so dead scared, having the impression this was about me.

"But I know she likes her piece of young white pussy, so, you know," she
continued.

And now I knew for sure that this was about me.

"She does.." Gab confirmed.

I wasn't sure what to feel. What was going to happen? Were they going to
hurt me? Were they going to keep me around? What did this T person's
preference for..white pussy mean exactly? There were so many urgent
questions on my mind at that moment, and I couldn't ask a single thing.

"How 'bout you do another round of showing off that sweet pussy, and CLOSE
this time, bitch," the woman with the baseball cap ordered.

Again, no choice but to follow her order, quietly. I'm not even sure what
was more humiliating, having to answer someone, or simply not being allowed
to. Right now, it felt as if only my body mattered, it was so crazy.

Since she asked first, I got off the ottoman on their side, and while
taking a few steps in her direction, I had to invent how to do this. I
decided to do the same thing as last time, but putting my foot way further
onto the couch. I'd be closer.

While I did so in front of the woman with the cap, I was actually a bit
shocked by how promiscuous that made me look. Putting my foot up that far
brought my small blonde landing strip right in front of her face. Sure, it
was close by, as she demanded, but jesus, this was unexpectantly close.

"Whow, this bitch is a showoff," she chuckled. "Pushing it right into my
black face huh? Looks like you had an education after all."

I just grinned awkwardly, embarrassed, while the others laughed.

She just slightly moved her face towards me, and just sniffed my pussy from
up close.

"M-mm. Smell like a horny bitch too."

She leaned back again, and just seemed to enjoy the sight for a while, my
thighs open wide right in front of her, and showing off my pussy right in
front of her face.

"Bitch where's your hands! Huh??" she suddenly exploded.

With an embarrassed, shocked look on my face I immediately reached to my
breasts, and scared, I started to massage them again. She looked at me,
those very bright aggressive eyes staring up to me from under her baseball
cap, while my leg was slightly trembling.

"That's right. Stupid bitch."

I tried to do it right, too, massaging my breasts firmly, even slightly
tugging at my nipples. I was so scared of anything dangerous they might do
to me if I made mistakes in their eyes.

I stood there like that for probably minutes, when she finally pushed
against my ankle.

"Go on now, I said make a round didn't I?"

Everything she said seemed like an accusation of something, while I
couldn't talk back. They simply didn't want me to.

I finally took my foot off the couch, and for a few seconds, I was not
having my pussy watched from that close anymore. But I knew that by now the
same thing would be expected with the next person. It was a successful move
in a twisted way. I didn't mean to show it off like that.

I took a few steps so that I was in front of the next woman, and carefully
did the same thing, my foot far on the couch, bringing my pussy right in
front of her nose.

Apparently, she was pleased with my pose, because she was only just looking
at it, looking between my legs, lazily stroking up and down my lower leg,
not saying anything. I wasn't even sure for how long I should stand like
this. I made sure I was using my hands still, teasingly caressing over my
belly, and down a bit further, towards my pussy, but not actually touching
it.

When I eventually decided I spent about as much time in front of her as in
front of the other woman, I removed my foot carefully. Even then, I was
afraid she'd protest.

But nothing happened, and I walked around the ottoman, towards the couch
where Gab and Eyes were sitting. I hesitated slightly, but then did the
same in front of Gab. For some reason I regarded her as someone who was on
my side, and I wasn't even sure she wanted me to pose for her like this.

But she didn't seem to mind when I reached her, stood in front of her, and
did the exact same thing as with the others. I felt conflicted. She was
supposed to be saving me, yet I wasn't sure if this was actually saving
me. Of course, it was better than jail. Anything was. But they just seemed
to have taken over from the police.

"You're doing a good job, that's how we like it baby, showin' it off good,"
she just casually mentioned, while she just ran her fingers over my leg as
well, similar to the other woman.

"How about you let me taste that sweet pussy," Eyes suddenly said from next
to us.

I wasn't sure whether she meant right now, or when it was her turn. I just
slightly nodded, insecure. The idea that everyone heard my pussy would get
tasted felt embarrassing.

But knowing what would happen, after some twenty more seconds, I stepped
away from Gab, and stood in front of Eyes. For a second I wondered if she
wanted me to do the same thing. I figured yes, but maybe even closer?

I put my foot up the couch, and with my pussy hovering in front of her
face, I was able to determine how much further I would have to go before my
pussy actually touched her lips. But that wasn't necessary. With a greedy
attitude, she leaned towards my pussy, stuck out her tongue, and gave me a
long lick right between my legs, over my pussy lips all the way over my
blonde trimmed pubic hair. She repeated the same move about four times,
before she buried her face in my pussy, and aggressively started licking
me. It felt so weird. I felt used in such a weird way. But I just kept
standing there, while my pussy got eaten by this gangster who was clearly
not letting me go anywhere.

"Don't they feed you at home Eyes," one of the women behind me remarked,
chuckling.

Then suddenly, a very hard, cold voice sounded in the room.

"My soldiers eating cheating pussies now?"

Everyone went quiet, and Eyes withdrew her tongue immediately, wiping her
mouth.

"Sorry T," she said with a much quieter voice than she used earlier.

I finally dared to look to the left of me, where the voice came from.

There was a short, slim, very dark skinned woman standing there, probably
in her forties, with a short afro cut, wearing black khaki pants, a blouse,
and black gym shoes. But what really drew all attention were her intense,
fiercely bright eyes, keeping the whole room in a tight grip.

After looking around the room, she focused on me. I felt goosebumps crawl
up my back when her eyes met mine, and I felt even more naked. It was as if
she could literally control me with her eyes.

She then walked towards me, moving swiftly, while I was still standing
there with one leg up on the couch, my naked pussy still right in front of
Eyes. I was taller than her, probably even without these high heel shoes.

Standing next to me, she reached out her slender black hand, and put it on
my bare belly. Just very gently pushing, she finally spoke to me.

"Stand up straight."

I felt intensely nervous in front of this small black woman. Even though I
was way taller than her, she completely controlled me.

"I'm Trish, better known as T, or the boss," she said, as she extended her
hand to me.

Her attitude was very different from the other women in the room, all the
gangsters.

I nervously reached out my hand to shake hers, somehow even afraid it was a
trick. But nothing happened. She just shook my hand lightly.

"I'm Crystal," I answered, and I immediately felt as if all arrows were
pointed at me from that moment on, as by now everyone seemed to know
I.. cheated.

"I know who you are, baby. Ever since Missy told me about that new blonde
pussy, I got curious. But here you are."

I really didn't know how to respond to her, I was overwhelmed somehow.

"Aight everyone, play time is over, everybody out," Gab then said, and Eyes
and the two women on the other side immediately got up, almost in a
militant manner.

I didn't even wonder whether that was meant for me as well. Gab stayed, and
Trish gently took my hand, leading me to the comfortable arm chair at the
head of the room, where I was first with Missy.

She sat down on the large chair, and gently tugged at my hand.

"Lean into me," she simply said.

I wasn't sure what to do with that request, but I bent forward slightly,
towards her. She tugged at my hand, gently, but surely.

"Closer."

I bent further towards her, until I couldn't really keep my balance
anymore, and I hurried to put my knee next to her leg on the chair, half
bending, while my face was now close to hers, and my ass was sticking out
in this weird position. But for now, I didn't really care about that. I
only saw her eyes, her bright, piercing eyes.

"I heard you got into a bit of trouble with the police, Crystal baby," she
then simply remarked.

I just smiled politely, nervously, while I was bent towards her so
awkwardly.

"Yeah.." I just answered, looking into her intimidating eyes.

"Tell me what happened."

I had to swallow my inhibition.

"Well.. there was a police officer who wanted to arrest me for
prostitution," I said awkwardly.

She nodded.

"And then what happened?"

She was hearing me out in almost motherly way.

"Well then.. Gab came," I looked at Gab awkwardly, ".. and she told the
officer I was one of, ehm, yours..?"

"So then you didn't have to go to jail."

I nodded.

"Did you thank Gab for that?"

I nodded again, not even sure if I did. But I must have.

"She did, she seemed very grateful," Gab added.

"But she was certainly ungrateful when she went behind our backs," Trish
then suddenly spat at me, her voice loud and cold. I cringed.

I couldn't speak a word, I felt so scared. The panic rushed through my
veins, and I felt as if I was going to pee right there and then.

"I-I can expl.." but she cut me off.

"No one, not one SINGLE person gets away with something that nasty."

She actually seemed furious, her eyes like lightning. Then her voice turned
calm again.

"Get on your knees." she pointed right in front of her.

I trembled as if from cold. I trembled with fear. I sat down, and looked at
her, wondering if jail would have been better. I wondered if I should offer
to not use her get out of jail for free card, but spend some time in jail
instead. But that didn't solve what I apparently did to them.

"Hold your hair up." she said.

It sounded threatening. But I reached to my face, and held my hair up in a
knot. I thought they were going to kill me, right there and then. Sitting
there naked, in these hooker shoes, in a club.

Trish scooted forward, looking straight into my scared eyes. Without a
word, her flat hand came out of nowhere, and I felt a sharp, very painful
blow to my face. Tears were burning in my eyes, and my breathing became
heavier. She just looked into my eyes. A completely nude, blonde girl,
sitting on her knees in front of this fierce, short african american woman,
holding up her hair, to get her punishment.

She looked at me for about twenty seconds. Then another blow. For a second,
I thought she'd broken my jaw. I could hear it crack. A tear rolled from my
eye. She just kept looking at me, with this cold, aggressive stare. My
cheek was stinging, burning, hurting intensely. I could hardly take it
anymore. Again she just stared at me. Not a word. Getting into my mind,
into my soul. Ready to break me into pieces. Another blow, right in the
same spot. My lower lip started to tremble.

"Please I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please," I begged, crying openly. She got me
to admit it. She broke me.

She reached forward, and I flinched. But she found my face, and just gently
lifted my chin. I thought she was going to hit me again.

"Please, I'm so sorry, I'm sorry," I just begged, I was not even able to
find any other words.

"You will always remember this. Won't you, Crystal." she said coldly,
calmly.

"Yes.. yes.. I'm sorry," I kept crying, barely able to see her anymore
through my tears, while she was holding my chin.

"Clean yourself up and come back here to me."

She roughly pushed against my shoulder, and I almost fell backwards. Gab
was there as I then stumbled and stood up. I sobbed as she gently pushed my
lower back to walk to a small table next to one of the couches, which had a
box of tissues on it. I was still overwhelmed, when I grabbed some of the
tissues, and tried to dry my tears, but the tears kept coming. Gab
disappeared, and came back with a glass of water. I took it from her, and
finally, slowly calmed down a little. I didn't dare to touch my cheek.

When I was finally done crying, and all the tears were dried, I wiped away
some of my makeup, then realized I couldn't do anything but to return to
her. Return to this petite, but terrifying gang boss.

I walked towards her, my legs still trembling, and the pain in my jaw was
still nagging. Gab just stood near the entrance, waiting, observing.

"Come here, baby," she used a much softer, calm tone now, and I finally
dared to return to her.

"Here, on my lap," she pointed at her legs. It was odd to do this,
especially since I was taller than her. I sat down on her lap carefully,
sideways, my knees together. She reached down immediately, and with some
force, slowly, pulled one knee from the other. She didn't say a thing,
until I sat there on her lap with my legs spread wide.

I had trouble looking into her eyes. I was that afraid of her. I felt a
shock of fear going through my body when she reached for my face, and I
think she surely saw me cringe. But she didn't withdraw her hand. She took
my chin between her index finger and thumb, and turned my face to look into
her eyes.

"You know, with most girls who try to fuck with me, I mess up their
faces. Just to make sure that they'll have something to remember. And
they're not likely to go behind my back again with a messed up face."

I gulped. That cold voice, that woman capable of such horrible things. And
I was on her lap, accused of the very same thing.

"You know why your face isn't messed up yet, babygirl?"

I couldn't shake my head, as she held my chin. But she did seem to expect a
response.

"No..?" I answered with that same scared voice as before.

"Because it's been a while since I've had a young, pretty white girlfriend,
that's why. And I love getting spoiled by pretty girls like you, you
understand what I'm saying baby?"

I kept quiet, too confused by what she was saying.

"Do you want to be my girlfriend, baby? Would you like that?"

I didn't know what I should answer. What my options were. Wait. Is she
really offering this as an alternative to..?

"Yes," I answered in a hurry.

"I thought you would. I can see it in your eyes. You love powerful women,
don't you?"

"I do," I answered awkwardly, unable to believe I was giving into what she
wanted this much, putting words in my mouth.

"And you're going to be very nice and spoil me, aren't you? Maybe I'll
spoil you back, too. I love spoiling my girls." she continued her story,
from her own self created world.

I had no idea what she meant. She wasn't serious about me becoming her
steady girlfriend, was she? She was aware that she just almost broke my
jaw, wasn't she? And that I only came here to sign some paperwork, right?

"How about you give me a nice kiss. To seal the deal, so to speak."

I had no choice. I had no idea what I was getting into with this
'deal'. What I did know, is that I wanted to keep my face as it was, and
that I didn't want to go to jail, period. Imagine me even going to jail for
prostitution. No. Not in this life.

I leaned towards her, and it must have been the strangest, most degrading
moment of my life, as I softly put my lips on the lips of the woman who
just deliberately smacked the hell out of me. Who just broke me, and used
my broken self now, to lure me into a completely twisted situation.

She raised her hand, and laid it on my still very painful cheek. I'm not
sure if she did it on purpose. It was painful, and it was such a weird
contrast with our tongues twirling around each other, because she very
clearly led the kiss, and she insisted on french kissing. As her
new.. girlfriend. This was so messed up. I still didn't know what that
meant.

"Crystal doesn't work here anymore. From now on you're going to be called
Princess. "

She looked into my eyes, our faces still very close,
intimate. Intimidating.

"You know why you'll be called Princess?"

Again, she expected an answer.

"No.." I said, insecure, and still scared. She was very hard to calculate.

"Because your pretty face looks like you're a princess." I gave her a meek
smile. "And also because you think you can get away with anything," she
continued in the same tone, but clearly stabbing me with it. "But you
can't, can you Princess..?" she looked deep into my eyes.

"No," I almost whispered by now, having to endure this deep, intimidating
humiliation.

"That's right.." she responded in a quiet, but determined, almost
threatening voice again.

"And you're going to be the best girlfriend ever, aren't you, Princess,"
she continued to taunt me.

"Yes," I answered again, obediently, whispering, feeling my fear increase
yet again.

She leaned a bit closer to my face again, and kissed me again. No tongue
this time, but I tried to kiss her back as if it was really mutual
affection. I didn't dare to risk anything.

"You're going to spoil me, aren't you..?" she continued softly, in between
kisses.

"Yes," I whispered.

"Are you grateful for me keeping you out of jail?"

"Yes." The idea once again made me quiver.

"I bet you are. Jail isn't for princesses like you. Jail is where girls
like you get broken. Broken, over and over."

She continued to kiss me in between. Small, sensual kisses, which I
responded to willingly. I was too afraid to even seem reluctant now.

"Jail is where blonde young girls like you get owned the first minute you'd
be there. Where you'd get branded. Where you'd get scarred. You wouldn't
even want to see your family and friends anymore after you've been in that
place for a few weeks. You'd be too ashamed."

She looked at me, right before yet another small, soft kiss on my lips.

"That's what you're worried about most, aren't you? The shame. I know your
type," she continued. I kept quiet.

"But when I look out for you, you even get to keep a part of your normal
life. You get to pretend nothing's going on."

In this dark, messed up situation, that idea actually seemed like the only
escape. A good escape. The best.

"Or would you rather go to jail? Some girls are just too proud, you know,"
she continued, this time sounding as if she was actually asking me a
question.

"No," I whispered, almost desperately.

"Tell me how grateful you are."

"I'm very grateful," I responded, my fear triumphing over my humiliation.

"But you haven't always been so grateful, have you, Princess?" she then
asked tauntingly, while her index finger slightly lifted my chin.

I felt the nagging pain in my jaw once again. Jesus. I wasn't even sure my
jaw was okay. I looked up at her, the fear and the pain clearly in my eyes.

"No," I only whispered, not even sure what she was referring to now,
although I had an idea.

"You've been a cheating little bitch, haven't you, Princess?" she
continued, in that same, soft, but oh so threatening tone, looking into my
eyes with her sharp, bright eyes, contrasting so greatly with her dark
skin.

I swallowed my shame, my pride.

"Yes," I whispered again.

"Say it."

Somewhere in my mind, I recognized a deja vu. But this wasn't a game. This
wasn't a fantasy. This felt very real.

"I've been a cheating little bitch," I finally answered, with a soft,
trembling voice.

No one else could hear us, not even Gab, who stood near the entrance, as if
guarding the VIP room.

"Tell me why I should keep you out of jail," she suddenly hissed at me,
while grabbing my chin with her whole hand, squeezing my cheeks together,
which felt so very painful.

I quivered on her lap, while tears burned in my eyes once again. There was
this deep anger in her voice. As if I'd actually cheated on her. I wasn't
even sure whether she was serious about this, or if she was playing a cruel
game with me. But I had to answer. I couldn't just sit there and dwell in
my misery.

"I'll do anything to make it up to you," I answered, while I felt the panic
yet again, pressing on my body, and hardly able to breathe because of the
extreme stress I was under.

She didn't even confirm that it was the answer she was expecting. She kept
squeezing my jaws slightly.

"How grateful are you," she continued in that same harsh tone, but
louder. I knew Gab could hear us.

"I'm very grateful," I swallowed my fear yet again. "So grateful, please,"
I almost begged.

"I do not take kindly to cheaters. You belong in jail," she said, as if
stating a fact.

I was suddenly afraid she had changed her mind. That she was going to
deliver me to that police officer after all. That I'd be cuffed and taken
away. This felt like such a crucial moment to decide my fate.

"Please, I'll be such a good girlfriend," I answered, while my voice must
have sounded as if I was about to cry again.

She finally let go of my jaws, to my great relief. She just stared at me,
while I sat there still, naked except for those strappy high heels, on her
lap. On the lap of this older, petite, dark skinned, dressed in black
woman.

Her arm wandered off, to my long blonde hair. She started stroking me. Her
voice was calm again.

"Isn't it true, what they say?" She paused. "Once a cheater, always a
cheater?"

"I'll never cheat again," I answered, insecure, humiliated.

"I know you won't." Again she paused. "You need jail looming over you to
keep yourself from cheating."

She stated it as if it was a fact. As if I needed that threat. As if I was
actually, deep inside, a cheater.

"But you're going to make up for it. You're going to make up for what you
did by using that pretty body of yours. And I'm going to be more demanding
with you, than I've ever been with any of my girlfriends."

Again she paused, staring coldly into my eyes, while she kept stroking my
hair, occasionally running her hand over the bare skin of my back.

"And I will remind you occasionally of your arrogant little game. Because
you need to be reminded. Don't you, Princess?"

"Yes," I made sure I answered her obediently. Anything to keep me away from
the gates of prison. From the door to unbearable shame.

She then finally turned her face away from me, looking into Gab's
direction.

"Gab, get her something to wear, I have a dinner appointment with the
Russians."