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Under New Management

By: DontJudgeMe



The two men stepped into the Happy Gent, and immediately their senses were assaulted by the strange, exotic place. The beat of the dance-music was almost tangible, though the music was not overly loud. Their eyes were forced to adjust to the shady corners where little light shone as well as the lit stage. But the most noticeable difference from the outside world was the stage itself -- or rather what was on it.

Bret's eyes grew to the size of saucers at the sight of the young, sexy woman dancing on the long catwalk-lookalike. Her long, blonde hair hung free and flew wildly as she swung her entire body to the rhythm. Not that Bret cared one bit about hair, not when she was only wearing a flimsy, black bra to keep her majestic tits in place -- and they kept trying to escape... to the audience's great pleasure. She was wearing a teeny pair of white hot-pants that looked like they were painted to her body instead of put on, so every curve and every line of her ass and pussy were visible. Bret had never before encountered a camel-toe but he certainly liked it!

The dancer grabbed the pole and started swirling, shaking her hot ass for the men eagerly staring at her, and Bret was almost mesmerized by the sight. Why had he never come to this club before? Why in his 22 years had no one introduced him to places such as this?

"Like the show, eh?" his lawyer, Mr. Harold Markus grinned and elbowed him in the ribs. The old lecher certainly didn't mind the show either, though he wasn't exactly a stranger at clubs such as these...

Bret blushed scarlet and shrugged, extremely uncomfortable with being caught staring... but damn, if that woman wasn't the hottest he'd ever seen.

"Come on, let's get a table," Markus said and guided his young client towards the booths in the back. Bret followed but cast a last glance back at the stripper, just as she tore off her bra and shook her large, round tits. For poor Bret, it was near impossible to take his eyes off them as they jiggled and jiggled... and jiggled. They almost spoke to him, begging him to grab them, squeeze them, kiss them. Oh, how he wanted to do just that!

Markus found them a table in a relatively quiet corner, and they sat down.

"20 bucks," the lawyer mumbled, while waiting for a waitress to come take their order.

"I could have paid my own fare," Bret offered, still with his attention torn between the semi-naked dancer and the older man. He felt a bit embarrassed about letting Markus pay but was still psyched to be in this temple of lust and arousal.

"Nah!" the lawyer laughed with his old-man's laugh, "we're on official business! It's tax-deductible!"

"Heh. Yeah, but still... if my uncle really left it all for me, you just paid me for letting me into my own club, right?" Bret insisted.

"That's just good business!" Markus laughed harder, "don't you have an MBA? Shouldn't you know a good deal when you see one?! Maybe old Tom should have picked one of your brothers instead!?"

Seeing Bret's offended face, he punched him on the shoulder with an even louder, baying laugh, "just kidding, son! Just kidding! Now, look at the splendors your uncle left you. Look at the splendors on that one!" He pointed at a waitress who had just brought a tray of drinks for another table. And true enough, Bret agreed silently, there were quite a few splendors to study on her. A tight black shirt and a short black skirt, black fishnet stockings and high black heels. She only needed a cap and a white apron, then the maid-uniform would be complete.

While he studied her delicious curves, her nice large breasts, and tight little ass, he suddenly realized she was heading towards him! Christ almighty, she noticed him staring!

The cute waitress smiled at him -- and the smirking lawyer -- as she arrived, ready to take their orders while they lecherously stared at her soft body.

"Hey! My name's Wendy. Can I get you gentlemen anything?" she smiled warmly and readied her pad, pen poised to take their order.

"Ehh..." Bret mumbled, caught completely off-guard by her sexy body, so openly put on display, and her friendly attitude.

"We'll take a couple of scotch, dear," Markus said, and as she dutifully wrote down his order he gleefully slapped her ass while laughing loudly.

"Ow!" she cried in surprise but then laughed, albeit a bit artificially, at his rudeness, "sir, no touching! That's the rule in the Happy Gent!"

"Sure, sure, little Wendy-girl," Markus said, not caring about her protests at all, "now hustle that sweet little tushy down to the bar and fetch our drinks, hmm?"

Another smile, not at all as sweet or genuine as when she first arrived, but nevertheless she did just that -- although she made sure to keep her 'sweet little tushy' outside the range of the horny old lawyer.

Bret -- who'd been shocked into silence by his companion's outrageous behavior -- looked at him, "wasn't that a bit... I dunno, rude?"

"Nah! They like it, they do! Hah! Why else do you think they're working a place like this?" the lawyer declared. Although Bret had a feeling other reasons might have something to do with it, he didn't feel like discussing it. His time was better spent watching Wendy walk away, after all, as her tight little behind swayed with every step she took... much better spent.

"Now," Markus began, Wendy out of his mind again, "what do you say? Like this place? Hmm?"

"Hmm? Oh, yeah! Sure!" Bret answered, his eyes running around the place, from the delightful Wendy to the stage where the stripper had taken off her panties and was now crawling around at the edges, letting the horny men stick bills into her stocking in exchange for a quick feel of her wonderfully soft skin, "it looks very..." Just then he noticed another dancer, this one sitting on the lap of a costumer, grinding her booty into his groin while smiling intoxicating at the stupidly grinning man.

"Indeed!" Markus agreed happily, "Tom's really made a good business here! Shame about his heart, though. But, as I showed you at the office, it turns a nice profit..." He noticed how Bret's eyes seemed to keep returning to the various semi-dressed women of the club, "and the fringe-benefits of owning such a place... Hahaha!" he guffawed. Bret had a fairly good idea what he meant and couldn't help but smiling. He'd been raised to respect women but this place was just too much -- and the thought of owning it and have all these women dependent on him for work were utterly titillating. He figured it would be to any man...

Before he could ponder this further, though, Wendy returned to their table, carrying a tray with glasses of scotch.

"Here you are, gents," she said and put the tray down between them, making sure to stay near Bret and out of Markus' reach, "25 bucks."

"Let me," the lawyer said and put two twenties down on the tray that Wendy quickly picked up, smiled at the old man and then flashed a more honest smile at Bret.

"Will there be anything else?" Wendy wondered, feeling Bret's eyes on her, "perhaps you'd like a dance? Lia'll be done in a second, I can ask her to come here when she gets off the stage?"

"Lia..." the young man wondered but realized that she meant the blonde with the jiggling tits, "yeah! Sure! 'Cause I don't suppose you yourself...?" He looked hopefully up at her but she shook her head with another smile.

"Nope! I only serve drinks. Sorry."

"No worries," he said, finding himself smiling back at her, "but sure, ask... Lia to come down here afterwards."

"I will!" she said and then leaned into him and whispered in his ear, "She'll like you, I'm sure. Once she's danced a number, ask her for a 'special VIP-dance.' You won't regret it." She stood back up and winked at him. Then she turned around and walked to a door that probably led to the backstage.

"What'd she say?" Markus asked curious.

"She, eh...she recommended Lia's... dance," Bret answered, talking a bit too quickly to be trustworthy.

"Hmm..." Markus was not entirely satisfied with that answer but let it rest. Instead he took his scotch from the tray Wendy had left behind and took a sip while studying his young companion. So far he wasn't too impressed with his old friend Tom's choice of heir. Bret seemed way too young, nervous and inexperienced to run a business like this. What kind of man thought it inappropriate to slap a waitress' ass?! And in a strip-club to boot!

But still... he did have an MBA -- and, considering how young he was, even Marcus was impressed by that! -- and the insurance-company he worked for apparently loved him. Nothing but good references there; hard worker, team-player, innovative ideas, quick thinker in stressed situations and even capable of taking control when the situation called for it... all good traits for any industry.

"Cheers!" he said after a while and held out his glass. Bret grabbed his own and they touched glasses.

"To the Happy Gent -- and its new owner!" Markus said and downed his glass. Bret, feeling he was being tested, echoed "to the Happy Gent!" and emptied his own glass. The strong liquid burned its way down his throat but he'd learnt to drink these foul liquors in casual work-related situations without showing his displeasure. His boss -- like Markus here -- seemed to think that any man should enjoy brandy, scotch and bourbon. In fact, it was sometimes used as a reward for sealing a good deal... though it might have worked better on Bret as a threat.

As the strong taste slowly disappeared from his mouth, he saw the door Wendy had gone through open again and the blonde with the noticeable tits come out. She looked around for a second before seeing their table and walking towards them with her big, pearly smile plastered on her face.

She'd put on a tight dark-blue top that only just covered her boobs -- and was made of a mesh-material so anyone could see her deliciously big hooters. She'd put the white hotpants on again, and was still wearing her fishnet-stockings (though she'd taken out the dollar-bills the generous 'gentlemen' had given her) and she walked in her towering heels like she'd never worn anything else. They gave her a provoking, swaying walk that showed off her body in the best possible way.

"Hey guys!" she greeted with a bright smile, "Wendy said somebody wanted a dance?" Up close, she looked a bit older than she had at distance. Not that Bret could find any faults with her looks, but she seemed to be closer to thirty than twenty-five. Her make-up didn't quite manage to cover the small wrinkles that were sneaking in around her eyes, but her bright smile and spectacular body more than made up for it -- at least in her customers' eyes.

"Ye-yeah!" Bret exclaimed happily and found his wallet. Somehow he didn't want this woman to think Markus paid for him, no, he wanted to show her he was a man with his own money. He fished out a pair of twenties (not having any idea how a lap-dance was priced) and handed them to her. The short spark he felt as she touched his hand when she accepted the money with a grateful smile almost made him gasp. Oh, how he wanted to touch this arousing woman, wanted her to dance for him, put herself on display for his sake...

"Great!" she said as she tucked the bills safely away in her hotpants. A new number started on the club's sound-system, and she elegantly sat herself down on his lap, facing him.

Oh God! he thought desperately, she'll feel my dick! What'll she think? The thought made no sense -- she was there only to arouse him -- but he couldn't stop himself feeling embarrassed about it.

"Mhm, big boy!" she breathed, as her pelvis connected with his crotch, impressed by the size of the hard rod, he so very much wanted to hide right now, "how come I haven't seen you here before?" Before giving him time to answer she started gyrating on his lap, rubbing her delicious body all over his lap. Her soft ass, though a bit heavy for the slender guy felt heavenly against his thighs -- God, she was so hot!

"I... I don't know!" he exclaimed, as she stuck her large, barely concealed tits in his face. He couldn't stop himself from kissing the flimsy fabric that tried to constrain them, and she laughed gently at him. Not a mocking laugh, mind you, not insulting in the least... more a laugh meant to share a good time between them and made Bret smile shyly at her.

Wow... his mind wondered, she's so hot!

"Doesn't matter, hon'," she continued their 'conversation' while she ran her hand through his hair, turning the poor man on beyond belief, "as long as you come back, alright?"

"You... you bet!" he sighed and let his hands rest on her sides, making sure neither to touch her breasts or ass -- the two big no-nos, he figured.

Surely she won't mind me touching her... just for a second? he hoped. He just really wanted to touch this woman!

"Mhm... bad boy," she sighed, seemingly as caught up in the dance as Bret. Touching was, of course, prohibited in the club... but then again, he had paid double price for the dance. Lia had never been one to play by the rules anyway, and as long as no one saw, what was the harm?

"So... what's your name, hon'?" she whispered into his ear, while she rubbed her impressive bust against his chest, and her big, heavy boobs felt so wonderful against his thin shirt, he almost forgot the answer to her question!

"Ehh... Bret! I'm... I'm Bret," he said after a moment's hard consideration.

"Well, Bret," she said and stood up, turned around and shook her tight little ass in front of him, "a pleasure to meet you! I'm Lia!"

"The... the pleasure is all mine," Bret mumbled. Considering how the sexiest ass he'd ever seen was only a few centimeters from his face, how else would he feel?

"Oh yeah," Lia said as she gracefully sat her ass back down on his lap and felt his hard-on press against her, "I can tell." She looked at him over her shoulder and gave him a not-too-subtle wink. If Bret had had any blood left in his face, he'd have blushed again. Fortunately, it had all been rerouted...

But too bad all good things come an end, especially a lap-dance that's timed to last an eight minute long song. As the music slowly faded away and the DJ started to say something or other -- neither Bret nor Markus was paying attention to anything but the sexy Lia -- she stood up. She was about to say something when Bret interrupted.

"Hey, wait! Can I... can I ask you something?"

She looked down at him, a little surprised but shrugged, "sure."

With a quick glance at Markus, he gestured her closer, and she leaned down, quite curious.

"Wendy told me to, eh...to ask you for a... 'special VIP-dance'," he all but whispered. For some reason, he didn't want the old man to know what Wendy had told him.

"Did she now?" Lia asked, giving the young man a quick once-over. She made up her mind and nodded.

"Alright," she smiled, "come on. I'll take you to one of the VIP-rooms." She helped him up and, after a short nod to the astonished lawyer, he followed the stripper out of the booth.

"So you really liked the dance, eh?" she remarked as she led him towards a door marked 'Private'.

"Are you kidding me?!" Bret exclaimed, "the sexiest woman I've ever seen dancing for me? Of course I liked it!"

She flashed him a quick smile, liking the compliment but not really believing him. She'd had a lot of compliments over the years...

Well, I'll be damned! Markus thought as he saw the young man being led into the private-room, maybe he's not too dense after all! His respect for the young man certainly got a boost after this!

"In here," Lia opened the door for Bret and ushered him through into a small, dark room, lit by lamps alongside the walls. There was a large, comfy-looking couch along the wall.

"So, hon..." Lia said as she closed and locked the door behind her, "do you even know what a special VIP-dance is?" She raised her eyebrow as she looked at her young customer.

"Ehm... well, no, not exactly..." he admitted, "but if that was a regular dance, I can't even imagine what you're gonna do in here!"

She flashed a very alluring smile, one that immediately sent a shock down his pants, "honey, you have no idea!" Bret could only nod, his heart-beat hammering in his ears and his mouth dry.

"It's a hundred bucks, though," the blonde stripper declared. Without a word, Bret found the money in his wallet -- thankfully he'd come prepared -- and handed it to her. Like with the money for the first dance, it disappeared into her hotpants.

"Eeexcellent," she exclaimed, drawing out the word. Her smile turned predatory, as she walked up close to him in her hip-swaying, seductive walk. She placed her hand against his chest and with a hard shove, she pushed him down on the couch. He landed on his ass, still staring at the magnificent woman above him, somehow barely able to comprehend what was happening.

"I normally only do this for my regulars," she confided in him in a soft, caressing tone, whispering in his ear, "but... there's something about you." Then he felt her soft tongue on his neck, just below the ear! He couldn't stop the gasp that escaped his mouth.

Kissing her way down his neck to the top of his shirt, her nimble fingers opened the top button, and then the next and next, and then followed down his chest with her hot mouth, planting kisses every few centimeters.

"Oh God..." Bret exclaimed when his shirt was opened all the way -- and she moved on to his pants.

"Yes," she winked up at him as she knelt down between his legs, "and it's about to get..." she opened the zipper with one quick pull, "better!"

His hard cock was easily visible against his white boxers, even in the bad lighting.

"Oooh... very nice!" she breathed at the sight of it. She moved quickly to free it from its cotton-prison, and finally the hard rod got the freedom it had struggled for since entering the club!

"Mhm, baby..." she smiled up at him, "shame on you for hiding all this from us!" Flattery, flattery, flattery. To the women of her trade, it was no secret what men liked, so why shouldn't she give it to them? That aside, Bret really did have a nice dick, thick and long -- not the biggest she'd seen, sure, but by no means small.

Bret didn't really know how to respond, so he didn't. He just waited, waited for her to make the next move, he had no idea what it would be. Would she actually fuck him? Wasn't that illegal? Whatever she did from here on on, it was certainly worth the benjamin!

"Would you like me to..." she said in that soft, lust-filled voice of hers, "suck your biiig cock?" To underline her point, she gave the head a quick, teasing lick, sending bolts of excitement through the horny man.

"God yes!" he gasped -- of course he would!

"Mhm... me too," she purred, and with that she opened her mouth and engulfed the hard head with her soft lips.

It was wonderful! Bret had never felt anything like it. Warm, moist... sexy! The view of his rock-hard john disappearing into the red mouth of a stripper was unbelievable.

"Ahh..." he gasped as arousal shot through his body, and the level only increased when she lowered her head, taking more and more of his hardness into her mouth.

"Oh my God!" he gasped, having to fight hard to keep the imminent orgasm at bay. He had no experience on the subject but he knew -- knew -- it would look bad to cum within the first five seconds of a blow-job.

And then she introduced him to her tongue. It rapidly turned into a being of pure, unspoiled pleasure, as it rubbed and touched and provoked every inch of him at once. Oh God, it was good!

Lia was no novice to this business, and from everything she'd seen, she expected Bret to shoot his load within the next minute -- well, thirty seconds, actually -- so she decided to give him his money's worth. She quit the teasing, the slow seduction of his dick and went straight for the full-out blow-job. Soon her nose met with his pubic-hair as she deep-throated all of his pride and joy, and she began bobbing her head up and down, sucking it for all she was worth... and when it came to sex, Lia was worth a lot!


Under New Management Ch. 02



Bret awoke with a nagging feeling of someone watching. He didn't quite know where he got it from, but when he opened his eyes he saw a pair of big, blue eyes staring at him from the hallway. Big blue eyes, in a small, round face, belonging to a cute little girl. When their eyes met, she flashed him a huge grin -- where the two upper incisors were missing -- and hurried off, out of his sight.

"What...?" Bret wondered, trying to figure out what the hell was going on. This wasn't his bed, this wasn't his bedroom. Did he really go home with Lia the stripper last night...?

"Yes," he whispered to himself as more and more of last night came back to him. Kissing her, licking her... and the sex! Wow! He'd actually had sex with a woman! And a gorgeous one at that!

Smiling to himself he was about to get up -- when he realised he was buck-naked. He looked around and found his discarded clothes (first and foremost his boxers) and slipped them on. Boxers and pants first and then the shirt.

"Hey," Lia came in, just as he was buttoning it and greeted him with her bright smile, "you're awake!"

"Yeah..." he said, feeling a little confused. Happy to see her though, but still confused.

"Who... Was there a little girl in here?" he asked, briefly wondering if she'd been a dream.

"Yeah, Michelle," she answered with a little, proud smile, "she my youngest daughter -- and very curious!"

Bret nodded with a little smile. An awkward silence arose in the room as neither of them knew how to proceed.

Should I kiss him? Lia wondered, do I want to kiss him? Does he want me to? She didn't know, she didn't know what kind of relationship they had -- if they even had one! Was she just a one-night stand? Oh God, what had she done? She'd seduced and fucked her boss!

Oh God, what will Michelle and Julia think? she thought, why the hell did I bring him back here!?

"Ehm..." she said, trying to pull herself together, "would you... would you like some breakfast? I'm making pancakes..."

"Oh! Oh, yes. Yes, please," Bret said, happy to get past the awkwardness and realising that he was actually quite hungry.

She led him into the kitchen where her two, blonde daughters were already sitting at the table.

"This is Mr. Jensen," Lia introduced him; "he slept here last night and wants to eat breakfast with us."

Soon Bret found himself sitting at the head of the table while two young girls -- and one older, very attractive one, though she pretended not to -- kept watching his every move. The pancakes were good though!

"Are you and mommy friends?" the older daughter, Julia, asked suddenly, eyeing him suspiciously.

"Ehh..." Bret tried to answer, suddenly remembering Lia screaming in orgasm last night as she rode him.

"Mr. Jensen is mommy's boss. I work for him," Lia explained, feeling a little nervous and rather ashamed. Except for Monique, she'd never before brought anyone from her work home to the girls. She wanted them to grow up without knowing how their mother earned her money.

"Well, eh..." Bret said when the silence once again grew in the little kitchen, "I... I should probably head home. Need to get a cab to get my car at the clu- at work," he said, too late realising that Julia and Michelle probably didn't know their mother worked at a club.

"Oh. Yeah," Lia said, confused, relieved and disappointed at the same time. She actually wanted him to stay -- if for no other reason, then the more time he spent with her wonderful daughters, the harder it'd hopefully be for him to fire her. But she also did like him and liked to have him around, for some reason. At the other hand, it'd probably be better for him to go. It had to feel quite strange for the girls that an unknown man ate breakfast with them in their kitchen at a random Tuesday morning.

"No, stay!" Michelle declared. With lightning-speed she jumped down from her chair and crawled up on his lap, trapping him.

"Michelle!" Lia scolded her, but Bret didn't stand a chance against the charm of the six-year old. Who could resist that, anyway? With an awkward smile he looked down at the little girl, "why don't you want me to go?"

"Mommy wants you to stay!" she stated and looked across the table at her mother, the professional stripper who now blushed scarlet and looked down, not having any idea what she was going to do or say.

"Michelle..." she muttered but gave up. Instead, she went up and got some more juice from the fridge, buying herself some time. Not that it mattered.

Michelle won. Bret stayed until it was time for school, eating with a little blonde girl on his lap, while her sister watched, torn between anger and jealousy. And their mother too, of course, who couldn't sort out her own feelings either. Hope, fear and confusion all battled within her without any clear victor.

When it was time to go, Bret gracefully paid for the cabs to take Lia and the girls to school and him to his day-time job.

---

"Hey, Mr. Jensen," Hugh greeted their new boss as he entered the club. He nodded at the impressively muscled bouncer and continued into the club, heading for the office.

"That him?" he heard a feminine voice from behind and when he turned around, a tall blonde woman came walking towards him. Her outfit, no, her entire being seemed to scream 'look at me!'... which wasn't easy to accomplish, considering she was in a strip-club where most of the girls wore outfits that showed off their bodies in the most arousing ways.

She wore a bright, white t-shirt with the words 'Daddy's Little Princess' written across the far too-tight chest in girly pink. The t-shirt only reached her navel, leaving the rest of her stomach bare, showing off her light-tanned skin.

Her mini-shorts were bright pink, with small, dark red hearts strewn across the fabric, showing her well-shaped thighs and long, sexy legs. The white, knee-high socks led the thoughts to a little girl, but the tall, pink stripper-heels contradicted that illusion. Secretly, she'd have preferred ballerina-shoes but... well, the heels just made her ass look good!

Her make-up followed the theme: Pink, glittery eye-shadow, glitters spread across the cheeks and a pink lip-stick. Her long blonde hair hung down in large corkscrew-curls, underlining her childlike appearance.

Bret stopped dead in his track as this image of corrupt innocence and sexy beauty came closer and closer, and the smell of sweet perfume reached him.

"Hey Bossman!" the sweet teen greeted him with a happy smile when she reached him.

"Eh... hey," he said, fighting to keep his eyes on hers. But there was just so much else of her to look at!

"I'm Bubbles," she continued in the same joyful tone, "sorry I missed you yesterday, but I don't work Mondays, see?"

"Ehm, sure," Bret said and stole a quick look at her very massive bust -- shit, what size were those tits? D's? They looked enormous on her slim frame!

She noticed, of course, and smile widely at him, happy to be admired. This top was certainly working!

"Your name is Bubbles?" he asked when his eyes once again returned to hers.

"Yeah. Bubbles, see?" she asked as she crossed her arms just below her bubbling boobs and pressed them together and upwards, almost like she were offering them to him.

"Oh..." understanding dawning on Bret, understanding and intense arousal! "well, I thought it might have something to do with your... well, spirit... mood..."

Bubbles shrugged, "well, maybe that too," she giggled.

"It's a... ahh... nice name," he said, once again eyeing her breasts, figuring that she wouldn't mind too much. In some respects, it certainly was easier to work in the insurance-business. It was a lot easier to keep oneself from staring at properly-covered secretaries and co-workers than strippers who were more than eager to put themselves on display!

On the other hand, the strippers didn't seem to mind...

"Thanks!" Bubbles smiled, "but anyway, I just wanted to say hey, and that I hope you'll enjoy my show. I'm on at seven... and a quarter past nine. And then again at midnight..."

"I'll... I'll be sure to have a look," he said, wanting to make this spectacular girl happy.

"Yay!" she exclaimed excitedly and gave him a quick, hard kiss on the cheek, ensuring she left behind a pink lip-stick mouth, before she gave him a last smile and went back to... whatever she'd been doing before Bret arrived. He stood for a moment, admiring her butt as it walked away. Huh... another reason why they call her Bubbles... he thought, before forcing himself back from the lusty thoughts of what he'd like to do to her.

Thinking of Lia, and what they'd done the night before helped. His mouth split in a proud grin as he recalled her crying out in pleasure as she rode him. Yup, that image certainly banished any thoughts of the bubbling stripper -- though it did nothing for the hard-on that had grown in his pants.

He shook his head and went to see how Tina was fairing with the profit-predictions he'd made last night.

---

"Oh! Oh yeees!" he heard Tina moan, so loudly it easily went through the closed door.

What the hell is going on in there? he wondered, somewhat redundant. It was fairly obvious what was going on after all.

Well, curiosity might have killed the cat, but life would be so boring without it! As silently as possible, he turned the door-knob, trying his best to avoid the telling 'click!' and pushed it open. Inside, he saw his redheaded manager sitting topless behind her desk, her hands mauling her big tits -- and with a head full of black hair covering her privates! Looking closer, he thought he recognised her as the black stripper he'd seen the first night he was at the club, though he could only see her hair and part of her turned-away face.

"Mhm... yes! Don't stop! Lick me, you black slut!" she commanded in a hard voice. A little racist, perhaps, but somehow also extremely hot for the young owner who just couldn't look away.

"Mhm, yeah... I love your hot little tongue! Yes, right there, that's a good slut, lick me! Harder! Harder, damnit!" Tina exclaimed, obviously in the throes of passion. She put a hand down on her partner's head and pushed it harder against her cunt, while she sighed deeply.

"Yes! Like that, you little cunt! Yes! Yes! YES!" she gasped as she apparently finally got what she wanted from the black stripper. Soon she was thrashing around in her chair, gasping and crying out in pleasure, quite clearly getting closer and closer to the big O.

Shit, this is hot! Bret thought. Like most men he'd never seen lesbians outside of porns -- and like most men he'd always had fantasies about it!

"Ooooh! Fuck, yes! Oh! OH! Oh, fuck! Yes, my clit, lick my clit! Mhm, show me why I should keep you here! Earn your pay! Earn it! Fuck! FUUUCK!" Tina cried and her entire body seemed to tighten up as she came loudly!

The black stripper kept licking for a little while before looking up at the manager.

"Did I do good, Miss Black?" she asked in a needy little voice, and Tina patted her condescendingly on her head.

"Yes, you did fine, Trish. Just fine..." she sighed contently.

"Then maybe we could...?" she asked, hinting at something Bret didn't know what was -- but he had a million guesses, one hotter than the next!

"You want it that badly?" Tina smiled down at her lover, who nodded eagerly.

"Then ask me!" the controlling redhead demanded.

"Please, Miss Black, will you fuck me? Fuck me with your big, white dick? I need it so badly!" the kneeling stripper begged, making Bret's cock jerk in his pants. He flashed-back to Monique's pleading eyes, just before she'd sucked him off the night before.

Like Bret, Tina couldn't resist, so she nodded and opened one of the drawers of the desk, finding a large, flesh-coloured dildo on some sort of harness. Together, the two women got it strapped on to Tina, so she now sported a very impressive cock. Still kneeling, Trish gave it a couple of sloppy licks before she took it into her mouth, sucking it off the best she knew.

"Enough of that!" Tina commanded before the blowjob even got started, and the stripper obediently pulled her head off it again, looking up at her domineering lover.

"You know what to do, slut!" she ordered, and again Trish obeyed without hesitating, standing up and draping herself across the table, her ass towards Tina and her upper body resting on her elbows. Bret was amazed that neither of them noticed him, standing right outside the open door as he was, but they were both too caught up in their needs. Then again, Bret wasn't sure he would have noticed if an elephant had come crashing into the room last night when Lia was riding him...

Now that she wasn't hidden by the table anymore, Bret couldn't help but notice she was completely naked. Her huge, black boobs forced his eyes on them, so big and tempting.

"You want it? You want my big cock?" Tina asked, and Trish nodded feverishly.

"Yes, please fuck me, Miss Black! Oh, please fuck me... I LOVE your beautiful, white cock!"

Granting her her wish, Tina found Trish's entrance and slowly fed her big dick to it.

"Ooooh... sooo biiig..:" the black stripper gasped, obviously enjoying it. Her entire body radiated sexual heat -- and Bret wasn't sure he'd been able to go slow like Tina did. He'd most likely just hammered into her, too eager to feel her soft cunt around his dick to wait for anything.

Of course, Tina couldn't feel the soft cunt, since she didn't have a dick, but had to use a plastic or rubber copy. But still...!

When the cock had disappeared completely into the sexy, black stripper, she started moving in and out. Slowly at first she gradually built a good rhythm that soon had Trish whining in pleasure.

"Aii! Aii!" she cried, "oh, harder, Miss Black, please fuck me harder!"

"You want to get fucked like the cheap little slut you are?" Tina demanded and Trish nodded desperately. Tina reached forward, grabbed a hold of her long, black hair and gave it a hard pull, while she hammered her fake dick into her submissive lover. Her big, somewhat saggy tits shook everytime she forced her white dildo into the black woman, and she was quickly working up a good sweat, making her skin shine in the pale light from the lamps.

"Ahhh!" Trish cried, whether in pain or enjoyment, Bret wasn't sure... and maybe Trish wasn't either. Her face looked completely screwed up, like in pain, but she kept fucking back, meeting every one of Tina's hard thrusts.

God! Bret thought when he noticed something around Trish's neck that he hadn't seen earlier, she's wearing some kind of collar! Shit, is she some kind of slave?! he wondered. Like any normal guy with access to porn, he'd heard about master/slave relationships, and this submissive woman wearing a collar certainly seemed to point in that direction! But she also seemed to like it...

"Oh God yes! YES! Yes, yes, yes! Fuck me with your powerful, white dick! Take my black pussy, it's yours!" the stripper (slave?) cried, affirming whether she liked it or not, "I'm gonna... Yes, please, Miss Black... Ahh! YES! YES!"

Her body shook in clear pleasure as her lover (Mistress?) kept fucking her.

"Ah! Ahh! AHHH!" Trish cried and fell down on the table, unable to keep herself supported any longer. Her big tits got mashed down onto the hard, wooden surface, giving Bret a view he couldn't help but love.

"Oh God..." Trish gasped after a few minutes, gradually gaining her bearings, "that... was... wonderful!" She slowly stood up from the table and turned around to face her white lover and boss.

"I know!" Tina sighed, "you were great!" Much to Bret shock, she hugged her naked, black lover and gave her a long, loving kiss.

"You too, Tina. God, I love licking your pussy..." she smiled and they kissed again.

"Not as much as you like getting fucked, eh?" Tina grinned and gave her long, white dildo a pat.

"Haha! Maybe you're right! But then again, who wouldn't love getting a good, hard fucking from you?"

More intimate kissing while Bret watched with huge, uncomprehending eyes. Just a second ago, Trish was a worthless black slut, and Tina was 'Miss Black'... and now they were kissing like the most loving couple?!

"What the...?" he said, a little too loud. The kissing women -- no longer under the control of their sexual passions turned around, caught red-handed.

"Mr. Jensen!" Tina gasped, and covered her boobs and crotch with her arms and hands, while she tried to find a way to explain. She was a smart woman, capable of thinking fast... but there are just some situations one can't talk oneself out of.

"Eh... it's not what it looks like," she attempted nevertheless, but stopped, considering it was exactly what it looked like.

"Trish, is it?" he asked the black stripper, and she nodded, eyes downcast. This didn't look good!

"Get your clothes and get out of here," Bret instructed, falling into the role of their boss with relative ease. At least he knew what to do in that role -- and it made it a lot easier to focus and ignore such things as naked breasts!

Trish's clothes were strewn across the floor, and she quickly got them all gathered, and, with a last, lingering glance at Tina, the sexy, black girl went past Bret and out the door.

"So, Tina," he said and shut the door behind them, "what the hell is going on?"

"Eh.. well, Trish and I..." she began, mumbling.

"... Were basically fucking each other, yes?" he finished the sentence for her. She could hardly deny it, so she nodded and looked down. She was still naked but at this point it didn't really seem to matter.

"So, she earns her right to work in my club by sleeping with you?" he wondered, remembering what she'd say in her passion.

"No!" she looked up, "no, not at all! She's a great dancer, we're just..."

"But you said so. When she licked you. You said it loud and clear..." Bret interrupted her, looking at her with a neutral expression.

"You heard that? You were... you were spying on us?" she looked at him in wonder, and now he had to look away, a bit ashamed.

"Well, alright, I'll give you that one," he admitted, "and I'll apologise for that. But answer my question."

"No! She really is a good dancer! The crowd loves her," Tina said, looking him straight in the eyes as she fought for her lover's --and quite possibly her own -- job, "they like a little diversity. They'd get tired of hot, white blondes all the time, so we have her and Monique and Rana and Ling-Ling to... spice up the show."

"Okay... so why did you say it?" he wondered. He had to admire the redhead's cool, though, as she stood there, calm and collected, arguing for her job without a shred of clothes on. Realising, he'd already seen all she had to show, she'd even given up trying to cover herself.

"It's... well, okay, it's a game we play. Or perhaps not a game, but... well, when it comes to sex, she likes to be humiliated, and I like doing that to her. Not that it's any of your business!"

"Yeah, I think I saw a bit of that," he said with a smile, and she blushed again.

"But I love her. If you want to fire anyone, it should be me. She wouldn't have done it here if I hadn't convinced her it was safe."

Bret thought for a moment. No harm was really done -- and it had been awesome to look at! Besides, work here would get impossibly difficult without Tina, so...

"I'm not gonna fire anyone. This industry is a lot different than what I come from, so I guess I'll have to adjust a little. But just so we're clear: I pay you rather well. I expect you to work for that money. Deal?" he said and offered her his hand.

She nodded solemnly and shook his hand.

"Good. Now, get dressed and go tell Trish that neither of you are fired but your trysts will have to be on your breaks only!" he smiled and she couldn't keep a relieved laughter back.




Under New Management Ch. 02



---

When Lia walked into the changing room, around half an hour after Tina and Bret struck their accord, she got an icy-cold shoulder from all her colleagues. Not even Monique greeted her, everyone just minded their own business, continuing with their outfits and make-up.

"Hey," she said, unsure, as she sat down next to Monique in front of her mirror. The Latina just looked at her and muttered something unintelligible in-place of a real welcome.

"What's going on?" she asked, even more confused than when she'd arrived.

"Oh, I guess everyone's just a little surprised that you haven't gotten your own office yet. Now that you're the boss's whore. Or wait -- his mistress, seeing how he's a rich guy. That's what rich guys have, right? Mistresses?" the angry Latina spat at her best friend.

"What? No, that's not... you've got it all wrong," Lia declared desperately, staring unhappily at her friend.

"Oh, really?" Monique asked still looking hard into the mirror, avoiding eye-contact with Lia, "let's see... we get a new boss, and on the first night here, you take him home! Hoping for a promotion, eh?"

"No!" the blonde woman gasped, "it wasn't like that! I... I just wanted to talk to him about that..." she lowered her voice, "special dance I gave him the first night he was here."

"Ah... so in order to prove you weren't a whore, you fucked him. Clever," Monique said acidly. She couldn't remember feeling so betrayed as when she saw Lia walk out with their new boss -- only she couldn't really tell her that she was afraid it screwed up the arrangement she had with the boss. If the blowjob the day before turned out to be for nothing, she'd tear Lia's hair out!

"I... no! It just... happened!" Lia tried to defend herself.

"Right!" Monique said, not believing her at all.

"Okay, fine! Believe what you want!" Lia hissed at her, finally getting fed up with everyone judging her.

"I will!"

---

Ten past nine, Bret sat in the bar, enjoying a drink. He finally understood why his boss drank so much -- it felt good to unwind with one after a hard day's work... and there was more waiting! He just wanted to catch this Bubbles' show like he'd promised. He was quite curious, he had to admit. She'd seemed... very unique.

"And now, ladies and gentlemen," the DJ's voice boomed out of the club's speakers, "the one and only... Bubbles!"

Aqua's Barbiegirl started, and the tall, sexy teen stepped out on the scene. Her sparkling make-up positively glowed in the bright light and she smiled happily at all her admirers. She wore a little powder-blue button-down dress, impossibly tight across her chest, showing off her impressive tits and straining the buttons to breaking point. It became looser as it flowed down her tall body until it ended mid-thigh. Whenever she moved too fast, she showed off her ruffled, white silk-panties. Just below her knees the same white socks, Bret had seen her in earlier, but instead of the high pink heels, she wore a pair of blues ones -- to match her dress. In her blonde, curly hair were a number of blue ribbons, also matching her dress.

She looked like a little girl in a grown woman's voluptuous body. She looked incredibly sexy in a highly forbidden way. Like a trip into a dirty fantasy that stayed safe because it was so clear that it was only a fantasy.

There was a loud applause for her -- evidently, the crowd knew and liked her. She flashed her pretty, little smile at her audience and started swaying her body to the music, giving tantalising glimpses of her cute panties.

Bret liked what he saw -- like every other man in the club who were watching -- and was surprised when he noticed the strange, little bottle she held in her hand. Suddenly, while she was still dancing, she took something out of the bottle and blew into it.

Large soap-bubbles about the size of golf-balls flew out of it and floated away, leaving behind her a trail of beautiful beads, shining in the strong light.

"Bubbles, eh?" Bret asked CJ who nodded with a grin.

"I dunno what's about it, man. She always uses those soap-things some way or the other when she's on stage -- kinda her signature, you know? The crowd likes it so she keeps doing it... sets her aside from the other girls," the bartender answered.

"Like she needed a gimmick to separate herself from the rest?" Bret laughed, looking at her. The air above the stage was filled with bubbles as they seemed much more resilient than ordinary soap-bubbles.

She threw her soap-bottle away and started playing with the hem of her dress, lifting it up at bit to show off her smooth thighs and ruffled panties.

"Hah!" CJ exclaimed, "now comes the good stuff."

Snap! She ripped open the first three buttons in one powerful pull, her dress suddenly open up to her stomach, showing off the lower part of her well-trained body.

"More!" someone from the audience yelled, and she grinned happily.

"Want to see more?" she asked loudly over the music in her sweet voice and moved her hands up a bit, juuust below her breasts. Yells of agreement met her and she smiled widely and pulled at her dress again. Buttons popped again, this time all the way up to her breasts -- but still covering the magnificent globes! The audience got a teasing view of the swell of her 'underboob' but no more, as she continued her dance for their pleasure.

Bret smiled widely, admiring her teasing way. Give them aaalmost what they wanted and then let them wait for the rest! He managed to tear his eyes away from the dancing girl and took a look at the club.

Down in the booths in the back of the club something caught his eye. The wonderful Lia was giving a lap-dance to a middle-aged man that looked like a low-ranking businessman.

Bret smirked condescendingly at him. Paying for a lap-dance... Pff! I'll get so much more of her for free! He was hoping she'd come up to the bar when her shift was over, like she had the night before. Oh, how the night before had been great! Without a doubt the best in his life...

What's the creep doing? he thought in disgust as he saw him put his ugly paw on her ass and squeezed her. She should tell him to get it off... why didn't she tell him? The creep leaned up and whispered something to her -- what did he say?

She got off him -- finally! -- but took his hand and led him away... to one of the VIP-rooms labelled Private -- the same one she'd taken him to the first night when they'd... the first night he enjoyed her company!

"What the...?" he muttered angrily and got up. For a moment he considered bursting in on them but changed his mind and walked back to his office, not even noticing he missed Bubbles pulling off the last of her buttons and showing her wonderful tits to anyone caring to watch.

He slammed the door behind him, seething with a rage he couldn't quite understand. How dared she? After last night?! What was the matter with her?

"Wait, wait, wait..." he breathed. The girls took customers to those rooms for private dances but that didn't necessarily mean a blowjob! It could just be a private dance! He needed to know before he got all bent out of shape. He found the phone and called Tina's office.

"Tina? I need you to send someone to find Lia and send her to my office. Yeah, right away," he said into it and hung up before she could ask why.

It took almost fifteen minutes before there was a knock on the door. No one was allowed to enter the Private-rooms, unless in an emergency, so they'd had to wait for her to be finished.

"Enter!" he called, and she did so.

"What's this about, Boss?" she asked carefully as she stepped into the room. She didn't know whether she should sit or not, so she just stood in front of his desk.

This day had been the strangest she could remember. First the awkwardness in the kitchen, then the coldness of her friends and colleagues... and now her boss or lover or whatever he was summoned her out of nowhere!

"I, eh... saw you invite a man into one of the private rooms," he said, careful to hide any anger from her, "what eh... what did he want."

"What is this, an interrogation?" she immediately went on the defensive. Why was he asking this?

"Just answer," he shrugged.

"What do you think we did?" she demanded.

"Please, just tell me..." he asked, getting fed up with her evasion.

"Riley's one of my regulars. I did the same for him as I did for you, and he paid me twice as much!" she finally informed him in a cold voice.

"Oh... so I didn't pay you enough, is that it?" he wanted to know, growing more and more angry with her. He should have known. He should have been smarter!

"I have two little girls! I'll do whatever it takes to keep them fed, dressed and in school. Do you understand that?!" she declared, temper rising. She knew she shouldn't take her frustrations out on her boss, she knew she was risking a swift kick out the door but she couldn't keep her temper in check anymore.

"Fine!" he shouted and stood up, "get out there and sell yourself!"

She stood and rushed to the door, tears bursting from her eyes -- and she wasn't willing to let him see them.

"Lia!" he called, just as she reached the door, "when you wake up tomorrow, hug your little girls, and thank them for still having a job. I'm not gonna fire a mother just because I thought she wasn't a whore... but... stay away from me now on."

She stopped for a moment and nodded, still with her back to him, then went out the door, leaving behind her broken-hearted boss.

She went straight for the bathroom, not willing to been seen by anyone else, crying.

"You... you were supposed to understand!" she told the mirror as she let the tears run freely.

---

Bret worked furiously for the next couple of hours, drowning out any emotion. There was so much to do, no reason to dwell on what'd happen, after all. If he just stayed busy, he wouldn't have think about how she'd fooled him. There was no doubt in Bret's mind that it was all her fault -- of course he'd expected her to stay faithful after that wonderful night they'd shared. But now he felt so stupid... No, better to get buried in work! Until he got interrupted...

Someone knocked on the door.

What now? he thought, not really interested in talking to anyone but he could hardly shut himself in on his office, either.

"Enter!" he called... and in walked a wet dream. The girl CJ had called Lil' Stacy walked in, wearing her school-girl uniform, complete with her bottle-blonde hair in pig-tails, tight, crispy-white shirt, ridiculously short skirt, white leg-warmers and black, patent-leather shoes... with, of course, fifteen-centimetre-tall heels.

And to make it hotter, behind her came another girl, dressed in a tight red top, a short red skirt and high red heels.

"Hey Boss!" Stacey greeted him, "I'm Stacey and this is Christie."

"Ehh... hello!" Bret said, a little confused but more than happy to see the two sexy girls, "can I help you?"

"Weeell," Stacey began, "it's not so much what you can do for us, but..."

"We have an idea for a shared dance for Friday, and we wanted to show it to you," Christie continued. She was a tall, slim woman, around twenty-five. Unlike most of the girls that worked for Bret, she didn't have much in breast-department, but she was utterly beautiful, and quite arousing for people who looked for more in a girl than just a pair of huge hooters. Her short, brown hair was cut in a wild hair-cut that gave her an edge of unpredictability.

"Okay..." Bret said, hesitating, "I'm not sure this is the best time though..." They were extremely hot and under normal circumstances, they'd have made him quite horny, but he was sure that seeing them dance would only remind him of Lia, and he wasn't really interested in that. Actually, he just wanted to be alone, work until he got too tired to add and subtract and then go get hammered in his own booze at the bar. The girls, however, had other plans...

"Aww... are you sure, Boss? We really, really, really want to show you..." Stacey said, blinking with her eyes like a little girl asking for a cookie. Bret didn't stand a chance.

"I... eh..." he said, trying to remember what his point was. All he could remember was that he'd made this incredibly beautiful woman sad.

So far, in Bret's busy life, he'd only rarely had a chance to even speak to a woman as hot as her, and now he'd upset her! What was the matter with him!?

Despite his heart-ache, Bret was still a young man -- and these two (especially Stacey!) were very, very good at manipulating men -- so good in fact that they'd made a living out of it...

"Please, Boss... sit in the couch. We really want to show you how good we are," Christie asked, smiling at him -- with the same effect as Stacey's blinking eyes: Bret melted like butter and followed her suggestion and moved to the couch.

"Now, this isn't the best sound-quality, of course," Stacey said as she fished a small cell-phone out of her breast-pocket, "but... it'll do." She put it down on the table and started a song Bret had never heard before. It had a good rhythm and a fast beat, though, perfect for a naughty little dance.

Both girls started moving to the rhythm almost per instinct -- force of habit, Bret figured, or an industrial injury -- shaking their hips and bodies the best they knew. And they knew how to do it well!

Stacey moved in front of Christie, facing Bret and the couch and raised her hand above her head, snapping her fingers to the beat. She smiled down at her boss, a smile full of promises of naughty deeds to come.

"Mhm, you wanna see these?" Christie asked from behind Stacey and slid her arms around the sexy school-girl and grasped her large tits. She squeezed them, while Bret nodded eagerly; he did indeed want to see them -- and he wanted Christine to show them to him!

"We thought so," Stacey grinned, and Christie's hands moved down her slim body, until she reached the lowest button. With skill born of experience, she opened it, showing off her smooth skin. Christie's nimble hands with the long, blood-red nails moved up to the next button.

"Want to see more?" she asked and without waiting for Bret's enthusiastic answer, she got the next one open. And the next. And the next, until only a single one kept the shirt together -- the one strategically placed just over her massive breasts which gave her an impressive cleavage, both from above and below.

"Wow..." Bret was staring at the attention-craving swell of her breasts, almost hypnotised. Every movement, every time she rolled her hips to the music sent gentle ripples through her almost-freed boobs, ripples that ended below the damn remains of her top! All thoughts of Lia were gone; he could only stare at Stacey's near-perfect body.

"You ain't seen nothing yet," Christie said with an alluring laughter and pulled on the both sides of the top, tearing it open, and out burst a pair of the biggest, sexiest tits Bret had ever seen!

Large and firm with almost little sag, they were just perfect in Bret's amazed eyes. The pink nipples were hard and stood out like little pebbles, pointing at him. Christie pulled Stacey's top down over her arms and completely off, leaving her wearing only her plaited skirt.

"Like them?" Christie asked and covered the two beautiful melons with her hands, gently massaging them, making them even more tempting to the young man.

"I... of course!" Bret exclaimed. This isn't happening! This must be a dream. Wow...!

"Mhm... me too!" Christie giggled and pinched Stacey's nipples, drawing a small sigh of pleasure from the half-naked woman.

"Now, I know mine aren't as big," she cupped the entire roundness of Stacey's massive boobs in her hands, demonstrating their sheer size, "but would you like to see them as well?" She let go of Stacey's jugs and stood out from behind her, finding her own breasts with her hands.

Bret's eyes flew from Stacey's naked chest to Christie's still-covered and back again. Overloaded with sexual desire, he could only nod, almost shaking with need.

Stacey stayed put, still dancing, gently jiggling her tits with every movement, forcing Bret to look at her every few seconds, while Christie started to unbutton her own top. It had only three buttons, so it didn't take long before it hung loose, still covering her chest but giving enticing views of her small but still fascinating boobs.

"You want to see?" she asked again, and again Bret nodded, "you want Stacey to show them to you?"

"God, yes!" Bret gasped in reply. He couldn't get enough of this girl-on-girl stuff, it was so hot! The top-less Stacey smiled at him and parted the red top, Christie was wearing, showing Bret and herself the smallish breasts. Two sets of boobs out in the open, and they were almost touching! Wow, this was hot!

The two girls smiled at Bret and then turned to one another, and suddenly the two semi-naked chicks were kissing! Kissing, like they were lovers, like they wanted to devour each other. Kissing like he and Lia had done the night before... No, forget that! Determined, he pushed that thought aside and focused on the two beautiful ladies in front of him, as they swapped saliva... and rubbed their chests against one another. How could this get better?

"Now, Boss," Stacey said and answered his unspoken question when they finally broke a part, "would you like to join in?" She gave him her naughty smile, and again Bret found himself speechless. But that was okay; he only needed to nod.

The girls giggled and walked to the couch, their tits jiggling (especially Stacey's!) with every step, sitting down on each side of him.

Oh God, he thought, scarcely able to understand his good fortune, is this what Karma feels like? Years and years of being repressed and alone was now getting exchanged for sexy, willing strippers -- and now even two at a time!

"So, how do you like it so far, Boss?" Stacey asked and gently caressed his face with her wonderfully soft hand.

"Oh, I think he likes it!" Christie declared, as she let her hands glide across his lap and felt his painfully hard dick.

"God yes!" Bret readily admitted as she gently touched the proof of his excitement. Oh, how he wanted her to touch it, wanted her to stroke it, play with it, suck it... fuck it!

"Well, why don't we see for ourselves?" Christie wondered and opened his pants. Stacey crawled up on her knees and leaned into her new boss and pressed her lips against his, while her colleague freed his iron-hard dick. Tag-teamed this way, Bret could do little but surrender to the wills of his two beautiful girls.

Stacey's lips were unbelievably soft and tasted like strawberries, and when she parted them and seductively entered his mouth with her tongue, bolts or arousal shot through his already red-hot body and met with the equally intensive waves of excitement that Christie's hands produced when she pulled his dick freed of his boxers and wrapped her hands around it.

"Wow..." she breathed. She'd imagined a demure, suit-wearing guy like Bret would be rather small in this so-important department, and she was pleasantly surprised by what she found -- very pleasantly surprised!

"God..." Bret gasped into Stacey's mouth, not knowing how much longer his poor body could withstand the onslaught of pure sexuality these strippers exposed him to - and when he felt something wet and hot surround the sensitive head of his dick it certainly didn't help!

"Mlah..." Christie sighed in delight, her mouth full of cock, and began to blow her boss. Slowly swallowing more and more of the long, fat prick, she could feel it pulsate with need. As the experienced fellatrix she was, she new it wouldn't be long before she was rewarded with a splash of hot, salty cum...

"You like that?" Stacey whispered in his ear, breaking the kiss, "you like having a little slut like Christie sucking you?" Again Bret's only response was a heartfelt nod -- why wouldn't he?!




Under New Management Ch. 02



"Yeah, of course you do," she continued, reading his mind -- not that it was particularly difficult at the moment -- and reached out and took his right hand.

"Mhm... why don't you feel my tits?" she asked and led his hand up to her heavy breasts where he grabbed and squeezed the nearest one on instinct.

"Oh, yes," Stacey sighed in his ear, encouraging his eager hand -- and invited the left that quickly followed its twin up to her chest. Her breasts were deliciously soft but still with a certain firmness to them -- they felt completely different from Lia's which were somehow harder... more steady, somehow.

It was impossible to say which were better -- except he only had a memory of Lia's while he had these two huge cannonballs in his hands!

"Oh God..." he gasped, the constant bombardment of erotic sensations quickly overturning his ability to keep the orgasm at bay. He felt like he was drowning in a sea of wonderful, wonderful sexiness, and soon he'd have to give up, had to have that sweet, sweet release he was fighting so desperately.

When Christie wrapped her hand around his shaft and started stroking it in time with her sucking mouth, he finally did surrender.

"Arh!" he gasped and his entire body tightened up for a second, making him maul the poor boobs in his hands before pleasure completely overwhelmed him, washing over him in great waves. His proud dick fired waves after waves of its sticky sperm up into her waiting mouth and down her throat. Christie took great pride in the fact that she always swallowed and nothing ever escaped her practised lips...

"Oh God, oh God, oh God..." Bret sighed, completely spent -- for now.

"Thanks, Boss," the brunette smiled up at him and licked her lips in a show of enjoyment.

"You liked it?" Stacey whispered in his ear, while he was still fondling her tits.

"Hell yeah!" Bret exclaimed -- what else could he say?

"Good... now let's see, Christie," Stacey continued, "what would be the fastest way to get our handsome boss hard and ready again?"

"I dunno, Stace," Christie admitted, "I could eat you out?" That caught Bret's attention! His eyes widened and Christie -- who still had her hand around his cock, gently massaging it while it lost its hardness -- felt how his dick jerked at the thought.

"Haha! I think he likes the idea," she said with a naughty little grin.

"Good! 'Cause I wanna feel that big... hard... dick in me!" Stacey declared. She laid back and spread her legs, giving her two companions an easy view up her skirt at her white lace-panties. The couch was pretty long, and she didn't even reached the end as she lay there, awaiting her colleague's tongue.

Christie gave Bret a sly wink and crawled over him, making sure to place her sexy little ass on his lap and placed her face over Stacey's pussy. Pulling the skirt up and the panties aside, she could finally taste the little minx's honey-pot.

"Oooh..." Stacey sighed, already being quite worked up and more than a little damp. She loved attention, and the way Bret couldn't tear his eyes off her really fed her addiction to male admiration.

Christie's tongue flew around in the silken folds of the tasty pussy, licking the labia, down and sucked on the clit before sticking it as far into the soft hole where Stacey hoped to get her boss's fat dick.

"Ah... yeah..." Stacey sighed, loving her friend's tongue and put her hands on her tits, grasping the massive melons and pinching her hard nipples -- doing whatever she could for a little added arousal.

"God," Bret breathed at the erotic sight. A stripper was lying across his lap with her cute little butt sticking up at him, licking an even sexier stripper while she felt up herself...

How did my life get to this point? he thought in aroused happiness, and placed his hand on the tempting ass, squeezing it slightly through the thin skirt.

"Mhm, Boss," Christie smiled as she took a break from pussy-licking and looked up at him. Pussy-juices were visible on her face and she had a pleased look in her eyes -- like she thoroughly enjoyed what she was doing... and what he was doing.

They could both feel the jerks his cock gave against her taut stomach, and Christie winked at him before returning to her job at the pussy in front of her.

"Ah... yes," Stacey sighed when the pleasurable tongue returned to work, "that's... yes..."

Gradually, accompanied by Stacey's sighs and moans and the wet squishy-sounds from Christie's tongue (not to mention the feeling of the almost divine ass he was groping!), Bret felt his cock harden -- and so did the licking stripper. When she felt he was about ready to take it up a notch, she lifted her wet face off Stacey and crawled off his lap, down on the floor. Stacey sat halfway up and looked down at Christie, annoyed with the interruption, but immediately noticed Bret's semi-hardon and her frown changed to a seductive smile.

"Almost ready, I see?" she licked her lips as she saw it jerk. She sat up and crawled to him, staring into his eyes with the most inviting look she could manage -- and she managed well enough to make his cock jerk again. Their lips met once more and like before, she slipped her tongue into his mouth.

"Mhm..." Bret sighed into her mouth. He loved making out with this hot chick, and the promise of the wicked sex she had to be cable of helped harden his proud member -- of course it didn't hurt either that her big boobs were in temptingly easy range, and he soon was fondling them again.

Without breaking the kiss and the intimate connection she had with her boss for the moment, Stacey moved around, placed herself on her ass and spread her legs for her friend who was still sitting on the floor, watching the couple sink deeper and deeper into the kiss. When Stacey pointed down between her spread legs, she figured what she wanted, and she crawled in between her legs again, continuing where she left off a minute ago.

"Yesss..." Stacey cooed into Bret's mouth, and Bret's responded soon after with his own, gasping "Ahh!" when Christie once again grabbed his cock and started jacking it off. Bret, taking a little initiative himself (for the first time since these sexy women entered his office) pulled his mouth of hers, bowed down and started kissing and licking her fascinating melons.

"Ahh..." Stacey sighed as Christie expertly licked her pussy and Bret clumsily but enthusiastically teased her nipples. Fantastic! She could feel herself getting hotter and hotter, and the thought that she might actually cum entered her mind for the first time.

"God..." she gasped, "yes. Oh God, lick me! Lick me!"

Hearing how this incredibly sexy woman enjoyed his actions (his ego chose to ignore Christie for the time being), it didn't take long before Bret was once again hard as could be -- of course, having his way with these mighty funbags didn't hurt either - and Christine stood up and fetched her purse, leaving Stacey's pussy desperately alone. It took a second for her to realise what was happening, then she sent an evil glare at Christie and grabbed Bret's hand and put it down beneath her legs. She rubbed it around there for a second -- to get it started -- and then left it alone, letting him pick up on what had to be done on his own.

Bret manned up to the task, and soon she was once again writhing in joy as his fingers -- using what he'd learnt about feminine anatomy from Lia the night before -- found and prodded her sensitive spots... first and foremost her clit.

"Yes," Stacey gasped as Bret sucked on her nipples and teased her clitoris, "yes, that's good! Oh, my God!"

God! Who'd have known he actually knew how to do stuff? she thought in wonder as her body got closer and closer to the magical climax she wanted so badly.

"Shit!" she gasped as Bret suddenly shoved two fingers up in her well-lubed tunnel, increasing her arousal. Oh, she was getting closer and closer, though she wasn't especially hopeful -- she always had a hard time orgasming, and considering how he wasn't exactly experienced in the areas of love-making... well, her expectations weren't high.

Christie came back from her purse, happily waving a condom, still in its wrapper, and knelt down in front of the boss. She broke the foil, fished out the rubber and got it on the hard, waiting dick.

"So..." she smiled, while her blonde colleague was still gasping in arousal, "who goes where?"

It took a little manoeuvring, but Bret ended up on his back on the couch, and the girls crawled up on him -- one in each end, so to speak -- with Stacey on his face, eager to see if he was as good with his tongue as he was with his hand, and Christie slowly mounting his fat dick, hoping he'd return the favour and bring her off, as she'd done with him.

"Oh, you're big," the brunette gasped as she lowered herself down on him and her pussy got filled up by his proud member. Oh, it felt good to be filled up again, she'd gone almost a week since her last fuck -- and it hadn't been with one of such nice size...

"Mhm..." Stacey sighed, feeling his tongue find her good spots. Despite his lack of experience, Bret was a quick study and used what he'd found Lia to enjoy to bring pleasure to his blonde lover as well.

"God!" Christie exclaimed when she'd lowered herself all the way down, and the entire length of his shaft was inside her, massaging her from the inside. Oh, it felt good! Blowing him and licking Stacey had made her hot -- just as kneeling on the floor, servicing them like some sort of whorish maid while they sat on the couch and made out had. Her submissive streak had gotten satisfied, now her body needed the same, and she'd go off like a rocket!

Holy Moley! Bret thought, beneath the two incredibly sexy women, doing his best to sexual service the both of them, is this for real? TWO at once! Even with the condom, Christie felt wonderful as she rode his cock, and Stacey's cunt tasted delicious!

It was so hot, thrusting up into her soft, wet pussy that was still so delightfully tight! Oh, how she squeezed him, massaged him, tried to milk the cum out of him with her strong pussy! He only wished he could look up at her, see the need and satisfaction in her eyes, but, of course, Stacey was a little in the way...

"Oh, Bossman!" the eager rider gasped, gyrating her hips, trying to make him touch every place within her at once, "oh God! Oh, this is so bad, and you're sooo good!"

Fucking your boss is wrong! Fucking your boss is bad! Fucking your boss makes you cheap! Fucking your boss makes you a slut! the brunette stripper thought, and her sexual arousal shot through the roof! Oh, this was so wrong!

"YES!" she cried, suddenly attacked from all sides by undeniable pleasure, "yes, yes! Oh God, Boss, fuck me! Mr. Jensen, I love your cock! Oh yes! Oh! Oh!" She couldn't stop herself, she had to get the pleasure out somehow, had to tell the world how good she felt!

"Oh! OH! Oh, please, Mr. Jensen," she cried getting a kick out of using his 'title', out of putting him in a position above herself, "this is so hot! Oh... oh... GOD!"

Wow! Bret thought in awe and pride, hearing the brunette cum was sooo awesome! He felt the need himself, but he was still able to suppress it, at least long enough to make sure his ladies also enjoyed themselves. There was something special about giving her such enjoyment without even being able to see her... though he could feel her! Her cunt-muscles clamped up strongly around his dick as she came, increased the friction he felt whenever he thrust up into her.

Oh, Bret was so hot. Christie's orgasm, the incredible sense of her strong pussy, and the taste of Stacey! Every time he licked the blonde faux-schoolgirl's clit, she moaned loudly in response, turning him on further. Acting on a sudden impulse, his confidence boosted quite a bit after Christie's loud cum, he sucked Stacey's clit into his mouth and rapidly assaulted it with his tongue. Fast, hard licks that he hoped would turn her on.

They did.

"Oh my GOD!" the half-naked blonde shouted, pleasure shooting through her body from her clit, oh, she was so near! A little more, a little more, a little more! she thought desperately, wanting to cum so badly. She squirmished around on his face, unable to constrain herself, but her boss kept at it, kept giving her what she needed the most.

"Yes! Yes, yes, yes!" she cried out when his sharp teeth carefully and controlled pressed on her sensitive little button of pleasure. Pure, undiminished bliss rushed through her body as she came in a mind-melting orgasm.

"God! God, God, GOD!" she screeched out her pleasure as the orgasm stretched on and on, burning her up in its delicious fire. She reached down and scratched her boss's chest through his shirt with her long, red nails without really knowing what she was doing. She just didn't have any other way of expressing the powerful feelings that needed to come out.

"Oh... sooo gooood..." she gasped soon after almost making her lover bleed as she slowly got down from her wonderful high, while Bret kept licking her, slower now though. The need to rush had passed, after all...

Two satisfied ladies, one still-horny young man. Since she came, Christie had more or less stopped moving, just resting on top of her boss, his hard dick still embedded deep within her. Proud of himself -- he had done his part, after all -- he tried to get back in business and thrust up into his sexy employee, hoping to get her started again. Feeling him go at it again, Christie reacted automatically, and met his thrust, squeezing her muscles around him.

"Mhm..." she sighed, ready to go again despite just having cum quite hard.

Stacey, on the other hand, was more than done. She shook her head, trying to regain her focus, though not really succeeding.

Wow... this guy... she thought amazed, still not able to understand he'd actually managed to get her off -- and in an explosion like that! She crawled off him and stared down at him, thoroughly puzzled. He didn't look like much... especially not now, his face covered in her juices. How did he manage to make her cum when so many other, hunky, muscular guys she'd been with failed almost to the one? The thought that they failed because they didn't really care if she came, as long as they got to fuck a sexy stripper, while Bret was extremely grateful and eager to stay in her good books never even entered her mind.

Naturally gifted, she decided after a little consideration. His grunts of growing arousal brought her out of her thoughts.

"Your turn, boss," she smiled down at him. His lower-half had found a good rhythm, pushing up into Christie, and the blonde decided she'd better help him along. She knelt down and pressed her lips against his again, rekindling their earlier kiss. He tasted of herself, a taste she'd always found somewhat dirty in that special, arousing way.

To Bret her soft lips against his again sent his level of arousal rose rapidly -- especially as it was combined with a hot stripper fucking his hard rod. And also... with her so close, her temptingly big tits were suddenly very close to his eager hands.

"Mhm!" the semi-naked stripper sighed when he grabbed and squeezed them.

"You like these, don't you?" she smiled at her lover as he found and pinched her little pink nipples.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Christie gasped, while Bret was getting busy with Stacey's obvious advantages, getting back into the spirit of things. The dick in her still felt wonderful, and she closed her eyes, enjoying it to the fullest. Bouncing up and down on his iron-hard rod, it was hard not to enjoy it! God, it made her hot! Her, her friend... and their boss! So, so hot!

"Oh God!" Bret muttered into Stacey's kissing lips, completely agreeing with Christie -- it was extremely hot!

"Ah! So good, Boss!" the vixen bouncing on his cock gasped, "God! More, give it to me! Oh, sooo gooood!" She grabbed her tits, pinched her nipples -- since no one else seemed to be overly interested in them, not when Stacey's huge balloons were within easy reach -- trying to press every little inch of pleasure out of her orgasm-craving body.

"Oh, Boss! I'm getting so... close!" she gasped as the pleasure rose within her again, hopefully soon to spill into that full-blown cum, she wanted. Oh, she loved calling him 'Boss' -- it sounded so dirty, so slutty. She was giving herself and her body to a man she didn't even call by his first-name!

Only whores do that! she chastised herself, only making the act so much hotter, whores and sluts! Oh, so BAAAD!

"Oh, shit!" Bred gasped, the entire situation -- but first and foremost the stripper riding his cock, faster and faster, slowly driving him mad with desire and arousal -- was so unbelievable sexy, and he didn't stand a chance of holding back much longer.

"Boss! Boss! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" she cried, riding him hard and fast, getting closer and closer. Her long nails pinched her nipples for all she was worth, sending waves of pain-filled pleasure through her body, where they collided where the pure pleasure from her pussy. The two sensations mixed together into a coming orgasm.

"Fuck her!" Stacey encouraged, seeing how they were both close, "fuck her! Take her! Use her! She's such slut! Your slut! Own her! Make her yours!" Not that Bret needed any encouragement, but it only made the scene sexier for the young man. She looked so sexy as she rode him, her body all sweaty, her eyes closed in enjoyment and her mouth halfway open.

"Yes! Yes! YES!" he cried, staring at the vision of sex above him, until everything but the pleasure disappeared from his worldview as cum shot from his cock and got caught by the condom.

"Yes! Boss! Gah, sooo gooood!" Christie all but screamed in response. The knowledge that she'd made him cum not only once but twice -- who cared about Stacey? -- pushed her over the edge as well, and she jumped into the crashing waves of unchallenged, sexual joy.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God," she gasped as the pleasure intensified. She kept riding him, gyrating her hips, doing everything she could to increase the awe-inspiring feelings her boss managed to unleash in her.

"Yes! Yes..." Bret agreed with her as he calmed down. He kept looking up at her, saw her writhe in the pleasure he'd given her, and he felt like he grew several inches. Knowing that he could please a woman was... was worth more than almost anything else in his life.

And she looked extremely pleased as she finally opened her eyes and looked down at him, a small smile played at the edge of her mouth.

"Wow!" Stacey said, halfway envious but still satisfied with what she'd gotten, "that was hot!"

---

Lia was sitting in front of the mirror in the changing-room, adding the last touches on her make-up. She was alone, as all the other girls were out making money. She'd been doing that for the last fifteen minutes, not at all feeling the usual drive to go out, mingle and please her customers -- and get paid. Since she'd left Bret's office, she'd been coming back here as often as she could, excusing herself with faulty make-up, or her outfit was crooked or whatever reason she could think of to get off the floor. Luckily, Tina hadn't noticed and Bret hadn't come out of his office yet, so she was still in the clear.

As she looked at herself in the mirror, she couldn't determine who she hated more: herself, Bret or the damn coincidence that had sent her one of her regulars tonight.

"We should have talked," she mumbled to the mirror, "should have clarified what we thought about... all this." Stupid, stupid, stupid!

And how can he call me a whore? she thought, swinging back into a 'it's his fault' mood, he saw Julia and Michelle -- he knows why I do what I do!




Under New Management Ch. 03



Thursday evening, Bret was back at his club again, working. He'd taken Wednesday off -- it was really getting quite hard working all day, first at Falkner and Foster and now here -- but his conscience had forced him back tonight.

"Hey Boss!" a well-known voice exclaimed as his door opened and a peroxide-blonde looked inside, "you busy?"

Without waiting for an answer, Stacey sauntered into the room, looking good enough to eat. Her impressive tits had somehow been forced into a black top that -- from the looks of it -- should have impaired her breathing severely as it was much too small... which of course only made her oversized bombs look even bigger. The top ended just above her navel, showing off her slim stomach. Her skirt was plaited in red, dark green and black and combined with her heavy, black make-up and knee-high black vinyl boots and black stockings she seemed like an evil schoolgirl. Tuesday, she had been an 'innocent' little girl, today she was a blown-out dark minor. Bret loved it! Just like she knew the audience would...

"Eh..." he said, staring a bit at her before finding his words, "depends... what... what did you have in mind?"

"Well," she flashed her dirty smile, so full of promise, "I'm going on-stage in fifteen minutes..."

"Okay..." Bret said, not comprehending.

"And I was thinking... how hot it would be to go out there and dance for all the guys... right after you'd fucked me." She looked into his eyes, her own dark and inviting. One look at her, and Bret's ability to resist was sapped, and he could only nod his compliant acceptance, his dick already hard in his pants.

"I..." he began, not even knowing what he was going to say. He didn't seriously think he'd be able to turn down one of the hottest girls he knew -- even if he wanted to. And he certainly didn't want to!

"Hmm..." she didn't pay any attention to his weak attempt at protesting and walked further into the room, running her hand across the surface of his desk, "Tom's desk... I've always wanted to do it on it." She smiled down at him, the challenge clear in her eyes.

Bret nodded slowly and stood up, pushing his chair back. Her smile widened as she walked around the desk and stood in front of her boss. She snapped his laptop shut, pushed it aside, freeing space for... other activities. With a quick jump, she sat on his desk, looking oh, so tempting. Her skirt had ridden up, showing off her sexy thighs. While staring into his eyes, she slowly licked her lips and pulled the hem further up, revealing her completely naked pussy.

"Oooh," she breathed, "she's missed you..." Her right hand slid down between her legs, rubbing her little, hairless honeypot. Bret stared transfixed on her fingers as they explored her own secret folds, until she lifted her hand off it again and held them up to her mouth. With a wicked smile, she licked her fingers, enjoying the taste of her own juices.

"Mhm..." she sighed in clear enjoyment, "want a taste?"

Bret didn't need to be asked twice, and soon his face was buried in her ready snatch, eager to taste her once again. She smelled as good as he remembered, strong, musky, feminine -- he loved it! The smell was only the beginning, of course. He stuck his tongue out and softly touched her, licked her delicious pussy, getting a taste of what he'd already come to love: a woman's nectar.

"Ooh, Boss," Stacey gasped, only too happy to have found a man who enjoyed licking her. It felt so good! Soon, he once again found her clit and began teasing it, just like she wanted, just like she loved.

"Oh, my God!" she panted, loving his attention, "oh Boss!"

Damn, why didn't I come in here half an hour ago? she cursed herself after a few minutes of inyense enjoyment. She could have spent forever enjoying his tongue -- but she needed to be on stage soon!

"Mhm, Boss..." she forced herself to say, "we don't have much time... and I need to feel your big cock in me before I go out there!"

He looked up at her, wet around the mouth and with a huge, excited smile. A woman needing to get fucked by him!? Hell yes!

He stood up and with overly quick movements, he pulled his pants and boxers down, letting his cock loose from its constraining cotton-prison. Having learnt something from his girls, he found a rubber in his wallet (that he'd put on the desk when he started working) and put it on, ready for action!

"Oh yeah, big boy!" the blonde stripper whispered, her eyes alive with desire as she eagerly spread her legs a little wider to grant him easier access, "come and take me!"

And suddenly her tight cunt got filled by him, filled to the brim! He didn't have much subtlety, he didn't have much experience -- all he had was an all-consuming need to feel her, feel the pleasure she could give him.

"Ah!" he gasped as her softness yielded to him, and he pushed all the way into her in the first, hard stroke.

"Umf!" she grunted, her expression becoming a little pained. He was big, she was not, and she wasn't quite wet enough for his hard assault.

Not that Bret noticed -- he just took her sounds as a sign of arousal and pulled out before thrusting into her again... and again. She felt so good!

"Oh God, Stacey," he panted, looking down at her hot body beneath him. Her big tits shook every time he pushed himself into her. God, that was sexy!

Her head rested on a stack of papers, her mouth halfways open, panting. The pain she'd felt at first was being replaced by pleasure as her body adjusted to his large prick, and she began moaning in desire and need. Her improvised pillow of Bret's work-documents was slowly sliding off the desk, but neither of them noticed, they were far too caught up in the moment to notice such trivialities. To do it here, in his office, on his desk that squeaked and creaked to the rhythm of him pounding her needy little cunt was incredibly erotic to the both of them.

"Mhm," she smiled up at him, looking into his eyes and seeing only a deep longing for her and her body, "so good, Boss!" She could feel the orgasm slowly rising in her body, the old, well-known feeling. It felt good, it got better but somehow, for her, it very rarely went over the edge into that mind-numbing bliss she'd experienced with him two days ago. She wanted it again. No, she needed it again!

Bret's problem was somewhat different. To him, the orgasm was only too near -- she simply felt too good. He had to hold back, had to get turned off despite the fact that he was fucking this near-perfect woman.

Brian Keller, he thought desperately, recalling one of his friends from school. His face, his hair, his stupid little beard -- everything to hold back! Brian... and Thomas. Sitting at the cafeteria... magnificent breasts, so big, oh God! He thought and reached out and grabbed one of them through her top, mauling it. So good... big and soft. I love her body, it's just -- NO! Brian and his stupid beard, oh God...

It was a losing battle. A young, in-experienced man like Bret versus Lil' Stacey's body -- no doubt where one should put one's money.

"Stacey..." he gasped, not able to fight back much more, "God! Oh God, I can't..." he shut his eyes, thinking if he couldn't see her, at least it would help somehow. But he kept thrusting into her, hard and fast, and he couldn't slow down, even if he wanted to. And he didn't, not really. He wanted to keep feeling the wonderful sensations, she gave him, never wanting it to end!

So close... she thought, she was so close. But she'd stay 'so close' forever, just like she usually did. Might as well let him cum, so he at least got his joy -- he'd owe her one, that way... and it'd cement him as hers.

"God, Boss," she gasped, "gimme your cum! Cum in me, please!" Her pleading words were all he needed. She'd given her permission for him to stop fighting -- no reason to keep doing it then, right?

"Argh!" he gasped loudly and everything turned into pleasure as he shot his cum into the rubber.

"Oh yeah! Yeah!" she moaned, might as well give him the best possibly experience, "cum, Boss!"

"Yesss!" he sighed and collapsed, not seeing any point in staying in his upright position. Her body was soft and wonderful to rest on -- if only for a moment.

"I have to go, Boss," she whispered a minute later, "I've gotta be on stage in... three minutes."

"Oh. Oh! Yes, of course," with great regret he pulled out of her warm, slick pussy, and she ran off, giving him a last wink before she went out the door.

Great pussylicker doesn't mean great with the dick, she thought a little disappointed, but resolved to get more of his tongue nevertheless.

---

The next day, Bret was once again in his office, working as usual. He was going over the profit-estimate for the next quarter when someone knocked on the door. Sighing, he looked up from his papers, "Enter!" There was always something...

The door opened and Bubbles, the tall, blonde stripper slowly walked into his office. She looked very hard down, not willing to look at him... or let him look at her. She was wearing a pair of cut-off jeans, showing off her toned thighs, a tight, white t-shirt with a large pink heart on the front and the usual towering stripper-heels. Her long, curly hair was a mess, though, not cared for at all but just hanging down, covering her face as she stared at the floor.

"What's up, Bubbles?" Bret asked, sensing that something was out of the ordinary. But then again, he didn't know her well enough to be sure.

"I... I..." she stammered, being unusually demure. Considering how good mood had radiated from her whenever he'd seen her before, even Bret, busy as he was, realised something was very wrong. What was it?

"Hey..." he said, "what's the matter?" He stood and went around his desk, standing in front of her. There was something odd about her eye... what was it?

When she finally looked up, he could see what was wrong, and he recoiled in horror.

She was sporting an enormous, black eye. Her entire right eye-socket was dark blue and brown and looked extremely painful. At closer inspection, her lip was cut too, giving the impression of someone who'd been beaten up quite bad.

"I'm sorry, Boss, I'm so sorry!" she wailed, "I didn't mean to, I'm sorry! I know I should be on stage tonight! I'm so, so sorry!" She attacked him and without a chance to even react, he suddenly had a beautiful, hurt stripper hugging him, clinging to him, holding on to him for dear life.

"I... I... what?" Bret asked, confused, horrified and unable to understand what the hell was going on.

"Please forgive me, please!" she cried, her face pressed against his chest, "Boss, believe me, I didn't mean to..."

"Hold on, hold on," Bret said, desperate for time to figure out what the hell all this was, "what happened?"

"I... I..." she stammered, still hiding her face against his chest, unable to tell what had happened. Embarrassed, hurt and oh, so sorry to let down her boss, she couldn't get the words out.

"Shh..." he shushed her and stroked her hair as he decided to try another strategy, "come here, sit down." He led her to the couch and sat down with her still in his arms. She followed without any protest, more than willing to be guided.

"Now tell me, Bubbles... what happened?" he asked again, still stroking her hair, trying to calm her down like she was a little girl. In many ways, right now, she was, despite her obvious, well-matured body.

She looked up at him, scared. Should I tell him? Will he throw me out if I don't? Will he hate me when he finds out? she wondered, unsure of how to proceed. She didn't want to disappoint her new boss, wanted him to like her. Wanted that very, very much in fact, more than almost anything. At the same time, she felt a strong need to do as he bade her, to tell him what he wanted to know -- what he demanded to know. They looked at each other for what felt like hours, and then she finally looked down and started talking.

"I... well, Kurt, ehm... well..." she began, "well, he was shooting up in the kitchen, and I knew what that meant, right? I mean, once he's high he wants a little somethin' somethin' as he calls it. But I was kinda in a hurry, 'cause I needed to get to work." She looked up at him again, her good eye staring intently at him, trying to gauge his reaction... how mad would he be?

"So you were in a hurry?" he prodded, and she nodded quickly, getting on with the story.

"Well, I told him I didn't have time. I told him I had to go... and I'm sorry! I know I shouldn't have, I know, I know!" she cried, "I knew he'd get mad. It's my fault, I shouldn't have!"

"Shh..." he hugged her to him, clearly seeing where the story was going but not really able to figure out what the hell he was going to do.

"And then... he slapped me, right? Said I shouldn't be such a stupid bitch -- and he's right! I should have known better!" She looked up at Bret, trying to convey how sorry she was and how she'd never disappoint him like this again.

"So he dragged me back to bed, and I told him I was sorry. I told him I didn't mean to... to disrespect him -- Kurt is all about respect, see?" she continued on, "and then he hit me again. Told me to shut up. So I did... I did. And then... then we had sex," she said, meaning she lay in the bed, trying to keep from crying while he raped her.

She looked up at her boss, trying to figure out how he felt, hoping he didn't hate her.

What a pig! Bret thought, unable to keep the disgust from his face.

"I... I tried to fix it," Bubbles blabbered as she misread the disgust, thinking it was aimed at her. She showed him her eye, where she had attempted to smear make-up over the bruises.

Has to feel like pouring salt in an open wound, Bret thought, never having experienced make-up on his skin in his life, has to hurt like hell!

"Yeah, I can see that," Bret smiled at her, thinking that he needed to calm her down and succeeding very well. The poor girl was obvious scared that he'd be angry with her, though he couldn't see how anyone could be angry with a girl for getting beaten up by her loser boyfriend. Well, except for not having thrown out the creep a long time ago...

She relaxed in his arms again, feeling safe once more with his arms around him. He didn't hate her...

"Bubbles," he needed to know, "how badly does it hurt? Do you need to go to the hospital?" Determined, she shook her head. It didn't hurt that bad, and she didn't want to have a doctor look at her. He'd ask questions and he'd never understand that it wasn't Kurt's fault.

"Okay, good," he said. That was one problem off the list.

"Listen to me, Bubbles," he said looking solemnly into her eyes without giving her a chance to look away, "I'm not mad at you. And it's not a problem that you can't go on stage tonight. We'll figure something out." He could see relief, disbelief and worry fighting in her eyes, but he needed to talk to Tina right now. There had to be someone they could call and take Bubbles' shift.

"Bubbles," he said again, realising he didn't know the girl's real name despite them apparently being very intimate now, "everything's going to be fine, okay? Everything'll work out. But I need to go talk to Tina, so she and I can fix it, okay?"

It was not okay. The scared girl positively crawled up into his lap, trying to get as close to him as possible, not at all willing to let him go.

"Okay, we'll take that in a little while," he muttered. It could probably wait...

"Mr. Jensen," she implored him, "please don't fire me. I'll... I'll be good to go on stage it a few days," she promised, though Bret figured that was probably a bit of a stretch. Granted, he didn't have much medical knowledge but it looked like it needed a couple of weeks to heal. Nevertheless, he'd never be able to fire her, not the way she looked at him, begged him.

He stroked her hair, told her it would be alright and gradually she calmed down, and he could finally go tell Tina about the mess while Bubbles stayed in his office.

"Oh God, not again," his manager sighed when he told her the news.

"Again? What do you mean again?" Bret asked, confusion painted on his face. Did she know someone was abusing one of his girls?

"Look, Bubbles isn't exactly the smartest when it comes to men. Every now and then, her bad boy of the month roughs her up so badly she can't go on stage, and we have to get someone to cover for her. I'll give... Red a call, she's usually up for an extra shift, though she's not nearly as good as Bubbles. If she can't, Maria might... don't worry, I'll get someone" Tina guaranteed him, seemingly caring more about who she should get to cover for the hurt girl in his office, rather than the girl in question.

"Yeah, fine," he said trying to get his thoughts straight, "but... but what about Bubbles! She's in my office, genuinely hurt!"

"Yeah," Tina sighed, having been through this a couple of times before, "go in there, comfort her, let her sleep somewhere here in the club... and in a couple of days, everything will be back to normal..."

"What? We can't let her go back to that psycho! Next time he might kill her because she doesn't feel like letting him rape her!" he exclaimed, angry and frustrated by her lack of care.

"Then what?" Tina wanted to know, "she's not gonna go to the police. She wants to go back to the idiot, and we can't stop her. It's what Tom always did, and it's worked so far..."

Bret had to digest that for a while. It seemed so... so callous to just leave her be. She was a person in need damnit! More importantly, she was one his girls, and he had a responsibility to make sure she was okay.

But then again, maybe Tina was right. It was her life, she had the right to choose her own path... if only she could choose a less foolish path...

"Okay..." Bret sighed frustrated beyond belief, "I'll ask her what she wants. If she just wants to stay here, I'll do nothing more."

"There's nothing more to do," the redhead insisted, "but don't ask her. Tell her. She reacts better that way... Bubbles doesn't like having to make her own decisions."

Bret shrugged and went back to his office and his distraught girl, leaving Tina to drum up a replacement dancer. When he opened the door, the blonde girl on his couch looked up, fear clear in her eyes. Bret held up his hands, silencing the new wave of apologies she was about to unleash before it began. He sat down on the couch next to her again and took her hand.

"Bubbles," he said clearly, trying to impress upon her how seriously he meant his words, "I want you to go with me down to the police. I want you to tell them what happened and help them catch Kurt. Okay?"

She clenched her jaws and shook her head violently.

"No. No, I won't. They won't believe me, and if they do, they'll take Kurt away from me. No, please, don't make me, Boss," she said, not begging, not really, but more... asking him.

Bret nodded, accepting that Tina had been right about that.

But he couldn't let it go. His confusion was fading, being replaced by a deep, burning rage. An anger towards this Kurt who dared -- dared -- treat a beautiful, happy girl like Bubbles this way. She was one of his girls, and he wanted to protect his girls. It was his job now, right?

A plan started to form... but first.

"Bubbles, here's what we're going to do. You'll stay here, here in this office. I have an errand to run, but you will not leave this office while I'm gone, okay?" he insisted. She looked up at him, surprised by the sudden strength in his voice and nodded obediently.

"Okay. You can sleep or watch movies on my laptop, or use the internet -- I don't care. And when I come back, we'll talk about what's gonna happen from now on. Okay?"




Under New Management Ch. 03



Again she nodded, responding to him taking charge with instant compliance. It was always easier for Bubbles to do as people told her -- this way it wasn't her fault if something went wrong...

---

"Hey Hugh?" Bret asked five minutes later, meeting up with two of his bouncers, Hugh and Clay, "got a minute? You too, Clay."

"Sure, Boss, what do you need?" Hugh asked. He liked his new boss though he did usually prefer the company of more masculine guys. Still, the young boss had an air of honesty about him, and he was quite smart as well. Hugh could respect that.

"How much am I paying the two of you?" Bret wondered. The muscle-bound men exchanged confused looks, before Hugh answered: "Eh... fifteen bucks an hour, I think."

"Want a raise? And a... let's call it a promotion."

"Hell yeah!" Clay exclaimed. Hugh was more mistrustful though.

"What'd we have to do?" he looked down at his boss from his considerable height with suspicious eyes.

"You've seen Bubbles tonight?" Clay shook his head but the pieces suddenly fell into place for Hugh. He hadn't seen her -- she'd gone in the backdoor -- but he knew what kind of troubles she got into. And Bret did look like a guy with a hero-complex. Hugh spent a lot of time lifting weights but he was far from stupid...

"You know where she lives, Hugh?" he asked, and the bouncer nodded, silently striking an accord with his boss.

---

It turned out Bubbles and Kurt lived in a shabby apartment in an even shabbier neighbourhood. Considering how Bubbles was one of the most popular girls at the club, she should be able to afford a better place... but then again, if she had support a loser boyfriend and his heroin-addiction, perhaps this was the best she could get.

"So, what's the plan, Boss?" Clay asked, eager to show his boss, his colleague and himself how big and bad he was.

"We'll go in, have a little chat with him. Tell him to stay away from any of my girls," Bret said, feeling like a powerful mobster. Then as an after-thought he asked: "Either of you guys read the Bible?"

"Pff!" Clay exhaled in contempt but Hugh nodded, "now and then..."

"You remember that passage 'eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth'?" Bret continued and both the bouncers turned enforcers nodded.

"A black eye for a black eye, a broken lip for a broken lip..."

It was easy getting in. Bret suspected that if Clay had kicked the wall instead of the door, it too would have burst open, but as it was, they went in through the door.

The apartment was small and messy. They walked quickly through the small hall, through the kitchen until they found the bedroom, where a tall, dark-haired man was just waking up, looking extremely confused. Quick as cats, Bret's two sidekicks were on him, overpowering him with ease and dragging him into the small living-room where they forced him to his knees between them.

"Hey! Hey, what the fuck!?" he shouted, trying to tear himself free but their grips were like steel.

"Shut up!" Hugh told him loudly in his threatening, deep voice. Kurt was violent and abusive but he wasn't that stupid. He shut up.

"Now," Bret said, pumped full of adrenaline. This was the first crime he'd ever committed and it was oddly exhilarating, "we're gonna have a little chat." He stood in front of the little creep, feeling mighty compared to him -- like a king looking down on his court-jester.

Kurt looked up at him, having no clue who any of them were. He was scared and angry, and he needed a new fix. He'd slept most of it off after fucking Bubbles, but somehow he didn't think these guys were in the mood to let him have a quick one...

"What-what do you want?" he dared ask.

"Bubbles..." Bret said, loving the mysterious power he got from having two strong men at his back. Money was... pretty good to have.

"What about her!?" the scared Kurt asked. He was a big, strong man when confronting a frightened girl like Bubbles -- but these guys were huge!

"I think you know," Bret smiled, really getting into character. I could have this fool killed! he suddenly thought. Wow! The police wouldn't even care -- a low-life druggie dying in a crappy apartment.

"Okay, okay," Kurt said, speaking very quickly, "we can make a deal. Eh... 50 bucks! I'll get her back here and leave for the night. You can have her all night for a fifty, and I won't care what you do to her!" If it was just the slut they wanted, he might get out of here in one piece! And even with a little cash...

He didn't stop to think that powerful guys such as these could afford their own whores and wouldn't have to break into strangers' houses to get them -- he wasn't thinking too well with shock, fear and heroin-need clouding his mind.

Everything went red for Bret for a moment, and he slapped Kurt's face as hard as he could. It flew to the side, and a strong, burning pain erupted from Bret's hand where it had connected with the creep.

"Auch! Son of a bitch!" he cried, not anticipating how much it would hurt!

"What the hell?" Kurt gasped, the entire right side of his face burning with pain.

"Eh... Boss, maybe you should let us do that..." Hugh politely suggested, managing not to laugh at his boss's attempt -- though he applauded the thought. Clay wasn't as respectful and openly grinned at Bret's pain.

"Okay, fuck this," the young man muttered, not really enjoying his role anymore, "Bubbles works for me. I saw what you did to her, and it ends now. She's moving out, and if you ever, ever come near her again, we'll come back. You got me?!"

"What?" Kurt said, completely confused. What did these guys care about a lowly stripper getting slapped around a bit?

"Stay... away... from... her!" Bret hissed slowly and convincingly into Kurt's face, "or we'll come back and break your freaking neck, leaving you to live the rest of your worthless life in a wheelchair. Got it?"

Kurt would have liked to tell the little pipsqueak to go to hell, but there was something serious in his eyes that stopped him. He might actually mean it... would he really kill him or maim him over some stupid cunt?

"I got it," he spat, "I was tired of her anyway!"

"Good! Then we understand each other!" Bret declared with a smile. Then: "Hugh... eye for an eye..."

The huge bouncer looked down at the pathetic little man on the floor, raised his fist and pounded it into Kurt's face, knocking him to the floor.

"Impressive..." Bret muttered as he looked down on Bubbles ex-boyfriend bleeding on the floor.

---

When Bret returned triumphant to his office, he was starting to have doubt once again. Had he just fucked up everything for the young woman? What would she do now? He really, really hoped she'd let him help her.

She awoke with a jump as he opened the door, having been sleeping on his couch.

"Boss!" she exclaimed, nervous and happy at the same time. It had been very worrying that he'd just left all of a sudden. What had he been doing? Did it have something to do with her?

Steeling himself for a confrontation, he decided to tell her everything. She'd find out anyway, might as well be open about it.

"Bubbles," he said, suddenly wishing he knew her real name -- oh well, it could wait -- "I eh..." Don't ask her, tell her, Tina had told him. Well, might as well follow her advice.

"You aren't going to sleep here," he told her, watching her face contract in first surprise, then disappointment. Her beautiful, blue eyes turned sad, as she realised he didn't want to help her, and it almost broke Bret's heart. He wanted to be her hero, not cause her pain!

"And you aren't going back to your apartment or Kurt either," he continued in the same determined tone of voice, "you are worth better than that."

"But..." she said and stood up, the sadness in her face getting replaced by confusion, "but what am I going to do then?" She sounded so frail and small, so alone in an uncaring world that the side of Bret that needed to be the hero instantly got a boost.

"In..." he looked at his watch, "ten minutes you and I are going home. To my home that is. And you'll live there for the next couple of days until we figure out what should happen from there on..." He kept staring into her eyes, wanting to ensure she understood him and that she trusted him.

"I..." she tried to speak and failed, not knowing what she should say.

"You'll sleep in my bed," he graciously offered, "and I'll have the couch." He needed to make sure that she knew it wasn't about sex; it wasn't about him taking Kurt's place. It was about doing the right thing.

Again she attacked him -- in two fast steps she was on him, wrapping her arms around him in a crushing hug.

"Oh, thank you!" she gasped against his chest, pressing her ample bosom into him. Bret swallowed -- now that he (in his own opinion, at least) had saved her, it was difficult not to notice the woman in her.

Earlier, she had been a little girl that needed his protection -- now she was certainly back as an extremely sexy stripper who appeared to be very grateful to him. An anatomical reaction followed, one he was very much hoping Bubbles couldn't feel! It was quite embarrassing, everything considered.

"So, why first in ten minutes?" she wanted to know, wanting to get back to his home immediately. For the moment, any thought about Kurt had vanished, being replaced by her knight in shining armour. She had that little-girl look in her eyes again, though her blackened one diminishing the effect somehow.

"I gotta talk to Tina first," he explained, and she nodded in understanding, "so wait here and I'll be back soon."

"Ah, okay..."

"So... I'm gonna take Bubbles home for the night. Then we'll figure what's gonna happen with her," he explained Tina, trying to sound nonchalant. Trying to pretend he hadn't done anything out of the ordinary.

"Aha..." she said, not buying the act at all, "and ehm... where've you and Hugh and Clay been for the last hour? Hmm?"

"Ehh..." he said, realising she was smarter than he'd planned on. But that was probably a good thing in his administrator.

"If you've been where I think you've been," she continued and opened one of her desk-drawers, picking out a black, evil-looking pistol, "you might wanna start carrying this."

"What?" He stared at the gun with huge eyes, frightened and excited at the same time. First saving a woman and now getting armed?

"It's registered to me but you can get a licence fairly easy," she went on, "here's the safety. It's ON now, so you can pull the trigger without anything happening. You ever hold one of these before?" she asked as she handed it to him. Fascinated, he accepted it, studying it curiously. He put it in the inner pocket of his suit.

"Thanks, Tina," he smiled.

"You did a good thing," she said earnestly, "just don't get yourself killed because of it."

"Will try not to..."

Bubbles and Bret walking out of the club gathered a lot of curious looks, even though they took the back-entrance, leading directly out to the employees' parking-lot. A couple of eyes weren't just curious though.

Lia stared at Bubbles back as she left, her arm intertwined with Bret's. And he calls me a whore, she thought with a bitter stab in her heart, apparently he'll do anyone... anyone but me. She shook her head, determined to forget him... only she couldn't get the image of him sitting with Michelle in his lap out of her head. It had been too good to be true, she guessed.

"You have a really nice car!" Bubbles said as they reached it in the parking lot. It wasn't that nice but it was certainly miles better than the old wreck Kurt drove. Also better than her own but that wasn't as important in her eyes.

"It's okay," Bret said modestly, "I've been thinking about buying a new one though." The basic, male need to brag a little to an attentive, beautiful woman couldn't be denied. She smiled admiringly at him, loving having a man of means for once. In her mind, he was hers, maybe not sexual or in boyfriend/girlfriend kind of way... but he was still hers, somehow.

"So... where do you live?" she asked, once they'd gotten in the car and where on their way.

She was still smiling that flattering smile that made him want to tell her everything, made him want to brag about how well he was doing, how much money he had.

"I've got an apartment down on fifth," he answered. It was in the nicer part of town, though not overly expensive. Again though, it wasn't in a neighbourhood Bubbles usually got to see.

Ten minutes later, he parked outside his apartment-building; a three-stories house with 6 apartment all in all. He led her up the stairs and into his home.

"So, let me give you the tour," he smiled and she nodded eagerly, very curious to see how he lived. Well, it was pretty dirty; working two jobs lately, he hadn't had the energy to clean up after himself -- but otherwise the young blonde was very impressed. Three rooms, a kitchen, bath (with a bathtub!) and nice, not-overly-cheap furniture.

"Very nice, Boss!" she smiled when he ended the tour in his bedroom, where dirty clothes littered the floor (though his bed was still made).

"Thanks," he muttered. It was difficult to think with this gorgeous creature of pure, available sexuality standing in his bedroom. The way she stood, the way she looked at him, Bret had a fairly good idea that if he kissed her or led her to his bed, she'd only be too happy to continue his sexual education. Oh, she smelled good. And she was so close... and he was so hard!

No! he screamed at himself, not wanting to be a new Kurt. With self-discipline he didn't think he had, he grabbed the spare quilt.

"I'll just put this on the couch," he smiled weakly at her and hurried from the room, afraid of the constant temptation she was. Crestfallen, she watched him leave. She was sure he'd shown her the bedroom last because tour ended in the bed. Why had he left? Why didn't he want her?

She'd never cheated on Kurt, never ever. Not just because she knew how much he'd hurt her if/ when he found out, but because... well, she couldn't betray her man like that. She wanted to be his good girl, wanted to show him how good for him she was.

But now she was all confused. Kurt wasn't here, and Bret had been so kind to her. Had taken her in, had comforted her, hadn't fired her... she wanted to show him how thankful she was. And, well, there was really only one thing she had that she could give to show her gratitude.

But evidently he didn't want her. Why didn't he want her?!

"Too dumb and ugly," she muttered to herself, her low self-esteem answering the question. And she'd told him how she'd disrespected her boyfriend -- of course he didn't want to be with a girl like that! Men wanted pliant, obedient women who didn't talk back. If her father had taught her anything, that was it.

She sighed heavily. She'd really thought he'd want her. Maybe she should call Kurt? At least she knew he wanted her -- when he slapped her, he showed her how he cared about her and wanted to improve on her manners.

"Boss?" she asked as she went back into the living-room to him, "can I borrow your phone? I wanna give Kurt a call, to tell him where I'm staying tonight and tell him I'm sorry for what happened."

He looked at her with a deer-caught-in-headlights-expression and swallowed noticeably. He'd been making his bed on the couch -- even though it was barely six o'clock, he was already tired. A hard week, working two jobs and the adrenaline-ridden trip to Kurt's not an hour ago had drained him and left him wanting sleep...

"Ehm... I'm not sure that's a good idea," he said, avoiding her eyes, a heavy weight of guilt and fear pressing down on him. Had he done the right thing? How'd she react? Had he messed up her life?

"Why not?" she asked, not really understanding what was going on.

He patted the couch next to him and she went and sat down.

"That errand I had to run?" he said and looked at her. When she nodded, he continued in a rush, "well, I took Clay and Hugh back to your old place. We beat up Kurt, and I told him if he ever came near you again, we'd kill him." He looked her straight into her eyes -- now it was his turn to try and gauge her reaction...

"You... beat up Kurt?" she asked, not really believing it. Her heart-beat and breathing both sped up, and she felt a tickling sensation in her pussy, as she realised he told the truth.

"Yeah," he nodded, not having much else to say until he knew whether she was happy or angry.

"For... for me?" she needed to know and held her breath expectantly, hoping... well, not really knowing what she was hoping for, but she somehow sensed that Bret had done something important.

"Yeah," he agreed again, wishing he had something else to say.

"Because... because I'm yours, and he shouldn't lift a hand against your girl?" she continued. Oh, this was so hot! God, had he really done that for her?

"Well... yeah," he said, although he probably didn't mean the same by her being 'his girl'. All the girls at the club were his girls, after all. But he sensed that she wasn't angry with him -- if he read her correctly, it was quite the opposite, so he let it slide.

"I... I want to be your girl very much," she breathed and leaned into him. She stared up at him, trying her best to convey how badly she wanted him -- and how, if he'd just give her the tiniest hint that he wanted her too, she'd rock his world.

He opened his arms, and she crawled into his embrace, more aroused than she could remember ever having been. God, she wanted him to take her! He closed his arms around her, and she felt so safe, so protected.

"You are my girl," he whispered to her, not knowing what fire in her his words fuelled. It just felt like the right thing to say...

She expected him to make a move on her -- she was so available after all. If he just slid a hand down her back, he could get a feel of her ass, if he just bowed his head a bit, his lips would meet hers... if he just threw her on her back on the couch, he could have all of her!

But he just hugged her... and after a while, he asked, "you hungry? Want a pizza?"

Confused, disappointed and rather disgusted with herself, she nodded. He didn't want anything to do with her, despite her being his girl...

"Good," he said relieved and carefully freed himself of the needy woman.

Two hours later, they were watching a movie, the pizza eaten, Bubbles quite distressed and Bret incredibly horny. For the last two hours, she'd tried to tempt him to just forget about everything else and take her. She'd made sure to sit in compromising positions, showing off her ass and boobs whenever possible, she'd been sitting to his right so her black eye didn't repulse him whenever he looked at her, when she went to the bathroom she'd pinched her nipples till they were hard and clearly visible, she'd laughed at his jokes, she'd acted all impressed when he told her about his job, his money or his plans (okay, not acted impressed, she was genuinely impressed by his prospects)... in short, she'd done everything she could short of writing 'FUCK ME!' across her forehead.

Well, everything except telling him that she wanted him. She... she couldn't. She wanted to -- she wasn't stupid or inattentive, and she'd noticed how he was looking at her when she pretended to watch the TV. She figured there was some other silly reason why he didn't act on his desire, and several times she was about to ask. But... what if he told her he didn't want her? What if she wasn't pretty enough for him or too stupid?

No, better to live with the hope than risk the disappointment. So she kept tempting him, trying to prod him into action.

Bret, on the other hand, was in a sexual hell. She was sooo tempting, so hot! When she'd dropped her napkin and bent over, her ass right in his face in those short, tight cut-offs, he'd almost exploded.




Under New Management Ch. 03



But whenever he started thinking about feeling her up or kissing her, he recalled how she'd looked earlier in his office. He would not be like the animal that had reduced her to that! He'd do right by her, he'd take care of her... maybe in a few days when she was better -- especially, if she kept staying with him (or anywhere near him, actually!) -- they could have some fun. But for now...

---

"Ahh... Ahh..." Bret muttered a couple of hours later. Bubbles had, much to her displeasure, retired to his bedroom alone, and he was on his couch, also alone.

In his mind, he was with her though. In his mind, he hadn't ignored her advances but instead accepted her unspoken invitation, so they were now doing the illicit activities she had so strongly hinted she wanted to do...

It had taken all his willpower not to start touching himself the moment she left the living room -- in fact, he'd managed to wait a good fifteen minutes before his hand, seemingly with a will of its own, had snuck down and started massaging his already hard cock.

"Oh yeah," he grunted, imagining what Bubbles' sweet tits would feel like. He couldn't stop imagining them, would they feel as good as Lia's and Stacey's? He bet they would! Pictures of her bent over, stripping, naked with her ass towards him kept circling in his head, and they kept getting more and more explicit, intercepted by what he remembered of her show the other night.

"Bubbles... God, that ass," he said as he saw her flawless globes in front of, his hand speeding up and down on his dick and nice, well-known erotic feelings spreading through his body.

Bubbles couldn't sleep, her head spinning with the events of the day, thoughts flying around about what had happened. Bret had lent her a jersey she could sleep in, but she'd taken it off -- it was way too hot, and she wasn't used to wearing more than panties to bed, anyway.

She felt uneasy, somehow. Like things weren't as they were supposed. Kurt was out of her life, and she wasn't sad about that -- Bret had won her fair and square, and he'd already shown he was willing to protect her. No, the problem was here, in this apartment. Something was off with her boss.

Determined, she got up and snuck out of the bedroom, silently opening the door and moving quietly into the living-room without waking Bret -- or, if he wasn't asleep, hopefully without alerting him to her presence.

She heard his grunts, heard the fast, repetitive movements under his quilt, and she had to stifle a laugh. He was jacking off?!

"Oh yeah," she heard him grunt, and if there'd been any doubt about what he was doing, they were gone. She knew she should leave him alone with his... hobby, but it was strangely fascinating... and more than a little insulting. Why was he doing it with himself when he had her not ten meters away? No way did she believe his hand was better than her! He was really getting into it, she noticed. Suddenly he threw the blanket off, letting his hard cock out into the free air.

"Nice!" she breathed silently, not daring to say anything, afraid of interrupting him. He was bigger than Kurt!

"Bubbles..." he moaned, "God, that ass!" and her entire world stopped for a spell. He's fantasising about ME?! she thought as happy, relieved feelings spread throughout her body.

She stood still for a moment more, staring at him and his dick, and then she went into action, driven by the need to please him. If he fucked her in his fantasy, he might as well do it in the real world as well.

He was so caught up in his own fantasy-world where he was doing Bubbles hard and fast from behind, while she moaned in pleasure (a nice image, indeed) that he didn't hear or notice her when she knelt down next to the couch.

To say that he was surprised when a pair of hands suddenly but softly grabbed his busy right hand and pushed it away from his cock, just as he was hammering his hard dick deep into the imaginary Bubbles' sweet pussy would be a grotesque understatement. He was mortified!

"What?!" Bret cried, shock and shame rushing through him -- someone had seen him masturbate! When he looked around he saw a girl next to the couch, and even in the darkness of the room he could see the real Bubbles' happy smile.

"Hey Boss!" she said, her bubbling attitude returning, "you really don't need to do that." And without giving him time to process what was happening -- everything was happening so fast! -- she bent down and swallowed up his hard dick.

Oh, it felt good! So much better than his hand. Considering how his hand and images of Bubbles had been close to making him cum, the feel of her real mouth was enough to drive him to the brink of that sweet, sweet release.

"Oh God!" he gasped, trying to hold back, trying his very hardest... and when she started bobbing her head up and down his shafts, doing her best to suck everything he had out of him, it didn't exactly become easier.

"Oh, Bubbles... Bubbles," her young boss moaned and placed his hand in her hair, playing with her blonde curls. He wasn't even really aware of what he was doing, when he carefully pressed her head a bit down on his hard cock but Bubbles understood it as a message (an order, really) and obediently lowered her face further down, all the long way down to his pubic-hair, her tight throat caressing the sensitive head of his dick. Carefully breathing through her nose, she forced herself to hold it there, ignoring her gag-reflex in order to give her boss what he wanted -- or what she thought he wanted. Only too eager to prove her worth, she sucked the best she could while her tongue rubbed and teased the soft skin on the underside of his shaft, trying to please young Bret.

She certainly succeeded! The young, inexperienced man lasted less than ten seconds like this.

"Holy...! Bubbles, I'm... I'm gonna...!" was all he managed to get out as the rapidly rising level of pleasure burst the dam, and torrents of cum exploded from his cock and down her throat.

"God, oh God..." he sighed, feeling wonderfully relaxed, floating on a white cloud of sexual bliss. Like she knew a good girl should, she kept sucking on him for a little while longer, making sure he was completely spent, before she slowly pulled her head off his shrinking dick. She hesitated a bit when she reached the head, cleaning it with her tongue, making sure it was all nice and spotless, before leaving it.

"Wow..." he breathed, looking down at the girl he'd saved from her jerk of a boyfriend, not really knowing what to say. Had he just betrayed her trust and become as bad as Kurt? She looked back up at him and the only words he could find to describe her demeanour were... happy, pleased, proud. She certainly didn't seem to be suffering emotional harm.

"Was it good, Boss?" she asked, really asking 'was I good enough?'

"It was... it was just wonderful, Bubbles," he admitted honestly, "just wonderful. But..."

"But?" she repeated, worry sneaking into her light, perfect world. Had she been too pushy? Not done it well enough? Would he have preferred his hand -- no!

"Well, I... I didn't mean to... well, I didn't want to... use you like this," he tried to explain, though the words wouldn't really come to him, "I didn't help you because I wanted sex from you. And... I didn't want you to think you had to... you know, do me."

"You're sweet, Boss," she smiled up at him, relaxing once again. She had been good enough, he just had some silly notions about her that they needed to get rid of, "but don't worry. Everything's alright..."

"Well, I was hoping we could hook up," he admitted, "but not until after a while. When you felt better and... well, weren't so... vulnerable."

"Oh, Boss! You don't have to worry about that!" she smiled and crawled up to his face. Before she kissed him, she swallowed again, making sure there was no aftertaste of cum. The kiss was delightfully soft, light and perfect. Especially when he -- after a few seconds persuasion by her lips --wrapped his arms around her and held her while they made out.

"Now, Boss," she said after a little while, "instead of lying here, why don't we go into your nice bed? It's a little pointless to stay out here, isn't it?"

Realising that he couldn't really argue with that, he gathered his quilt and pillow and followed her cute little ass into his bed.

"Boss!" she whispered five minutes later. He was on his back with an arm around her while she rested against his naked chest... only he didn't seem have understood her hints for the last five minutes. Or well, his body seemed to have understood what it meant when she rubbed her big, tempting boobs against him, but he... well, he might be a little slow.

"Hmm? Yeah?" he asked, fighting his instinct to let his hand slide down her back to that tight little butt of hers. The thong she wore wasn't really covering anything...

"You're not really tired, are you?" she wondered as her hand carefully closed around his semi-erect dick and started rubbing it.

"I... well, are you?" he asked, quickly catching her meaning but not really knowing how to respond.

"Not at all," the little minx answered, and Bret could almost see her naughty smile in the dark room. The hand around his quickly hardening dick sped up, and she was about to crawl down to it -- to give it a little kiss... or maybe not so little, when he sat up, making the horny Bubbles roll off him. She ended up on her back, confused and a little afraid. Had she done something wrong? Was she about to get punished? If she were, she just hoped he wouldn't hit her in the face -- it was always so humiliating when strangers stared at her, pitied her. The next weeks were going to be hard enough, no need to add to the healing time...

But instead of hitting her, he crawled down between her legs, not the other way around as they were supposed to. She wanted to ask what he was doing but decided it was better to just go with the flow -- she'd find out soon enough. When his face found its way in between her legs, she spread them for him, starting to get the idea. No one had gone down on her before though -- the guys had always only wanted her mouth, cunt or ass around their dick, and not cared much for anything else.

"Oooh..." she sighed, pleasantly surprised when he pushed her panties aside, and his tongue began exploring her tasting folds. She was already quite wet -- she was easily aroused and had been in a state of 'want' ever since he told her about Kurt. It felt nice. It felt very nice, in fact.

"Oh! Oooh! Ah!" she gasped, as he used some of the tricks he'd learnt from Lia and Stacey -- licking her delicious nectar off her. She tasted different than any of the other girls. Maybe it was his imagination, but she tasted... sweeter, somehow, and less strong.

Very fitting, he mused, considering how she seemed weaker but also so undeniably cuter, and began a series of assaults on her clit that soon had her writhing in shocking pleasure.

"Oh God, it feels so good! Oh, Bossman, so good!" she reached down and stroked his hair, encouraging him to continue, to go on, to keep giving her this strangely wonderful sensation! He had no plans of stopping though. The way her entire body writhed in desire was an extreme turn-on for Bret, and he wanted to keep going till she cried in orgasm.

Struck by sudden inspiration, he pressed his finger against the entrance to her velvet-soft love-canal and pressed it in.

"Oh!" she cried and did her best to press against the very-welcome digit as it quickly found its way up inside her. He pulled it out, pushed it in again, effectively fucking her with his finger while he sucked her clit into her mouth, exposing it to all kinds of pleasurable sensations.

"OOOH!" she cried loudly, her entire body shaking with the need he'd planted in her, "God! Please, Boss, more! I'm soooo cloooose!"

The always-happy Bubbles was getting really happy! Pleasure was rising, a kind of pleasure she'd rarely experienced. Usually sex and the pleasure it brought with it was accompanied by pain, humiliation or some kind of self-loathing, but this! This was pure and good... and she never wanted it to end.

"YES!" she screamed, letting all of Bret's neighbours know he had lady-company -- and that he was keeping her happy, "Oh GOD! Yes!"

Her entire body convulsed in unspoiled pleasure as she came in one of the most powerful orgasms of her life. It was incredible! It was unbelievable! God, and she'd thought it was good when Kurt fucked her!

"Oh God, oh God, oh God," she chanted as pleasure exploded throughout her sexy body, "oh God, oh God, oh God!"

Finally Bret lifted his head off her pussy and looked up at her, though he couldn't really see her in the dark room.

"Guess that makes us even, eh?" he grinned, terribly pleased with himself but without getting an answer. She seemed completely out of it.

"Bubbles?" he asked, suddenly a bit worried. Had anyone ever gone catatonic from an orgasm before? She got her bearings and in rushed movements she sat up and covered his face in kisses.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you! That was... that was wonderful!" she told him in between smothering him with her sweet, sweet lips, her eyes wide with wonder. She didn't quite understand why he'd bothered to bring her such amazing pleasure, but she'd be damned if she didn't show her gratefulness!

With seductively slow movements, she turned around, ending on her knees with her ass towards her boss. The thong had come askew but still did nothing but enhance her tight ass, so close, so sexy.

She wiggled it a bit in an extremely provocative way and looked back at him, edging him on. She wanted him so bad, wanted him to take him, wanted to prove how good she could be to him.

Forgetting about rubbers, about protecting, about STD's and pregnancies, he crawled up behind her, his hard cock leading the way. In between her legs, spreading them a little further and finally, finally his strong wood felt the warmth of her welcoming pussy.

"Ahh...!" he gasped, as her soft, loving pussy accepted him inside where it -- in her opinion -- belonged, "OhmyGod!"

"Yesss..." Bubbles agreed, at long last getting a real feel of her boss and his thick, powerful dick, and she was not disappointed. Deep inside her warm, wet depths, it felt even bigger than when she'd sucked it off -- and she'd had trouble fitting it all inside her mouth!

"Oh God, Boss!" she sighed as he made his way all the way inside her until his pelvis rested against her shapely ass, "oh you're big. Oh, man, you're enormous!"

She was so full! It was incredible!

Her boss agreed with her completely; it really was incredible. Her soft, yet tight pussy felt like nothing before around his cock -- she was so much better than Lia, Stacey or Christie! It was unbelievable.

The thought that she was better because there was no thin piece of rubber to halt the wonderful sensations a pussy is so expert in giving a dick never even entered his mind -- but then again, no conscious thought really did. He was operating purely on instinct here, gliding in and out of the most perfect pussy he'd ever felt.

"Ah... Oh! Yeah... oh...!" he grunted, unable to put into word how good she felt. He just had to have her, had to have all that the beautiful blonde had to offer. And she was only too willing to give it to him!

"Oh! Oooh! Boss, you're... oh yeah! Yeah, please... please!" she gasped and moaned as he gradually sped up, going faster and faster in and out of her well-oiled little love-hole. Oh, this was so good! She didn't know that sex could feel this way... no pain and no fear, no guilt and no self-hatred. Just pleasure and the knowledge that she was pleasing her man!

"Bubbles... Bubbles!" her man groaned, as he grabbed her hips for better leverage and really pounded into her welcoming cunt. He hammered into her, hunting that wonderful pleasure that was slowly starting to rise within him again. Considering how he'd just cum, it was still pretty vague and far away, but her perfect little pussy and the feeling of it milking his cock, unhindered by rubber were making it grow quickly!

"Mhm... Boss!" she gasped, her own orgasm no longer far away. It felt so good to be fucked like this, hard and fast! Oh, she loved it, no pain, just pure pleasure... though, if he wanted to, she wouldn't mind him spanking her ass a bit. There was something good to be said about a little pain.

She reached down between her legs and found her little clit that didn't quite managed to get any friction from her lover and gently rubbed it.

"Oooh!" she sighed, so much better, "oh, Bossman! Oh, I looove you! Oh yeah, oh yeah! This is so gooood!"

"Oh yeah?" Bret grunted, really getting into this. She felt so wonderful, soft and yielding and at the same time she managed to squeeze his cock, trying her best to milk the cum out of him. Fucking this sexy stripper for all he was worth, he fought to hold back, but knew he wouldn't last much longer... not that he minded. He wanted to empty himself into his sexy Bubbles, wanted to make her his.

He knew that's not how the world usually works but at this moment it felt like... like he was taking possession of her, proving his worth to her.

"Yeah!" she gasped, his hard cock was sooo good, and her fingers only enhanced and strengthened the growing orgasm.

"God, Bubbles! You're so... sexy!" he cried, thrusting his cock deep into her again and again, not able to hold back much longer, "You're so... sexy...!"

"Fuck!" she gasped in reply, her insides alive with pleasure -- it felt so good being stretched out by his magnificently big dick, "Fuck me! Oh, God! Oh yes, Boss!"

"You like it?" he wanted to know as he fucked her hard and deep, "you want it?" Considering how he had most of his experience in the love-making department from such flicks, it probably wasn't strange that he talked like a porn-star.

"God yes! Yes, please! And..." Bubbles gasped, out of control with pleasure -- she just needed a little more, a tiny bit more... could she ask for it? Would he think her strange? Deranged?

"What?" he wondered, actually managing to slow down a bit. Bret was nothing if not curious.

"Oh! Oh, slap my ass! Slap it, please!" she cried and humped back against him, trying to get back into the hard, fast rhythm that had brought her so close to orgasm.

"Wow!" Bret gasped and hammered into her again. At the same time, he lifted his hand and let it fall down on her tight ass-cheek with a resounding 'smack!'

"Oh yes!" she cried both from the sharp, stinging pain and the hard thrust deep into her pleasure-zones, "oh God, that's hot!"

"Hell yeah!" her boss agreed and fucked her in a frenzy, harder and harder, hunting that brilliant glimpse of bliss that he knew she could give him. He slapped her ass again, watching it jiggle in an extremely arousing way.

"Oooh!" she cried her fingers a blur on her clit. So much, so good! She was so close, oh, just a little more, just a little...

The third slap was much, much harder than the first two and actually stung Bret's hand quite a bit. For Bubbles, however, it was a feeling nearing bliss; the intense pain added to the oh-so-pleasurable signals that her nether-regions were producing and made her cry out in an all-powerful orgasm.

"GOOOOD!" she screeched, cumming like never before, "yes! YESSS! Oh, GOD! Oh! Ooooh!"

Her pussy spasmed around his fat dick as she lost all control of her body and just rode the waves of happy, happy pleasure.

"God! GOD! GOD!" Bret cried as he too lost control, following her into pleasure-land. Knowing he brought her off was enough to set the young man off, and he came with a loud, manly groan.

"Oh yes!" she gasped, feeling his cock jerk inside her as it spewed its cum out into her welcoming tunnel -- God, it felt sexy!




Under New Management Ch. 04



I'm sorry it's taken this long to get you an update but I became a father a couple of months ago, and my son does tend to take my time and attention.

Thank you all for the many encouraging words and suggestions. Honestly, I doubt I'd have finished this chapter if it weren't for my eager audience. 





Saturday morning Bret mercifully had the opportunity to sleep in – which both he and Bubbles took full advantage of. In fact, the sun was high in the sky when Bret finally did wake up, somewhat confused at first – it was, after all, the first time he ever woke up with a woman in his arms.

And a beautiful, sexy woman at that. As the desire to sleep slowly left him, he couldn't help but study the magnificent creature he'd spent the night with. Her long, honey-blonde hair was still in its corkscrew-curls and flowed down to her shoulders, acting like a beautiful, soft pillow – save for one stray curl that hung across her face. Carefully, so as not to disturb her sleep, he took the little rebel and placed it next to the others, giving him an unhindered view of his wonderful lover.

She was on her back, so Bret could see all of her face, including the hideously-coloured eye her ex had given her. Even with a black eye though, she was undeniably cute, he agreed with himself. Her face had a soft, elfin quality, from the gentle line of her jaw to her delicate little nose.

God, he loved looking at her! She was just as near perfection as any woman he'd ever seen, from her carefully plucked eye-brows to her soft, full lips... lips made for kissing. 

Well, kissing, and something else, he thought as he remembered how skilfully she'd used them for... other pleasurable activities last night. With that thought in mind his eyes travelled further down her body, though she was sadly covered from the neck down by a heavy quilt, and even her mighty boobs were only seen as a slight bump in the fabric. 

Still, even the memory of her soft curves was enough to cause an interesting effect in his boxers, and the more he looked (and remembered the fun they'd had the night before), the harder it grew. Soon, it was doing all the thinking for him – and it certainly wasn't happy with just looking!

Ever so slowly, he pulled the lower corner of the quilt, until he lifted it off her foot, then her lower leg, knee until he had an un-obscured view of her thigh and her tiny, powder-blue panties. With a horny smile, he crawled in under the quilt between her slightly parted legs – he pushed a bit against her thigh, and she obediently spread them further. Even in her sleep she took directions well, he mused and carefully puller her thong aside, leaving nothing between him and her sweet little pussy. 

There wasn't a lot of light down there, but Bret didn't need his eyes, just his tongue that quickly found its way to that special spot of delights and pleasures.

She felt very different than last night. Instead of wet and... well, open, her outer-lips hindered his entrance, in effect sealing off the Promised Land. A little confused but always willing to learn more about this very important aspect of anatomy, he let his tongue slowly slide up and down her hairless labia, wiggling and tickling the best he could. She didn't taste like she had last night at all – she basically just tasted like... skin. A bit salty and that was it. Figuring he couldn't have much fun with her dry like this, he summoned up some spit and did his best to moisten her as he kept licking her.

"Mhm..." Bubbles sighed, and Bret immediately paused, wondering if she were awake yet but she didn't move and didn't say anything. With a wry, proud smile, he assumed she was just getting aroused in her dreams and went back to his job at getting this sweet, sweet pussy to reveal its secrets.

Gradually, as he licked her, the labia opened up somewhat and she started tasting like the Bubbles he remembered: sweet and musky at the same time. He also noted with undisputed pride that her breathing was getting faster and shallower, and at times she sighed or even moaned in her sleep. 

It didn't take him long to realise that she was so much softer and stronger tasting once he managed to get past the labia and could attack her soft folds directly with his tongue. That also seemed to evoke the greater response from Bubbles, so everything pointed to it being the right place to go.

"Oooh!" she gasped when he flipped her clit with his tongue and his lips split in a shit-eating grin. Not that that stopped him, on the contrary he really laid into it, her soft gasp only spurring him on further – how excited could he get her before she woke up?

"Oh... oh yeah," his lover moaned, and Bret figured she wouldn't be sleeping much longer. Deciding to use what little time he had left in the best possible way, he found her tight little hole and stuck his tongue into it, as deep as it would go and wiggled it around in there, trying to touch her as much as possible.

"Oooh! Yes! Ah..." she gasped, and suddenly her entire body jerked. Before he knew what was happening, Bubbles tried to close her legs and sat up in bed, extremely confused.

"What... I... Boss?" she mumbled, trying to get her bearings and pulled the quilt off and threw it off the bed, revealing her young boss, literally caught with his hand (tongue!) in the cookie-jar. 

"Oooh... what are you... yeees..." she gasped, suddenly full awake. However, she quickly decided it probably was better not to interrupt Bret – he clearly knew what he was doing! – and laid back down again with her legs spread widely once more, hoping he'd continue. 

He did. Oh God, he did! When that magical tongue of his rubbed against her clit, bolts of lightning shot through her body and she couldn't keep a loud moan from escaping her lips.

"Oh my God... Boss..." she gasped, not really understanding why he was being so nice to her but more than willing to let him continue. This was by far the strangest and best way she'd ever woken up!

By this point, her pussy was drenched and wide-open, more than ready for anything her boss wanted, and Bret was torn between desires. On one hand, he'd like to continue licking her till he heard her cum – he so enjoyed that – but on the other hand, his painfully hard dick demanded satisfaction as well.

As was becoming the pattern, it got its way. Slowly, the young man freed himself from the wet pussy and crawled up along the incredibly sexy body till he reached her head where she welcomed him with a wide smile – and hot kisses!

"Mhm..." he moaned into her mouth while he was dry-humping her through his boxers, rubbing his hard-on against her wet and willing cunt.

"Fuck me, Boss," she asked softly and clawed at his boxers, trying to get them down and free his monstrous dick. She needed it, needed to get filled by it so badly!

"Please..." she begged when she failed – the damn waistband got stuck on his cock! – hoping he'd want her as much as she wanted him. She got her answer only a second later when he pushed his boxers down across his hips and quickly buried his long, hard prick in her.

"Oh God, yes!" Bubbles gasped as his thick dick forced its way into her eager snatch, scraping wonderfully against her tight tunnel. She was dripping wet, his spit and her juices gave him all the lubrication he needed to stretch her snug pussy to accommodate his fat, invading tool. Everywhere he touched, feelings of delight went through her, making her pant with need. She wanted him so much!

"God, Bubbles," he sighed, "so good..." She felt divine, too good to be true. He kissed her, letting his tongue explore her welcoming mouth like his dick did with her just-as-welcoming pussy. She closed her lips around it, sucking it like she would his cock, while he drove his dick into her again and again, making her moan into his mouth. 

Grabbing his hands, she led them to her big tits, hoping for more stimulation and wanting him to touch her everywhere, to enjoy everything she had to offer... and she knew how he loved her magnificent boobs. 

He took the not-so-subtle hint and palmed her impressive breasts, pinching her already-hard nipples and sending waves of pleasure through the sexy stripper. She slid her own hands up around his neck, softly and intimately stroking his slender build while she gently pressed his face down against hers in an intense kiss. His lips were so soft and the intimate dance of their tongues was extremely arousing. 

She'd been on the verge of cumming before she even woke up, and his hard thrusts, sharp pinching and soft tongue certainly didn't diminish her growing orgasm!

"Mhm...!" she moaned as her boss hammered his big dick into her while he tweaked and mauled her sensitive breasts, "oh so good, oh God, I'm so close. Please, Boss, please, please!" she begged as they broke the kiss.

"You're so sexy, Bubbles," he whispered into her ear, "so hot and gorgeous." Truth be told, Bret still couldn't really believe how much his life had changed – from a lonely life with hardly any social contacts outside his work and family to fucking one of the most beautiful women he'd ever set his eyes on. 

Quite the change, and definitely for the better.

"Oh! Oh, you too, Boss," Bubbles gasped in reply, "Oh, I'm... I'm sooo ... clooose!" Her eyes closed as she focused completely on the growing pleasure deep inside her. On a sudden impulse, she wrapped her long legs around his cute little ass, trying to get him as deep inside her as he could come.

"Oh wow," he gasped, loving how she seemed to want more of him. To be wanted like this was so hot and felt so good that he could barely hold himself back. He had to though – he wanted to make sure she got hers first...

Every thrust deep inside Bubbles' tight little land of pleasures, every painful and wonderful pinch on those huge mammaries and every deep-felt, saliva-exchanging kiss brought the two lovers closer and closer to the crashing orgasm that promised to overtake both their bodies.

"Boss! Boooss!" Bubbles cried as she started cumming. Her entire body seemed to tense up, and every nerve in her voluptuous body screamed in joy and sent the most amazing signals to her excited brain. She gasped loudly, trying vaguely to get her breathing under control, but nothing seemed to work – her entire body was out of control and just reacted to the incredible sensations that washed through her body. 

"Bubbles, Bubbles!" Bret gasped, suddenly fighting a lot harder to keep his own orgasm at bay – wow, it was hot seeing her cum like this! And hearing it!

"Oh God, Boss," she panted, still in the throes of some of the most intense pleasure of her young life, "oh so GOOD! Thank you, thank you! Oh my, yes, more! Ah! Ah! Ahhh!" 

His cock, still going in and out of her hot snatch like a piston only heightened her pleasure, made her cum again and again, like she'd never done before. It was incredible, it was unbelievable! Oh, it was sooo good! 

"God, Bubbles!" he gasped and, realising it was only a matter of seconds before he erupted in her, let go of her tits and grabbed a hold of her hips instead. Using them for leverage, he pounded into her soft, welcoming cunt as hard as he could, determined to get as much out of the orgasm as he could.

"AAAAHH!" she wailed, not at all ready for the sudden onslaught, but whatever pain she felt instantly got turned into pure pleasure in her overheated brain, and her orgasm stretched on, dragged to so-far unknown heights by her eager lover.

"Shit! Yes, so good! So good! Fuck, I love you, Bubbles!" Bret gasped and finally hit that magical mark too, overtaken by a mind-blowing orgasm. His cock hammered into the wet, warm pussy one last time and emptied its load of sperm deep into it.

He kept sawing in and out of her; making her gasp and writhe in pleasure, but soon he collapsed a top of his sexy girl, resting on her soft body while they both struggled to catch their breath.

"Wow..." Bret muttered, and Bubbles nodded, her eyes alight with orgasmic pleasure and the deep, passionate feeling Bret had awoken in her when he'd – in a moment of passion – uttered the magic words: 'I love you, Bubbles'.

Soon, however, he rolled off her, lying on his back and breathing heavily – he wasn't exactly used to heavy, physical activities, and Bubbles drained him in more ways than one. With an erotic smile, she got up and crawled down to his well-used dick. It was covered in their combined juices, and before Bret even knew what was going on, Bubbles closed her soft lips around it, sucking all of the softening length into her mouth.

"What?" Bret asked at the strange sensation and looked down at his lover that stared back at him with a resolute look in her big, blue eyes. With quick licks she cleaned off the wonderful bringer of pleasures and pulled her mouth off him again and smiled up at him, more than pleased with herself.

That's how a good girl should care for her man, she knew, and only hoped he hadn't noticed that she hadn't done it last night. She'd been too tired and too confused, but there were no such excuses this morning – and she'd be damned if she wasn't going to be a good girl for her boss...

"Wow!" Bret muttered again as she licked her lips and crawled up to him and got comfortable in the nook of his arm. What an arousingly strange girl!

"You're so hot, Bubbles..." he whispered in her ear, and she smiled, happy. She'd done well, and her man was pleased with her.

She was his good little girl... and he'd said he loved her.

---

"Hmm..." Bubbles murmured as she sniffed the t-shirt she'd discarded the night before. It didn't smell clean but it didn't smell dirty either – not like sweat or anything at least, so with a shrug, she pulled it over her head. As always, it took some manoeuvring and quite a bit of force to get her too-big boobs settled within the too-small top, but once she managed, the result was breathtakingly sexy. The thin, white fabric with the pink heart fit quite snugly, easily revealing the Happy Gent's most desirable stripper's bust. Braless as she was, they quivered and shook with every step and every move she made.

Just as she liked it... and hopefully as Bret liked it.

Her panties were a mess though, dried cum from both her and her boss made them stiff and smelly, so she left them on the floor and instead picked up her cut-off jeans. Like her t-shirt they weren't exactly easy to get on but with enough wriggling of her tight little ass, she managed to get them pulled on and buttoned. If Bret had been around to see her struggle to get into her small pieces of clothing, he'd almost certainly had started the process of getting her back out of them – it was a hot show!

"There," she mumbled to herself and looked around the small bedroom, wondering if she'd forgotten anything. She hadn't, so she went into the adjacent bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror, frowning. She didn't look good, not even if she ignored her painful, horrible black eye. Thank God the swelling was going down, although the discolouration was only getting worse, making it blue and yellow – ugly! She couldn't do much about that now however, so, ignoring it, she studied the rest of her.

What little make-up had survived the night was smeared and made her look used, used and boring, and to make it all worse her curls were all messed up. Not good enough for her new man, not good enough at all! 

It took fifteen minutes before she was finally pleased enough with her looks that she didn't feel too embarrassed about Bret seeing her. With all her make-up washed off and her curls combed out and her now-straight hair framing her face, she didn't look as hot or as cute as she wanted to. But what could she do without a curling-iron or her make-up kit? At least she didn't look sloppy anymore!

Following the delicious smell of bacon and coffee, she found the kitchen and Bret that stood in front of the stove.

"Hey Boss," she muttered, not really knowing what to do or say. This was very uncharted territory for her. He'd said he wanted to take care of her, wanted her to stay with him, he'd even said he loved her, but... guys had told her a lot of things over the years. Granted, so far Bret had been somewhat unique but now it was a new day and men tended to treat her quite differently once she was out of their bed. 

"Hey Bubbles," Bret smiled at her, "sleep well?" She looked good! Not as hot as last night, but more mature, more... real.

"Yeah," she nodded, relaxing a little. He didn't seem to be in a rush to get rid of her.

"Okay, good. Breakfast's ready. Sit down and have some..."

---


"So, Bubbles..." Bret said once the food was gone. Despite it messing with her diet, Bubbles had eaten butter, bacon and white bread, since she couldn't help but show her appreciation for Bret's cooking for her.

"Yeah?" she asked warily, expecting the 'goodbye-speech'. He'd fucked her and as a thank-you, he'd fed her. Now his conscience was clear and he could get rid of her – perhaps before his rich, beautiful girlfriend arrived? 

"We need to... well, go shopping. I... imagine you'll need some... stuff, and I don't have much of what you need," he said, suddenly thinking of menstrual pads and blushing slightly.

Looking at him with wide eyes, Bubbles nodded eagerly: "I'd love to, Boss!" Then another thought struck her, and she looked down and added, "but I don't have any money..." 

"Oh. Oh... Eh, don't worry. Since it's kinda my fault you don't even have any clothes, I'll pay, of course" Bret hastened to say, both a bit uncomfortable but also immensely proud about what he'd done the day before. 

"Really?" Bubbles breathed excitedly. No one had ever bought anything for her... well, except for Kurt giving her a little smack – usually bought with money she'd made by stripping. 

"Yeah," he said with a proud grin. There was something about her subdued, hopeful behaviour that made him feel extremely good about himself.

"What do you need?" 

---

"Okay, so... What do you think of this?" Bubbles asked, a sexy smile playing on her face as she stepped out of the small changing-room, showing off the skin-tight, seemingly way-too-small tube top. It was screaming pink and only covered her boobs – and only just that!

"Wow!" Bret gasped. What an incredible sight! He'd seen them (her) naked, of course, but somehow, seeing her almost naked was way hotter. His eyes travelled downwards, noticing the black hotpants that clung to her thighs, showing off her wonderful legs that were severely enhanced by the heels she wore.

"You like it, then?" she teased him, turning slightly in her towering heels, letting him see how the thin fabric hugged every curve of her delicious ass. 

"Hell yeah!" her young boss exclaimed when he managed to tear his eyes off her body – if only for a second, and a guy a couple of racks over agreed silently, though he did his best to focus on his girlfriend who probably wouldn't approve of him staring at Bubbles' sexy figure.

"You don't think it's too... small?" she giggled and attempted to pull the top down to cover more of her midriff, making the already-thin fabric stretch almost obscenely across her tits. Bret couldn't help but notice that either she was cold or she was quite happy to show off for him: the two sexy bumps where her hard nipples pressed against the top were near-impossible to overlook. 

The matronly saleswoman noticed too and sent the young stripper a disapproving look. She hadn't cared overly much for the provocatively-dressed young woman with the disfigured eye coming into her shop but the young man at her side looked decent enough, so she'd decided to keep her peace. As long as the two didn't disturb the other shoppers! Not that Bubbles cared what she thought – Bret was there and he was all that mattered. If he approved of her clothing, the old hag could bitch and stare all she wanted.




Under New Management Ch. 04



"You look amazing," Bret told her with shining eyes, and she giggled happily in reply, "simply amazing!" 

"And the shorts?" she wondered, turning further, giving him a full eyeful of her tight ass that his hands longed to grab and squeeze, "do they look okay?" She wiggled her butt seductively, hoping to keep the compliments coming. 

"You're so sexy, Bubbles!" Bret exclaimed, his eyes feasting on the hottest woman he'd ever seen, as she hopefully displayed her assets for him. She beamed one of her breath-taking smiles at him, radiating happiness with his reaction.

This was the fifth outfit she'd shown him, and Bret had not yet tired of looking at her in various more or less revealing outfits (usually 'more'!). He was, however, wondering if perhaps it was time to end the shopping-trip... and get Bubbles home in bed!

"So you like it?" she asked, needing to hear it one more time. 

"It looks wonderful on you," he declared earnestly, and she seemed to believe him.

"Could you then, maybe... come in here and help me with something?" she asked, biting her lower-lip invitingly and holding the door to the changing-room open.

"Yeah, sure," Bret answered, not at all capable of stopping and wondering what kind of help could be needed inside the tiny room. With a happy wink at the judgmental saleswoman, Bubbles closed the door behind her, sealing the two of them off from the rest of the world.

"So, what do you need help with," Bret asked, keeping his eyes fixed on her mammoth-jugs trying in vain to escape her new top. 

"Sit here, Boss," she suggested and gently pushed him down on the chair in the small room's corner, deliberately ignoring his question.

"Eh, sure," he mumbled and sat down, quite curious by now.

"You see," she whispered in his ear as she leaned down, her tits hanging mere inches from his face, captivating him entirely, "I need to know if it still looks good when I'm on my knees, sucking you off!" 

Bret's eyes widened as he caught her meaning and he looked up into her teasing eyes. A small, eager smile played on her lips, and he didn't doubt for a second that she meant what she said.

"You mean... here?!" he gasped with a quick, guilty look at the closed door. Smiling wider, Bubbles nodded and stepped in between his legs.

"Right... here," she breathed slowly as she gracefully fell to her knees right in front of her boss and lover. When he didn't object, her quick fingers found their way to his jeans and opened them, first his button then the zipper. Without saying a word, he scooped backwards a bit and lifted his ass, letting her pull the pants down a bit and giving her clear access to his boxers.

"Oh... you like this top, don't you?" she smiled as she felt his already semi-hard cock through the cotton, and he nodded heartfelt. 

"Yeah," he sighed, keeping his voice low, "it looks really... good on you." 

"Why, thank you, Boss," she smiled sweetly and expertly pulled the boxers down, releasing his rising cock, "now just... relax. And enjoy!" 

And then she didn't say anything else; instead her warm and wonderfully moist mouth engulfed him, swallowing up his head.

"Oh wow!" Bret gasped, obviously delighted but still somewhat nervous – after all there was only a thin wall between them and everyone else! 

Bubbles did her best to make him forget about that, though, as she bobbed her head up and down his thick shaft, her soft lips lovingly caressing his proud hardness. 

"Oh God!" Bret exclaimed in lust as her tongue suddenly found that extremely sensitive spot just below his head and attacked it vigorously, "yes, Bubbles, God..." It had only taken her about thirty seconds to make him forget the thin walls and the people outside.

"Mhm... you like it, Boss?" she winked when she pulled off his hardness for a quick breather, "still think the top looks good?" 

"Oh, absolutely!" he declared and took a hold of her beautiful, blonde hair and pushed her face down to his cock again. With a happy smile, she obeyed his wordless order and soon the little room was filled by the slurping sounds of an expert cock-sucker giving her boss the most pleasurable blowjob possible. Well, that and Bret's increasingly loud groans of aroused delight that he didn't even attempt to hide anymore.

"Shit, Bubbles," he gasped, when she unexpectedly deepthroated him. Every inch of his long dick went into her mouth and down her throat as she pressed her lips against his pubics. Holding him there and ignoring her lack of oxygen and the starting pain in her too-small throat, she massaged his cock, licking it and doing her very best to bring him as much pleasure as possible.

"Sir, Ma'am?" a loud, annoying voice suddenly interfered while someone knocked on the door, "is everything alright in there?" 

"What?" Bret managed to gasp, while Bubbles, losing her focus pulled off his cock, gasping and drooling slightly. 

"Is everything alright?" the voice repeated, and it sounded exactly like Bret had imagine the boring old saleswoman would sound like, "you've been in there for quite a while.

"Yeah, yeah! We're just..." Bret said but got severely side-tracked when Bubbles once again wrapped her incredibly soft lips around his cock and sucked him back into her mouth. 

"Ah! We're just... well, just a minute, okay?!" Bret all but shouted, no longer really in control of himself. 

"Okay, okay," the voice said in a huff and mercifully left them alone.

"Gotta hurry," Bret told his kneeling stripper, and she nodded, still with his cock in her mouth – which made it bob up and down obscenely. She grasped his hard shaft in her right hand and started jacking him off in time with her sucking. She quickly found a steady rhythm, up and down, in and out, and soon Bret was once again groaning as the pent-up desires of watching Bubbles in various outfits combined with her skills as a fellatrix to make him cum.

"Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes," he gasped as he felt the need rise within him, and he began thrusting into her mouth in an attempt to get even more pleasure. She gagged a bit when he thrust into her mouth like this but she didn't slow down or even show any displeasure – Bubbles had set out to show her wonderful boss how much she appreciated him, and she wasn't going to stop 'till she got her tongue coated with his seed!

"Oh Bubbles, oh shit, I'm gonna... I'm... AHHH!" Bret finally grunted and Bubbles felt the first spurt of his rich, salty cream.

"Yesss!" he gasped as his entire world tensed up in a second of pure, unspoiled bliss. His eyes lost focus and he felt his cock fire its load into the waiting stripper's welcoming mouth. She kept sucking, trying to give him every last ounce of pleasure while she greedily swallowed down his balls' warm discharge. Only a slight trickle found its way out the corner of her mouth, leaving a small trail of spit and sperm down her chin where it clung to her skin, making her look unbelievably slutty.

"Oh wow, Bubbles," Bret gasped once he'd managed to get his bearings, "oh wow!" 

Smiling up at him, she let the shrinking dick back into his boxers, closed the jeans and sat back on her heels.

"I guess this means the top passed the test?" she said in a sexy voice and leaned even further back, thrusting her chest out for him to see and admire.

"Huh? God yes! We'll take it! And whatever else you want..."

"Yay!" she gushed and grabbed her purse, looking for a Kleenex. She was a mess; deepthroating took a lot out of her, and it felt like she had cum and spit smeared all over her face... and she'd drooled on her new, recently approved top! God!

She quickly tried to fix herself up, even wasted a few napkins trying to dry the top, before she pulled it over her head, letting her impressive jugs out into the open – though Bret was too spent for the moment to give them the appreciation and admiration they deserved. The hotpants followed suit, revealing that she wasn't wearing anything beneath them – panties would just have been in the way, really... though she had left a wet, excited stain in them, and she folded the ridiculously small pieces of clothing, trying to hide any wet spots. 

"There!" she said when she was once again wearing the cut-off jeans and the tight, white top she'd first arrived at Bret's apartment in the night before. He gave her a quick kiss and they went back out into the store...

... where a small crowd had gathered, seemingly busy checking out the clothes just outside the changing-room, but who all turned to see who had had such a loud and... unconventional time in there. 

Bret did his best to look somewhat solemn but he couldn't hold back a large, proud grin when several of the guys sent him praising looks and knowing smirks. Especially not when a tall, quite pretty brunette sent him a flirting wink and licked her lips invitingly. If Bubbles hadn't just drained him (and he'd been so damn shy!) she'd definitely seem promising! 

As it was, they made their way through the curious people, Bret exchanging prideful looks with some of the other guys, Bubbles ignoring the condescending glances she got (and the pitiful ones from those who noticed her eye).

At the check-out counter, the disapproving saleswoman greeted them with a terse: "You're quite done with the changing-room now, then?" 

"Yeah," Bret mumbled, knowing he should feel ashamed but way too proud of what had happened to let anyone take it away from it, while Bubbles stared hard at the ground, unable to meet her eyes.

"Oh, good," the older woman said sarcastically and started ringing up Bubbles' purchases... until she reached the last item in the stack – the top that Bubbles had worn while she... entertained Bret. 

"What... ack! Ew, what the Devil is THIS?!" exclaimed, feeling the wet spot where Bubbles hadn't been able to contain her drool.

"Oh, you nasty, little tramp!" she spat at the distraught stripper when she realised what it was and desperately tried to clean her hand off on her skirt, "you disgusting..."

"Now, now..." Bret stepped in front of Bubbles, removing the humiliated stripper from the older woman's line of sight, "how about just selling us the clothes and we'll leave?" The young guy speaking to her in a calm, controlled voice calmed her down somewhat, and carefully, she picked the top up again and got the price-tag scanned.

"Next time, please don't bring her," she said as she handed Bret the bag with Bubbles' new clothes after he had paid, and put all the malice and contempt she could into the last word. Since Bret appeared to be a decent guy and not overly intimidated by her righteous outrage, she seemed to have decided it was all Bubbles' fault and vented her anger at her.

"Sure, sure," Bret said unimpressed (a blowjob far outweighed even a public scolding) and hand in hand, they left the store. Him feeling good about it all, her extremely ashamed but also proud of having made her boss and man happy and so thrilled that Bret had stepped in and defended her against the evil woman – he just kept protecting her!

Back out in the mall, Bret, carrying the shopping-bags, turned to his employee – who could still had the taste of his salty cum in her mouth.

"So, where to nex-" he began when he got interrupted.

"Hey! Hey, wait!" someone called and the couple turned to see the tall brunette from the store bearing down on them.

"Yeah?" Bret said, having no clue what the stranger wanted. She'd seem quite friendly inside, perhaps even more than merely friendly, but one could never know.

"Eh..." she started, suddenly losing steam, "I just, just wanted to say I thought it was pretty cool how you put that old prude in her place," she said, biting her lip, hoping that... well, she wasn't sure what she was hoping for! It had seemed so easy in the store – just to try something different for once! And these two were like the epitome of adventurousness... She herself had never had sex outside the confinements of her own home (and rarely even that anymore!)

"Oh?" Bret asked, wondering what this brownhaired lady wanted, while Bubbles snug her arm in under his and clung to his side, marking him as her territory for this new woman.

"Yeah," she nodded, not really knowing how to continue.

"Well, perhaps we weren't entirely fair to her either," Bret grinned, still proud of what had transpired in the changing-room and in quite good spirit. A week ago, a beautiful woman on his arm while he comfortably chatted with another attractive one would have been a wet dream, but somehow it had become his life! 

"Heh, well, we all did kinda hear you out in the store," she admitted, "it was... quite cool." 

"Yeah?" Bret smiled, a mix between pride and embarrassment.

"Yeah," she agreed, without any clue whatsoever where she was going with this. Was she actually chatting to a strange man about him having sex (or whatever they'd done in there) in public?

"Well, what the boss wants, the boss gets," Bubbles suddenly joined the conversation, pressing herself up against her lover and shooting the man-stealing whore a hostile look. What the hell was she playing at, coming on to her man! Just because she was smarter and prettier, she thought she could just grab whomever she wanted!?

"Oh. Oh! You're her boss?" the stranger who seemed more and more surprised asked. 

"I'm sorry. Bret Jensen, I own the club 'The Lucky Gent'", Bret said and held out his hand, "it's a... eh, gentleman's club down on 6th."

"Ehm, Deborah, Deborah Meyer," Deborah mumbled and shook his hand, thoroughly confused but oddly excited by all of this.

"Bubbles," the hostile stripper mumbled with a vague nick of her head. Deborah merely nodded back, not daring to ask what kind of name 'Bubbles' was.

"So, eh... the Lucky Gent? Are you a waitress," she asked Bubbles, no longer having any idea what she was doing. She knew that the blonde didn't want to talk to her but for some reason she felt compelled to continue. Truth be told, this was the most fascinating thing she'd done in... well, quite a while!

"No," Bubbles answered and, because she wanted to shock this bitch added: "stripper."

"Oh..." Deborah nodded, as if this explained everything. Hopefully without being to too obvious, she checked out Bubbles body and attire and mentally kicked herself; who else but a hooker or stripper would wear something so... so... advertising? The woman's outfit was practically screaming: "Look at me! Look at me and my gorgeous ass and huge tits!" And those heels?! Who but a stripper could walk around in something that tall and make it look natural?

God, she was HOT!

While Deborah was busy unobtrusively staring at his girlfriend/employee, Bret took the opportunity to have a look at her. 

She was pretty. Tall – taller than Bubbles and almost as tall as Bret – with long, brown hair, piercing green eyes and a friendly smile. Not overly large breasts (nothing compared to, say, Lia, Bubbles or Stacy) but not small either. A nice size, Bret agreed with himself while looking at them out of the corner of his eye. Her slender figure made her seem even taller than she was, and she wore a green blouse and a matching skirt that really underlined her best feature: her wonderfully long, smooth legs that ended in a pair of flats (Deborah rarely wore heels – she was already taller than too many men, and most of them didn't like it...).

While all this staring was going on, Bubbles looked at Bret's face, unhappy and scared with the clear interest he showed this new girl – whom he didn't even know!

"So, ehm... we were about to go and grab a bite to eat," Bret said when inspiration suddenly struck him after a brief, rather uncomfortable silence, "would you like to join us?" 

Bubbles jaw clenched at that but luckily neither Bret nor Deborah noticed. 

"Yeah, sure!" she agreed happily, "if that's alright with you... Bubbles?" 

"Of course it is," she muttered after a moment's hesitation. She was still Bret's good, little girl, after all, and if he wanted to eat with... her... then she wasn't going to object.

"Excellent," Bret smiled. This new girl really intrigued him, and this new ability to actually speak with women even more so! Okay, maybe having the beautiful Bubbles right there helped the ego, but still...

The meal was... interesting, to say the least. While Bret and Deborah both wanted sandwiches and sodas, Bubbles ordered a salad with water ("gotta watch my weight, after all," she'd said with a pointed look at Deborah, making her blush somewhat).

"Ehm, so, Bubbles," Deborah started, still finding it quite ridiculous to address another human being like that, "stripp- eh... exotic dancer... how did you get started with that?" Whenever she looked at the 'dancer' she carefully avoided staring at the horrible black eye she sported, though she was incredibly curious. It looked like someone had hit her but Bret really didn't seem like that kind of guy...

Bubbles looked at her with dismay and shrugged, "I began stripping," she coldly empathised the word that Deborah was too politically correct to say to her face, "when I was sixteen. I needed money and I like men looking at me."

"Sixteen? Isn't that illegal?!" Deborah asked with huge eyes, and even Bret looked at her, surprised.

"If you've got a fake id and don't turn tricks, no-one cares how old you are," Bubbles declared and smiled at what she perceived as the older woman's naivety.

"Turn tric-? oh!" Deborah halted herself as she caught Bubbles' meaning and blushed profoundly while Bubbles smiled viciously, only too pleased with having shocked her competitor.

"Why do you care so much anyway?" Bubbles asked, tilting her head, "you looking for a job?" 

"Nonono! I... I didn't mean it like that!" Deborah blushed and looked confused at Bret for assistance, "it's just... I'm curious, that's all." 

"What do you do?" Bret asked, trying to come to her rescue, "I mean, for a job?" 

"I work as PA for a realtor downtown," she answered automatically, while her eyes shifted back to Bubbles whom she found immensely interesting... and very much wanted to like her!

"You must be very, eh... popular," she said, trying with a compliment, "they must like you a lot." Suddenly she felt her heart thunder, and it became very important that Bubbles took the compliment the right way, so she continued: "I mean, I mean, you're very beautiful, so I'm sure the... clients appreciate you." Finishing her clumsy, little speech, she immediately wished the ground would swallow her up – or at least that she'd kept her mouth shut. God, why did she say something so stupid! 

"Oh," Bubbles said, a little confused but with no evil retort at the ready, "thanks..."

"You work for a realtor? That's gotta be interesting," Bret commented, feeling somewhat left out of the conversation. Granted, Bubbles was hot as hell, but still... a little bit of attention his way would be nice. 

Deborah looked at him, a bit funnily. How could getting coffee and making copies for an overpaid, condescending jerk be interesting compared to a wonderfully sexy woman who enticed and controlled an audience of men with her body?

"Eh," she shrugged, "I guess... it's not like you guys, though." A bit of enviousness snug into her voice, as she imagined the glamorous life Bubbles lived as a stripper and Bret as owner of an entire club. 

"You ever been to a strip-club?" Bubbles suddenly asked, "ever gotten a lap-dance?" 

The red colour returned to the brunette's cheeks and she looked down, embarrassed as she answered, "no..."

"Even given a lap-dance?" she smiled, confidently. 

"What? No-no!" Deborah was a good girl, why the hell would she give lap-dances?!

Bubbles' smile turned wider, feeling quite superior to this little mouse. She may be pretty and smart and have a 'real' job but at least she, Bubbles, knew how to please a man!




Under New Management Ch. 04



"You should come!" Bret suddenly blurted out.

"What?" Bubbles and Deborah both looked at him as if he'd gone mad.

"To the club, I mean. Come have a look..." Bret elaborated then halted under Bubbles' unhappy eyes.

"Really?" Deborah asked excitedly, but then quickly changed her mind: "No, I couldn't." 

"Aw, come on... it'll be fun!" Bret lured, ignoring Bubbles – and the sting of bad conscience he got from her sad, disappointed eyes. He didn't know what it was about this woman, but the less interested she was in him, the more he became in her. It was insane: when he had a bird like Bubbles in the hand, what the hell was ANY bird in the bush worth?

"I don't know," she blushed, then amended it to, "maybe..."

"It would be really cool if you did," he smiled at her, "tell you what, I'll let the doorman know you're coming, and you'll get in for free, okay?"

"Well, thanks," she muttered, still torn. She wanted to do something exciting, but she already had done something new and wild for today! Talking to two strangers right after their bout of semi-public sex was definitely crossing her comfort-zone!

"It'll be my pleasure," Bret assured her with his most charming smile. 

Suddenly he felt Bubbles' warm breath in his ear: "Boss, we leave now, there'll still be time for you to have your way with me before going to the club."

Bret almost got a whiplash when he turned his head as fast as possible to look into Bubbles' tempting eyes and her naughty, inviting smile. He felt her wonderful hand caress his thigh, and when she parted her lips slightly to carefully lick her lower-lip, all thoughts about Deborah evaporated. It didn't take them more than a couple of minutes to finish the rest of the meal, after which they parted ways, Bubbles smiling triumphantly at the stranger, never expecting to see the man-stealing harlot again.

Bret was hers...

---


The door barely closed behind them, before Bubbles' arms were wrapped around her man, her lips eagerly seeking and finding his. They kissed frantically as they made their way through the apartment to the bedroom, Bret gradually losing pieces of clothing along the way, so when they reached their goal, he was wearing pants, one shoe, both socks and nothing else. His lover's long, pink nails ran across his naked back, teasing him as she did her best to communicate her need for him by pressing her lips as hard against his as she could and sucking on his tongue.

"I need you, Boss," she panted once they reached the bedroom, her eyes wide and filled with desire. Her re-establishing herself as her boss' girl was extremely arousing and she wanted him so bad! She didn't give him a time to answer though, as she immediately pressed her lips against his again, their tongues playfully dancing with each other. 

With his arms around her and his hands squeezing her delicious ass through her cut-offs, she walked backwards towards the bed, her mouth never leaving his. When she reached it, she regretfully broke the kiss and sat down on it – which coincidently put her at the perfect height for certain other activities! Within seconds she got his jeans opened, pulled them down to his knees and fished out his cock from his boxers, ignoring the feeling of déjà vu as she once again feasted her eyes on her boss' long, soft cock. She felt vaguely insulted that he wasn't hard just from kissing her but nevertheless greeted the opportunity to please him with vigour. 

"Mhm, Boss!" she sighed and wrapped her lips around the shaft. Soft as he was, she had little difficulties fitting his entire, wonderful tool inside her mouth, so she let it slide all the way in until her nose met his hairy pelvis.

"Oh God, Bubbles!" he gasped when her tongue started playing with his sensitive head and teasing his foreskin, "yes... yes!" 

She looked up at him with a sultry smile around his cock and winked at her aroused boss. It wasn't hard to tell he liked what she was doing; his cock was quickly gaining the size and strength she'd come to love, and soon it became a struggle to fit all of it inside her mouth... and keep breathing. She grabbed the cock with her hand and worked it with her mouth and hand in unison, just like she'd learnt he loved in the changing-room.

"Ahh... Shit, Bubbles, that feels good!" Bret gasped as she bobbed her head up and down his fully erect shaft, licking and sucking for all she was worth, slowly drowning her boss in a sea of pleasures.

"Mhm... Boss," she sighed in delight as she took her mouth off his cock for a second, while her hand kept rubbing up and down, making sure he wasn't want for pleasurable sensations, "I have an... idea." 

"Oh... oh yeah?" he asked, finding it hard to focus on anything but her hand and the wonderful feelings she kept sending through him.

"Yeah..." she breathed, "and you'll like it, I promise. But I need to go... get something."

"Ahh... what?" 

"Don't worry," she soothed him, "I won't be a minute. Just lie down here, and wait for me..." She patted the bed next to her and stopped jacking on his shaft. So, confused, aroused and curious, he shred the rest of his clothes and crawled up into the bed while she went out the bedroom door, with his eyes feasting on her bubbly, squeezable ass. 

Per instinct, his right hand found his hard shaft, and he slowly massaged it while waiting for his girl to return and reveal her idea. 

"Here we go," she smiled as she re-entered the room, holding a green bottle of... olive oil? in her hands.

"Oil?" he wondered, having expected something a bit more... exciting.

"Yeah," she said as she knelt on the bed next to him and kissed him, slowly and lovingly, "see, we need some lube for my idea to work..." She looked at him with promises of good things to come in her eyes, and suddenly her meaning dawned on him.

"Oh... oh!" he exclaimed, his eyes wide with sudden excitement, "you mean..." 

"Oh yeah!" she nodded with a wicked smile, "I want you big cock in my little ass!" 

"Oh wow!" he stared at her, like a kid getting a huge present for Christmas, and she smiled widely, extremely pleased with his reaction. Let that stupid Deborah compete with that!

"But first," she went on, "we need to prepare a bit. You're way too big for me to take without lube... unless... unless, you really want to." She bit her lip nervously, hoping she wasn't ruining his fantasy. Of course she could take him without lubrication; she wasn't exactly a virgin back there, but it would feel so much better for the both of them, if he didn't have to tear her up to get inside. Still, if he wanted to fuck her dry that was his prerogative and she'd happily accept the pain in exchange for remaining his girl. No doubt about that!

"Nono, that's fine, that's fine!" Bret exclaimed, excited beyond belief. He'd seen it in porns, of course, but didn't really think anal-sex was something ordinary people did... Of course, Bubbles was pretty extraordinary!

"Okay," she smiled, a bit relieved and put the green bottle down on the bed, "well, ehm... it seems I'm a bit overdressed..." With surprising little ado, considering that she was a professional stripper, she pulled her tight, tight top over her head, releasing the ladies out into the world. 

Big was the first word that entered Bret's erotically charged brain as the two lovely melons suddenly were naked and within easy reach. Large, round and so perky that they seemed to defy the laws of gravity, they sat high on her chest with cute, pink nipples pointing slightly upwards. Bret had once heard that 'more than a handful is a waste' but whoever had said that had obviously never seen Bubbles without a shirt! 

"You like them?" she asked with confidence – if there was one part of her body Bubbles was proud of, it was her tits. Hell, as expensive as they'd been, she ought to be proud of them! – and shook her upper body slightly, making them quiver in an oddly arousing way. 

"Oh yeah!" he nodded with a grin and grabbed a hold of her, pulling her down to him... or, more accurately, pulled her chest down to him. Immediately, his mouth found her nipple and sucked it into his mouth.

"Mhm, Boss!" she smiled, her nipple quickly hardening under his eager attention. Switching to the other one, he gently bit down on it with a happy grin up at her. 

"Ooh yeah," she sighed, as he sucked and chewed on her sensitive nubbin, making her breathe a little harder. 

When he released it though, she stood up, eager to get on with the show and opened up her shorts. With a loooot of wiggling which certainly didn't go unnoticed by the aroused Bret, she managed to get them down her well-formed ass and thighs and slid them down her long, sexy legs until they ended up on the floor around her heels. When she bent down to get her shoes off though, Bret quickly stopped her.

"No... no, please, leave the heels on," he mumbled, admiring her agile form (and the way her every movement sent quivers through her majestic tits). He'd seen enough porn to know how sexy a girl wearing nothing but heels was in bed.

"Oooh, gotcha, Boss!" Bubbles smiled as she left the heels alone and stood up, letting Bret admire her in all her naked glory. Bret's eyes darted between her big, round tits and her small, hairless slit between her legs as he was unable to decide what was more arousing.

"You're so hot, Bubbles," he sighed, still not really believing his good fortunes.

"Mhm, thank you, Boss!" she smiled sensually, loving to hear him say it, and crawled up in the bed, ending up between his legs that he spread to make room for her. While showing her devotion for his hard cock by kissing and licking it, she found the bottle of oil and opened it. She sat back up and poured a good measure of the greasy liquid in her hand, before, with an apologetic "it's a little cold, I'm afraid," she rubbed it onto his proud member.

It was a little cold, but under Bubbles' expert hands, it soon warmed up, and she was extremely careful to get his entire dick greased up – so careful, in fact, that he was soon groaning in pleasure.

"Oh, it's good, Bubbles! Oh God..." he moaned as her slippery hands slid up and down on his hard tool, rubbing with juuust the right amount of pressure to make it oh, so enjoyable!

"Mhm... I think you're ready, Boss... you want to give me a little oil as well?" she asked, as she let go of his lovely cock.

"Huh? Eh... sure!" Bret seemed to regain his senses and remember exactly what kind of delightful activities she'd offered him: her ass!

He sat up and she handed him the bottle, "just use lots," she winked with her good eye before she turned around and got on all fours, her delicious ass turned towards him, offered to him. 

"Nice," he breathed as he squeezed her soft, round ass, while looking at her pink star and the lower part of her moist pussy. He poured some oil on his finger and started rubbing it into her asshole, feeling very excited about the forbidden pleasures awaiting inside this taboo. 

"Ngnn," Bubbles grunted, relaxing her ass as best she could to accept the attacking digit. Bret was not exactly patient, so it didn't take long before the tip entered her tight opening.

"Please, Boss," she breathed, "more oil." The pain was bearable but if they were gonna grease her up, they might as well do it right!

"Oh, yeah, sorry," Bret mumbled, though he thought he'd been quite generous with the oil – but then again, it wasn't his ass they were sticking things into. He pulled his finger out and poured a lot of the grease out on his finger and even some on her asshole. 

"Here we go again," he warned her, and soon he was once again exploring Bubbles' tight little opening.

"Nhn... much better, Boss," she sighed.

---


While Bubbles' insides were getting prepared for Bret's first bout of anal, Deborah was having a little party of her own in her apartment, not that far away from Bret's. 

She was in her bed, naked under the quilt, her clothes discarded in a heap on the floor, and her attentive lover, the always ready Rabbit about to bring her all the pleasures she desired. 

She was already quite wet when she led her rubber-lover in between her slightly spread thighs where it gently massaged her pink lips.

"Mhm..." she sighed as she slowly rubbed it up and down the length of her pussy, teasing herself. Unlike the usual tall, dark stranger, however, her mind kept conjuring up images of the strange couple she'd met at the mall today. Bubbles, extremely sexy with her skimpy clothes and sullen, possessive behaviour and Bret who had seemed very interested in her – even more so than in the stripper on his arm, impossible as that sounded...

"Oooh..." she moaned as the rabbit slooowly slid into her warmth, caressing the walls of her tight pussy and sending all kinds of pleasurable signals to her brain. She was hotter than she'd been for a long time, but nevertheless forced herself to go slow – she was going to enjoy this, and when she finally came, it was going to be a good one!

Her left hand pinched her hard nipple and started gently pulling the rabbit back out, loving the feeling from both pussy and breast.

Though she only had an idea what they'd been doing in there, she had no trouble imagining the scene in the changing-room. Though she (and the rest of the fascinated audience, by the way) had only heard him, in the scene that played in her mind, the voluptuous Bubbles was riding Bret on the small bench, cowgirl-style. Her naked, powerful legs, honed by many a night dancing for strangers kept her riding the fat, pornstar-worthy cock, Bret was sporting in Deborah's fantasy hard. 

"Ahh...!" she gasped and cupped her boob, unconsciously comparing their smaller size to the full, bouncing melons the stripper had shown off so proudly. Deborah wasn't gay, far from it! Far, far from it, she was as straight as a ruler... but still, there was nothing wrong with admiring another woman's body. Especially not when it was as gorgeous as Bubbles'! 

"Oh God," she moaned, just like she imagined Bubbles did while doing her boss, and turned on the rabbit. While gently fucking herself with its wondrous shaft, she'd managed to get the head positioned perfectly, resting on her hard, little clit, and as soon as she turned the knob at the bottom of her favourite toy, intense pleasure shot through her body, from her insides, from her clit and from her nipple...

"Yeeesss!" she gasped and sunk into the overwhelming sensations.


---


"Nnngh! Oh, God, you're biiig!" Bubbles gasped but managed to remain calm and not pull away as her boss slowly (well, slower than he'd have liked at least, but certainly faster than a less submissive woman would have been comfortable with!) but steadily let his cock disappear into the only hole he hadn't been intimate acquired with yet. 

"Oh shit, this feels good, Bubbles," he gasped. And he'd thought her cunt was tight! He could barely move in here but it felt like her ass was milking his cock.

"That's... that's good, Boss. I... ungh! I want it to be good for you..." she gasped, forcing her asshole to relax and accept the invading tool. She was still on all fours but now Bret was up close, on his knees right behind her, holding on to her hips to steady himself (and also, it felt like to Bubbles, to keep her in her place while he took his pleasure from her). 

"Ah..." he sighed when all of his fat cock was inside the impossibly small orifice. It was something of a mystery how he'd even managed to get it in there.

"You like it, Boss? You like my... oh! My ass?" she wondered, hoping he was satisfied with her.

"Oh yeah!" he nodded and pulled out a couple of centimetres, just to let it slide back in again, trying to start the actual 'fucking' part.

"Oh! Oh!" she gasped. It hurt but the pain was starting to become more and more pleasurable, if that made any sense. 

"You're so hot, Bubbles!" Bret assured her and used the compliment as an excuse to pull further out – and faster.

"You think so?" she turned her head and looked back up at him, hoping he meant it. Why wouldn't he though? Guys usually meant what they said when using her... only to forget them afterwards. The biggest difference between Brent and the others seemed to be that he also meant them when his cock wasn't inside her.

Which made every little compliment that much more important and deeply cherished by the blonde stripper.

"Oh yeah!" he nodded and slid his cock back into the deep, dark depths of her ass, making her grunt a little in discomfort. She beamed a huge smile at his answer nevertheless. She felt a bubbling delight in her heart at him liking her, and her being able to repay him by making him feel good was nothing short of wonderful! 

What did a little pain in her ass matter, after all, as long as he was happy with her? 

"I... ngh! Oh! Ooh..." she began, interrupted by the strangely erotic pain as he once again withdrew only to thrust back in again, " I think you're... sexy too, Boss!" 

"Oh yeah?" Bret asked, not really believing her and kept feeding her his hard dick. He wasn't special, and while some probably considered him cute or whatever, he was nothing next to a sexy bombshell like Bubbles!

"Oh yeah!" she agreed and started moving her ass in rhythm with Bret's thrusts. Nothing wild or anything just a slight bounce back and forth to make it feel better for him and to show that she was enjoying it too. She was, actually, since the pain was fading rapidly as her tiny insides got used to the invading force.

"And you've... got such a... BIG COCK!" she gasped as the cock in question slid into her faster and faster as they both really got into it, "God, I love it!" 

"Yeah?" he asked, slightly out of breath. Using his grip as leverage, he started really laying into her, harder and harder. It felt sooo good! Not unlike fucking a pussy, yet so, so different that there was hardly any comparison. The slick, oily embraces of her wonderful honey pot was exchanged for the tightest sensation he'd ever felt. Her tiny asshole seemed to do its very best to milk whatever cum, she hadn't already drained from him, and he had no doubt it was gonna succeed! 

"Oh God, Bubbles...!" he gasped and, struck by sudden inspiration, slapped her firm ass.

"Oh! Boss!" she gasped, not sounding annoyed or pained at all... more impressed, in fact. Like he'd done something she really admired but she hadn't known he'd had it in him. She wiggled her ass delightfully, and he couldn't resist and slapped it again, harder this time.

"Oooh! Mhm..." she sighed.


---


"Ah! Ah! Ahhh!" Deborah gasped, thrusting the hard, vibrating shaft of her Rabbit in and out of her gushing cunt. On every in-stroke, she kept the little clit-masseuse pressed against her pleasure-centre for juuust a second, getting completely worked up at the varying stimulations. Her other hand was almost brutally mauling her tits and pinching her sensitive nipples, all in pursuit of yet another orgasm. She'd cum twice already, but (where one was usually enough to keep her lust in check for several days) she needed more! 

The image of Bubbles' big, delicious boobs kept entering her mind, and she kept responding to it! Or her tight ass in those impossibly small shorts! Sometimes, she was with Bret, but most it was just the stripper, semi-naked, that was on her mind. 

"Oh yeah," Deb gasped as a wave of electrical pleasure shot up from her clit, and suddenly she saw herself in a dark, smoke-filled tavern-like room, sitting in a small booth. Loud music was booming and everywhere sat horny, ugly old men and beautiful, skimpily-dressed women walked around and... served them.

Suddenly she came walking towards her, self-assured and with a sexy smile just for her. No words were exchanged, the beautiful Bubbles just sat astride her lap and started grinding her wonderful ass against her lap. Deborah couldn't stop herself but reached up and squeezed those majestic boobs through the thin top she was wearing.




Under New Management Ch. 05



Sunday morning, Bret was lying awake, staring up at the ceiling. Besides him, a sleeping Bubbles was drooling slightly, completely unaware of the thoughts milling around in her boss/lover's head. He knew from last night that she was completely naked, though the blanket covered her sexy body -- which made it somewhat easier for Bret to think. The 'bad' side of her face was turned upwards, showing him how her black eye ever so slowly was getting better and making her look... damaged and vulnerable.

His thoughts kept returning to last night at the club and Roxie's alluring forms. If she hadn't found a customer just at the right moment, Bret was fairly sure he'd have dragged her into one of the unoccupied 'private rooms'. Or better yet, back to his office. The thought of the sexy blonde bent over his table gave a series of familiar pulls in his groin, and he smiled wickedly at the mental image.

He decidedly ignored the questions of how he'd ask her to his office and how worried he'd be for her to turn him down -- after all, he'd been getting a fair amount of female companionship since he took over The Lucky Gent, so why not one more?

Just to make everything even more confusing, every now and then his thoughts went to Wendy, the hot waitress but he knew deep down that he'd be too afraid of a rejection to hit on her. After what CJ had told him, she was apparently not like the others at the club. It made her more interesting, but also... scary. Like, what if she just turned him down? Or laughed at him? Better to stay away than to risk the humiliation.

The problem, as he saw it, was that he felt responsible for Bubbles. He'd taken her away from her abusive bastard of an ex, and now she was more or less stuck with him. Hurt as she was, she couldn't even work at the club, so there was really nothing for her to do but to cling to Bret and please him. However, despite how wonderfully sexy and beautiful she was, she was not exactly the kind of girl Bret envisioned settling down with. And not only that, how in the world was he supposed to stay faithful to her -- no matter how effectively she drained his balls whenever he pleased -- surrounded by willing strippers at work? On the other hand, the very thought of Bubbles sleeping with another man made his insides churn with anger -- which again left him feeling like a hypocrite.

"Bret?"

He turned to her and saw her looking at him with a sleepy smile.

"Morning, Bubbles," he smiled, doing his best to hide his dark thoughts from her behind a smile.

"Morning," she said and snuggled into him, drawn to his warmth and the comfort of another being pressed against her. The result was a pair of mammoth-sized boobs pressed against his side, something he certainly didn't object to.

"You looked so... thoughtful," she said in a rather worried tone and rubbed her nipples against him, "is something wrong?"

"I dunno," he said. He couldn't quite see how he could breach the subject. For some reason 'I want to fuck other women but you have to stay faithful to me' sounded quite... chauvinistic? Like a pig? "Please tell me," Bubbles asked, swallowing nervously. Just the way he avoided her eyes told her that her worst fears had come true. He'd grown tired of her and wanted to get rid of her. She was too stupid for him and not sexy enough.

"Well," he started, "last night at the club there was this... dancer. I can't remember the name. Gina or Roxie, I think," he looked at Bubbles with a questioning expression, "perhaps you know which? Blonde, kinda tall, pretty slim but with big..." he formed his hands over his chest and she got the gist.

"There's no Gina at the club, so it was probably Roxie," she answered, not really in the mood to talk about her competition/colleagues.

"Ehm... I was... I was thinking about getting a... you know, private dance. From her," he finally managed to say, underlining the word private so she knew what he meant.

"I... see. You want her instead of me," she deducted, fear colouring her words.

"No, that's not what I meant," Bret said quietly, not knowing what else to say. It hadn't been entirely what he meant, and he certainly didn't want to replace Bubbles.

"It's just that... well, there are so many incredible women at the club," he tried to explain himself, "and it's just hard not to..."

"You know, Boss," she said and slowly peeled off the blanket, letting him see her massive tits and generously curved body in the hope of reminding him of what he'd lose if he sent her away, "I... I could help you. I know these girls... if you kept me, I'd be a great help to you." She bit her lower-lip nervously and looked down, wondering if she'd been too... aggressive. Women should be docile, after all, but she couldn't just stay quiet while the best man she'd ever known sent her away because he thought she expected him to stay faithful.

"Bubbles, that's not..." Bret began automatically, torn between studying the magnificent body being shown to him and looking at her face while talking to her, then halted himself as he caught her meaning, "wait, what do you mean 'help'?"

"Well..." she said, looking up at him -- and noticed how his eyes seemed to dart between the wonderful, round form of her breasts and her face -- "I... know them. I know what would work and what wouldn't." His eyes on her body both empowered her and made her hopeful, and taking a chance, she slipped into the role of the seductress that she knew so well and had used so many times.

"Take Roxie for example..." she started in a heavier, more breathy voice, "you like her?"

Licking his lips, he nodded; he did indeed.

"You like her big tits?" one delicate hand found her breast and she began caressing herself, putting on a little show for her boss, "you'd like to bend her over your deck and have your way with her? Make her moan and cry and cum like you do with me?" His rapt attention and the image she was painting for the both of them made her herself a little wet.

"She wouldn't mind, you know. She's not exactly a lady, is she? Not that she's a slut like some of the others, but she'd definitely want to impress her new boss. Compliment her, touch her, tell her you want her, and you can have her, easily," she told him, hoping he'd be impressed by her instructions. She noticed his hand snake its way down under his quilt and with a sly smile said: "let me do that, Boss."

His cock was already hard when she pushed his hand away and grasped its strong shaft in her small hand.

"Oh yeah..." he gasped, and she smiled. Men were so easy to handle once they were aroused, and Bret was no different. The problem with him was that she wanted to bring him off and keep him interested in her... not easy, considering how many at the club was vying for his attention.

"Now, Monique... she's a different matter. She's married and doesn't mess around," she continued and leaned further in, her warm breath caressing the side of his face, "but ever since her husband lost his job she's been going on and on about how she "needs this job". I don't think she'd be too difficult to... convince..." Bubbles said the last with a wicked, little smile, not caring that she was selling her friends down the river. To her it was quite simple: she couldn't lose Bret, and she'd do what was needed to ensure it didn't happen.

Besides, Monique had always been so uptight. She could probably use a good fuck -- whether she wanted to or not.

"Re-really?" Bret gasped, out of breath and growing more and more aroused. He still chose not to reveal that he'd already enjoyed the hot Latina's mouth in his office, though. That was probably better left for another time.

"Really," Bubbles smiled, and kept jacking him off. She loved seeing his reaction and felt that the worst was probably over -- he'd keep her at least for a while but she continued nevertheless, "Red, Jewels, French and Patricia are all sluts. Get them drunk or put a fifty down their bra, and they're yours to use for the night." With that she pulled the quilt off her lover, revealing a pair of boxers pulled down below a very hard cock -- that just happened to have her hand wrapped around it.

Without giving him time to think she swung one leg over him and, with a bit of aiming and manoeuvring, she slid his iron-hard prick into her wet-hot pussy.

"Oooh! Yaa!" she gasped as she got filled up by his most-welcome cock, and he grunted an aroused response.

"Then we have... um, God, Boss, I love your cock! Then we have... we have Christie..." Bubbles gasped, trying to continue her list while bouncing up and down on her favourite dick, "Chris-Christie's not a... Yesss! Christie's not a slut like the others but she... she likes to act like one! Mhm..."

"Oh fuck, Bubbles... so sexy," Bret gasped below her and pounded up into her, barely able to pay attention to her words.

"Oh yeeees!" she moaned and bent down to squash her sexy, big melons in his face. Bret was quick on the uptake and began licking and biting her sensitive nipples, coaxing yet another pleasurable moan from the sexy blonde.

"God, I love your tits," he managed to say in between biting one and kissing another.

"Mhm... imagine this, Boss... you bring sexy, little Christie back to your office, back to me. Then the two of us suck your BIG cock... or you fuck my tits while she licks me... or... or oh God! Or you... oh! OH! Ooohhh!" Whatever else Bubbles had meant to say was lost in the intense pleasure a series of hard thrusts from Bret gave her. He'd gripped her thighs and used her as leverage while he took his pleasure from the blonde stripper.

"God, you're hot!" he gasped, and then tried with some more dirty talk, "you're my hot, little slut, aren't you?" The always-polite, always-respectful Bret actually held his breath for a second to see how she reacted, but when Bubbles responded by throwing her head back and hissing "Yesss!" loudly, he became less worried. In truth, it felt like a new kind of high, another form of power. Gripping her sides, he turned them both over, with him coming up on top in between her well-shaped legs.

In his need for sexual release, he didn't even slow down, just continued fucking her missionary.

"I love fucking you, Bubbles!" he gasped, "you're my... my... fuck-slut!" With him hammering into her, she could only moan her agreement, freely admitting to be whatever he wanted her to, even if he wasn't the most original dirty-talker she'd ever met.

It felt... empowering. To be in control, not just over the finances or whether or they had sex, but in control of the sex itself. Hunting this new high, he grabbed her hands that had been caressing his shoulders and held them against the mattress in a display of dominance. A display that Bubbles reacted to with gasps and cries of pleasure and desire. Him holding her down and taking his pleasure from her was just the way it should be. Everyone else she'd ever been with had done the same, and a new orgasm was quickly rising in the depths of her.

"Oh God, Boss. Take me! Fuck me! Use me!" she cried, trying to explain her need to be of service to him -- in the throes of her passion.

"Yeeah!" he growled, her tight cunt doing its best to milk the cum from him. She was so hot, so sexy, so pleasing... the epitome of sexiness. And he had her. She was his. She'd even help him score with other, sexy women!

"Oh Gooood!" he grunted. It was all quickly becoming too much for the young man, but he couldn't slow down to savour the moment -- not a chance. He pushed on, his cock pounding into her welcoming pussy, making the blonde stripper cry and moan as she too neared her release.

"Fuck! I... fucking... love... fucking... you!" he gasped, each word following a hard shove into her.

"Oh please, please, please!" Bubbles begged, though it wasn't quite clear what she wanted -- not that it mattered, really. Bret was firmly set on his way to orgasm, and if she enjoyed, good for her... if not, well, he wouldn't last too long now anyway.

"Oh! Oh! OHHH!" she finally cried in extreme pleasure and arched her back, pushing her wonderful breasts up at her lover, offering them to him. Her entire body thrashed, though Bret kept a hold of her hands as he kept fucking through her almost violent orgasm.

"Yesss!" she gasped, her body overloading on pleasure as his cock kept hitting all the magical spots deep within her while his firm control over her fed her submissive desires.

That was too much for Bret. With a loud grunt he hammered his big, fat cock into her one last time and let the blissful orgasm wash over him as he sent his millions of little guys into the wonderfully receptive Bubbles.

"Oh yes, oh yes," she breathed, happy to have brought him off once again and feeling good about herself for it, "cum in me, cum in your fuck-slut." Of course he did as she asked -- at this point, he could hardly stop...

"Ah..." he sighed, his cock emptying itself inside her. He let go of her hands, though she kept them locked over her head, ready to be taken once again, and just looked down at her.

She looked relaxed and... happy with half-closed, unfocused eyes and a content little smile on her full, red lips. He didn't even notice the bruising around her eye; she was just beautiful.

He didn't even notice himself lowering his face to hers but suddenly they were kissing. Her soft lips eagerly welcomed his and parted willingly to let their tongues meet and dance. She tasted of sugar and spice and everything nice, and she felt so good.

It was hard to say when the kissing became sex, and there was no real need to anyway. This second round, however, lasted a lot longer, was a lot sweeter... and Bret didn't feel the need to hold his Bubbles down or call her a slut. Instead, his mouth stayed locked on hers and eagerly sucked down her moans and cries.

He took a good while to cum and managed to bring her off several times before, making the young man quite pleased with himself.

"You know, Bubbles," he said sometimes later. His cum was still fresh in her womb and he'd just rolled off her and lay with his arm around her.

"Yeah?" she asked, too pleased to even worry. First, he'd fucked her -- and it'd been good. But then... he'd made love to her -- and she had the most wonderful feeling inside her. Even if she would have to share him, he'd not kick her out. Not right now at least!

"I don't... I don't want to lose you. You know... if... if we... if I do as you suggested with Roxie or whoever..." he said, careful. He felt pretty confused right now but needed to make it clear.

"Boss!" she exclaimed and rolled around so she could look at him, "of course you're not gonna lose me! I'm your girl, remember?" She flashed her pearly white teeth in the most loving smile, he'd ever seen. He smiled back and nodded.

"Yeah. Yeah, of course you are. My girl," he said and hugged her to him. He really didn't think they meant the same thing by her being his girl, but for now at least, there was no need to clarify.

"Hand me the phone, would you... girl?"

---

"Oh Stace, you dirty girl!" Christie giggled happily upon seeing her friend enter the changing room of the Lucky Gent, "didn't make it home 'till very late last night, huh? Met anyone of interest?"

"You know it!" Stacey replied, grinning wickedly, "found the hottest hunk of man-meat in the club and went with him home for the best hours of his life!"

"Ooooh! Was he good?" Christie's eyes lit up at the smell of gossip in the air. She dropped the lipstick she'd been adding to her invitingly red lips and turned to watch her friend and hear her story of nightly debauchery.

"You have no idea!" Stacey grinned and sat down next to her friend, making a show of appearing nonchalant. She picked up a brush and started on her already perfect hair.

"Was he...?" Christie asked and held up her hands about 20 centimetres from each other, indicating a well-sized dick.

"You have no idea!" Stacey replied again, this time with a meaningful wink. At least, this time she wasn't lying. Whatever his name was (John? Claus? She really couldn't remember) Mr Useless has been hung.

"You SLUT!" Christie giggled admiringly and was about to ask more when Stacey looked around.

"So, ehm... where's the boss?" she wondered, this time not managing to come across as nonchalant.

"Oh, don't worry," Christie assured her friend, thinking that Stacey was afraid to be overheard. After all, she'd had a little something something with the bossman and probably didn't want to get busted, "Tina said he won't be in today."

"WHAT?" Stacey exclaimed, "I spend the night with the most useless dick on the planet, and he... he decides to stay fucking home?!"

"Most useless? What happened to..." once again Christie held up her hands, this time with a mocking grin instead of an admiring one.

"Oh, grow up, Chris!" Stacey snarled, stood up and left the changing-room with long, angry steps, so unlike her usual, swaying gait.

Stacey was furious. Bret was staying home, and it didn't take a lot of brain to figure out what -- or who! -- was keeping him there. That stupid little cunt Bubbles!

Stacey didn't for a moment stop to question why it was so important for her to 'get' Bret. She just knew that they'd slept together (twice!), and then he took that worthless little bitch home. He hadn't even considered bringing her, Stacey, home! As her main competition as the 'hottest' of the girls at the club, Bubbles had always been a thorn in her side.

'Bubbles is so hot, Bubbles is so cute. Oh, Bubbles' show with the soap-bubbles is so beautiful. Oh no, Bubbles' loser-boyfriend beat her up again, let's all pay attention to the stupid cunt.'

Since Stacey knew that she herself was far prettier, sexier and a way better dancer, this all made her gag. And now she'd even gotten her claws in Bret. THAT was really the last straw! It didn't matter that Bret was a guy she'd pay absolutely no attention under normal circumstances: she wanted him, and the bimbo had stolen him.

She'd been overbearing with the simpleton for long enough. It was time to put her in her place...

---

A couple of hours after Stacey started planning her revenge, Tina paused the little TV-monitor showing the security-footage from the day before and sighed deeply. This was not what she needed right now. On the other hand, the problem had to be dealt with, and sooner rather than later. She picked up the phone and speed-dialled her new boss.

"Bret here," the voice answered pretty quickly.

"Hey Boss, this is Tina."

"What's up?" he wondered

"We have a problem," she told him. For some reason, it was quite difficult to breach this situation with her young employer. If it'd been Tom, she'd have known exactly how to handle it, but Bret was something of a wild card. She hoped he'd take the hard line though -- just like Tom had.

"What kind of proBLEM!" Bret asked, almost shouting out the last syllable.

"Boss? You okay?" Tina asked. It sounded like he'd fallen of stubbed his toe or something.

"I'm... mhm... I'm fine!" he all but gasped.

"Okay... anyway, I was looking at-" she continued, when Bret cut her off.

"Oh God!" he gasped into the speaker. Only it didn't sound like he was in pain this time. In fact, it sounded like he was becoming very, very happy.

"You're sure you're okay, Boss?" she asked in a teasing tone. Despite the call's gravity, she found it extremely amusing.

"Yeah, yeah!" Bret answered quickly but she could easily hear his heavy breathing.

"If you say so," she smiled, "anyway, there's something on the security-tapes from last night you'd better see. I know you wanted the day off but..."

"Yeah, yeah. I'll... I'll be right there," Bret agreed, obviously in a hurry to get off the phone.

"Oh, no need to hurry. You sound... busy. Maybe you ought to finish up first. Say, in fifteen minutes...?" Tina continued her teasing, hoping her boss could take a jest. She was feeling oddly light-headed and considered calling Trish in to... discuss some business. It would be fair, wouldn't it, if they were both... busy. And it would be fun as hell!




Under New Management Ch. 05



"Yeah, sure. See you then," Bret finished the conversation, pushed the disconnect-button on his cellphone, threw it on the empty seat next to him on the couch and looked down at the blonde between his legs, her eyes smiling mischievously up at him... and her wonderful lips wrapped around his hard dick.

"You really ARE a little slut!" he gasped and put both his hands on top of her head, pushing her down. Without offering any sign of resistance, but managing to flash him a quick, cock-filled smiled before, she let him guide her head down, swallowing the delightfully hard piece of meat. The idea to blow him while he was on the phone had been so perfectly naughty that she just couldn't resist. She had to keep him interested, after all, had to keep reminding him what he had in her -- and what he would lose if he kicked her out. A semi-exhibionistic blowjob had to be something new and exciting for anyone, right? And he certainly didn't seem to mind!

"Oh God, Bubbles," he groaned above her as she gently massaged the sensitive head with her throat-muscles, making strange gag-noises that seemed incredibly sexy to Bret. Most things he'd only seen in porns and assumed he'd never experience himself were actually very sexy to him, and a noisy, dirty blowjob had always been high on that list... especially if the blower was of pornstar quality, both in skill and looks.

"Oh fuck, Bubbles, suck my cock. Suck it! Fuck!" he gasped and thrust his groin upwards while holding her head still with his hands, trying to get as much enjoyment as possible from the blonde stripper's skilled mouth -- just like in some of the rough pornflicks, he'd been secretly attracted to for some time.

As always, Bubbles obeyed, sucking to the best of her abilities, despite the growing discomfort and the raising panic due to lack of oxygen. Her throat milked his cock and her tongue rubbed the soft underbelly of the monster that had invaded her mouth, but even a girl as submissive as Bubbles had certain basic survival-instincts, and soon she was trying to pull herself off the giant piece of meat filling her mouth. Though Bret was enjoying the hell out of it, he was not as big a bastard as his idols from the porn, so he didn't try to stop her, when she pulled his cock from her mouth, gasping for air. She instantly wrapped her hand around it and started jacking him off, while she regained some measure of composure.

Looking down at her, Bret felt a strange mix of guilt, pride and arousal. The beautiful woman was a mess of drool and tears, her face was red and she was trying desperately to catch some air. He felt bad for her, and he felt empowered by knowing that she was looking like this to please him.

"You're so hot," he said and meant it. To him, the mess he'd created was a proof of her devotion, and she looked just like a pornstar who'd sucked too much cock.

"Than-thank you, Boss," she said. Her submissive mindset didn't allow her to call him by his firstname when she was on her knees, sucking his cock. Now he was her boss whom she had to please.

A few mouthfuls of air more, and she once again closed her lips around him, forming a near-perfect O bobbing her head up and down the fat width of him. Until he directed otherwise, she'd go a little slower now, trying to prolong the experience for him, though, of course, he was in charge. If he wanted to fuck the living hell out of her mouth, that was his prerogative. The Lord knows, it wasn't the first time someone had done that to her.

"Ahh..." he moaned above her, not at all minding her taking charge of his pleasure for the moment. Power was cool but he'd already demonstrated who was boss. Now she could do her best for a while...

Hand, mouth, tongue and lips all worked together to give him the best blowjob possible. Her hand stroked him in time with her face bobbing up and down, her tongue swirled around touching and teasing him everywhere at once, and she soon had him twisting and groaning in desire.

"Oh fuuuck, Bubbles!" he gasped and once again grabbed her head to push her down around his cock. As her lips quickly engulfed more and more of his hard tool, she suddenly felt it jerk, and something warm hit the back of her throat, while he gave a loud grunt above her. Dutifully swallowing everything, she made sure his cock was cleaned extensively as she slowly withdrew it once more. She focused especially on the head where her tongue made sure that every crevice was spotless before she pulled the rapidly shrinking Mr. Happy out of her mouth. She looked up at Bret, hoping that he was pleased. He looked back at her with barely-focused eyes, looking completely drained. Then he gave her a tired little smile and patted her, somewhat condescendingly, perhaps, on her blonde head.

Bubbles smiled widely at him, proud that she'd pleased him once again and happy to be of use. The spur of the moment idea she'd had when he picked up the phone had worked perfectly, and no-one was going to be punished for it.

She'd done good.

---

Around the same time Bret fed Bubbles a dose of sperm, Trish knocked on Tina's door.

"You called for me?" the black stripper asked, looking at her lover sitting behind her desk, typing on her laptop.

"Yeah, I have a job for you..." Tina nodded, "come on in."

Trish stepped into the office where she'd spent a lot of time on her knees or bent over the desk and smiled a bit wistfully. Since Bret had caught them, there'd probably be a lot less of that...

Obviously, Trish had been doing her make-up when Tina called her. Her lips were dark-red, the kind that seemed to yearn for kisses, and one of her eyes was surrounded by dark-blue eye-shadow, whereas the other was only her natural beauty. She was wearing a dark-blue top that only just barely managed to contain her big, fake tits and left her slim midriff bare, showing off the gold-ring she wore in her navel. Her jeans were tight and old, hardly the kind she could wear on stage though.

"What job, Tina?" the black girl asked, looking slightly confused, "I'm due on stage in..." she looked at her watch, "25 minutes."

"I know that but it won't take long. See, my pussy is so lonely and really needs your attention," Tina smiled and rolled her office chair backwards, letting her young lover see the fact that she had hiked her grey skirt up around her thighs and taken off her panties, giving Trish a clear view of the red curls that covered her moist pussy.

Feeling a wet surge between her legs, Trish licked her lips and started towards the manager but stopped and said: "Didn't you promise Mr. Jensen we'd stop that...?"

"I only promised we wouldn't do it during work-hours. I intent to keep working while you do what you do best, and you don't start working for another... 24 minutes. So stop stalling and get to it!"

"Yes, Miss Black," Trish answered dutifully, smiling seductively, and crawled down between her white lover's legs.

"Mhm..." Tina sighed as she felt the hot breath between her thighs and scooted down a little further in her chair and spread her legs a little more, giving the stripper better access.

She reached for the laptop and pulled it a bit closer.

"Ahh..." She moaned as Trish's little pink tongue started licking her plump labia, up and down alongside her pussy. Ooh, the little slut knew how to tease!

She turned her attention to the laptop, doing her best to focus...

Down below the table, Trish had found a decent position. All in all, it wasn't easy for the tall stripper to sit comfortable and reach up between the powerful white thighs of her Irish lover, but practice makes perfect, and Trish had been down here a lot of times!

Inhaling the scent of her superior, it wasn't hard to tell that Tina was really aroused though, of course, Trish had no way of knowing the reason. Not that it mattered; Trish was happy being of service, no matter the cause. Something about the uncomfortable position, the humiliation of being put down under the table to service her white mistress sexually was enough to make her pussy overflow with desire.

Ever so slowly, she licked up and down Tina's pink little flower, making sure not to touch the innermost petals save with her breath that was getting faster and more irregular as she herself got turned on. The curly, red hair teased and tickled her face in a way she'd grow to enjoy.

She loved teasing her mistress when she could get away with, loved pushing the boundaries of what Tina would let her little sub do. It didn't take long before she got the anticipated reaction.

"You know," Tina panted testily, arousal and frustration clear in her voice, "I'm working on next month's schedule. Unless you want all the graveyard-shifts, I suggest you get busy!"

"At once, Miss Black," Trish answered, barely succeeding in keeping the laughter at bay and plunged her tongue deep into the eagerly awaiting pussy.

"Ah!" Tina gasped, "yeeeees! That's... that's my girl!" She reached down and patted the mop of black hair between her legs -- and, made sure to add a bit of pressure, to discourage any silly notions the girl might get about pulling off of her again.  

When she felt Trish's lips close around her clit and suck it into her mouth, she let go again and refocused her attention on the laptop. Did she want Bubbles or Stacey as the main-attraction Saturday nights? They were hands down the two most popular girls, and having them both on on the same night would be overkill. But if Stacey felt she was given a backseat to Bubbles, there'd be hell to pay, and Tina didn't want to open that can of worms unless she had to. On the other hand, Bret seemed to have taken a special interest in the vulnerable girl, and might not look too kindly on her being overshadowed by Stacey. She was caught between a rock and a hard place, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to even think with Trish playing with her pussy. God, that girl knew what she was doing!

"Ahh... fuck!" she hissed and just wrote STACEY in the empty spot. RED followed and then MONIQUE, LIA and FRENCH. Actually working, while her little slut was under the table, licking her was an incredible feeling, and she knew she wouldn't last much longer. Her clit was positively under attack and pleasure was coursing through her veins.

"Oooh..." she sighed and found a nipple though her suit, squeezing it, adding to the growing orgasm. With only one had left on the laptop, and her mind completely focused on getting off, it would be hard to argue for this as working, if Bret were to come by. Forgetting all pretence, she pushed her chair a bit backwards, grabbed Trish's head with both hands, forcing it further up between her meaty thighs.

"Get me off, you little black slut!" she hissed, and forced her lover's face against her pussy -- where the pink little tongue was busy doing just that. A quick series of attacks on her clit, coupled with the power-rush quickly brought her off.

"Nggnh!" she gasped," yessss! Fuuuck!" She longed to scream her orgasm out, to let everyone know how good Trish was at eating pussy, but she had to hold back and stay quiet. It wouldn't do to let everyone know -- not after the deal she struck with Bret. The little cunts out there loved to gossip, and it was bad enough that she'd called Trish to her office...

"Fuck, I love your tongue!" she panted, as the little slut kept licking her, kept the pleasure-levels high, "gimme more...!"

Smiling wickedly, Trish obeyed. There were few things as erotic as bringing Miss Black off -- and she was just so good at it!

"Mhm... yeah..." Tina sighed and loosened her grip of the black hair a bit, making it more or a caress than a hold, "gooood girl..." The orgasm was withdrawing again, leaving her spent and mellow for the moment.

Slowly, Trish eased off until she was basically just cleaning the excessive amounts of juices Tina had released during the orgasm.

"Ahh, wonderful... Now, get up," the redhead muttered finally, and with an eager smile, Trish gracefully got up from the floor. She stood between her lover's spread legs, looking anticipating down at her, hoping for her turn. Quid pro quo, after all... hopefully.

"Bend over the table," Tina ordered, already leaving any kind of mellowness behind and becoming the devious mistress that Trish loved and obeyed.

"Oooh... Yes, Miss Black," she said, biting her lower lip in a show of hopeful excitement, turned around and wiggled out of her tight jeans. Showing off her wonderful, round, black booty, she gingerly bent over the table, waiting.

"Oh my, yes," Tina muttered, looking down at the splendours in front of her. Despite being quite slim, Trish couldn't run from the stereotypical 'junk in the trunk' of black women. It was perfectly round and would have filled her panties out nicely -- if she'd been wearing any. Reaching out and rubbing the soft ass, the sight of her white skin against Trish's black gave her a not-so-secret thrill. For some reason, their interracial romance was extremely arousing.

Her hand ran down the soft globes, in between the legs that immediately spread, giving it access to the dark mysteries.

"Are you a little black cunt?" Tina asked when one of her fingers easily slipped up into the well-greased pussy.

"Oh God yes!" Trish gasped, trying to stay quiet but failing miserably. Unlike Tina, she wasn't good as keeping her excitement to herself.

"Quiet cunt!" Tina hissed sternly and slapped her ass.

"Yes, Miss Black," Trish answered obediently and fought the reaction to rub her stinging asscheek.

"Now," Tina continued, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened," are you a little black cunt?!" Another finger was added and Trish gasped loudly as the fingers rubbed against her tight channel.

"Yes, Miss Black," she sighed, keeping her voice lower this time.

"What are you then?" Tina demanded, thrusting her fingers in and out, making her lover whimper in desire.

"A little black cunt, Miss Black!" she moaned, fighting to keep from screaming it. Sex at the office was always so hot! Especially now that Mr. Jensen had forbidden it!

"What are you?" Tina demanded again, her fingers sawing in and out of the wet hole.

"A little black cunt!" Trish gasped, raising her ass in time with Tina's thrusts, trying to get maximum excitement.

"Again!" Tina added a third finger, making Trish cry out.

"A black cunt, I'm a fucking little black cunt! I'm your little black cunt!" Trish all but screamed into the palm of her hand, making the words somewhat muffled, though still discernable -- and hopefully quiet enough to go unnoticed.

"Does my little black cunt want to cum? Does she? Does she?" Tina asked, teasingly while she fucked the hell out of the stripper.

"Yes! Oh, God yes, let your little black cunt cum! Please!" Trish begged, so, so close! Oh, if just Miss Black kept it up for a little while, oh she was gonna fucking explode!

"Well, you aren't gonna!" Tina said, smiling diabolically and pulling out of Trish's gaping pussy with a little, wet 'slash!'

"Wha-what?" Trish looked over her shoulder, a wild, disbelieving expression in her eyes.

"Not now. I want you out there," Tina nodded towards the door, "shaking your little ass and big tits, rubbing against the pole, horny as fuck. I want you good and ready for tonight..."

"I... Miss Black, please!" she begged, as she understood Tina wasn't kidding. Oh, this was just too much!

"Nope, and don't go sneaking into the backroom and jill off either! You know, I'll know!" Tina said with in a stern voice, "now get your pants back on and go make us some money."

Blinking rapidly, as if waking up, Trish nodded, and picked her pants up. She couldn't believe how mean Tina was -- or how incredible wet and excited it made her! God!

"You're the worst, you know," she said with a little smile as she opened the door.

"I know. But you'll thank me tonight," Tina smiled.

"It better be worth it. I'm fucking soaked!" she said as she walked out.

"It will be!" Tina shouted, just as Trish shut the door behind her. God, she loved that girl...

---

"So, what is the problem?" Bret asked about ten minutes later as Tina was fiddling with the TV in her office. If he noticed that all the windows were wide-open, he didn't comment on her need to air out her office.

"You'll see, you'll see," she assured him and pressed the play-button, "this is the security-tape from yesterday."

"There are cams in the changing-room?" Bret asked, immediately recognizing the room.

"Oh yeah, there are cameras in almost every room in the building," Tina nodded, "Old Tom was very security-minded."

"Even... even my office?" Bret wondered, growing nervous. After all, there had been some fairly non-business activities going on there.

"Don't worry," she replied, "the offices' don't turn on until after we leave."

"Ah, good. So whose job is it to look through hours of footage with half-naked strippers? Sounds pretty cosy to me..." Bret said.

"Jan Jameson. Don't worry though, he's gay, so he doesn't get overly excited over it. I think he gets fashion tips for his boyfriend, but aside from that..."

"Hah!" Bret grinned and turned his attention to the TV where a dark-haired girl, dressed in a thin, tight halter-top and daisy-dukes entered the otherwise empty changing-room.

"Here it comes," Tina said.

"Isn't that... Alia?" Bret asked, finding the name in his memory that had been overloaded with sexy women the last days.

"Yeah..."

The girl on the screen looked around with a stolen expression to assure herself that she was all alone. Then, quickly, she poured something on a little mirror, bent over it, inhaled and stood up again. Her guilty expression quickly got replaced by a much more lively one, and she shook her head and went back out, a new confidence in her steps.

"So, I assume that was... something illegal?" Bret thought out loud and looked at Tina, sitting next to him, watching him with a careful expression.

"Yeah. Probably coke. It's not uncommon in clubs such as ours," she answered, carefully masking any feelings.

"And you called me in here because... it's uncommon in our?" he asked, hiding the disgust he felt. He'd always been the good guy, always stayed away from drugs... and, until recently, loose women and alcohol as well.

"Yeah, Tom ran a very tight ship. No drugs, no warning or anything. They just got kicked out. It's one of the things that's kept us off the police-radar. We keep the place drug-free and they pretend there's nothing funny going on in the private rooms," Tina explained, "so I guess it's up to you now. We can give her a warning -- which'll probably mean she'll hide it better next time, so Jan might miss it, or we can get rid of her, here and now."

Bret had never had to fire anyone. Yet, it seemed like the only thing to do here -- if he trusted Tina's assessment of the situation. And why shouldn't he?

"Then get rid of her," he finally declared, "I'm not gonna besmudge Tom's memory by turning his club into a haven for drug-abusers. We've got enough sin as it is," he added with a grin.

"Agreed!" Tina laughed, relieved. If it'd been Tom, she'd just have shown him the tape, and Alia the druggie would be gone, but she'd been worried Bret wouldn't have the stones to cut her loose.

"Anything else?" Bret asked, and when she shook her head, he shrugged, "might as well have a look at the newest bank's risk-estimate while I'm here, then. Seems they wanna raise the interest-rate on the mortgage, due to some 'new and unforeseen risks'."

"You do that," Tina nodded, quite pleased with Tom's heir. A lot of guys would have just kicked back and enjoyed the long line of beautiful, eager-to-please women here at the club, but this one was a real work-horse. Tom had certainly been no-one's fool.

"Oh! I guess we'll be hiring now?" Bret asked as he reached the door.




Under New Management Ch. 05



"Yeah, guess so. Alia had a fair amount of shifts that'll need covering. And with Bubbles still out of commission... I'll spread the word," Tina said.

"Should be... interesting. Hiring a new one, I mean," Bret said with a grin.

"I take it you wanna participate in the... auditions?" Tina said, raising an eyebrow and answering Bret's grin with her own.

"It's like you read my mind..." he laughed and walked out the door. He felt good, relaxed, invincible. He had a sexy woman at home who was hellbent on servicing his every desire, including helping him seduce her friends and colleagues, he was fairly certain he'd gained Tina's respect and he was sure he'd solved the little crisis like Uncle Tom would have wanted him to. Now he just had to have a look at the finances and then perhaps have a look at some of the... talents, his club boasted.

Cheers, Uncle Tom, he thought once again, sending a fond thought to his deceased uncle.

---

"Oppan Gangnam-style!" the speakers shouted as Bret opened the door and stepped into the main-area of his club (his club!), and despite hardly being a fan, he found himself nodding in time to the fast, Korean beat. Up on the stage, an Asian girl was jumping around in her insanely high heels, hands crossed at the wrists, doing that inane dance that Psy had made so popular these days, her tits bouncing wildly in time with the beat. She was clearly nearing the end of her routine, as she was only wearing a thong and stockings. The rest of her clothes were littering the stage where she'd thrown it during the dance.

Around the stage, men were eagerly holding up bills, very keen on paying the Asian beauty for the privilege of a quick feel of her lithe body.

As was becoming his habit, he stood a bit by the door and looked at his club, feeling a surge of pride. It was Sunday, hardly the busiest day at any club and the Lucky Gent was no exception, but still there were quite a few patrons, and the girls working had little troubles finding customers.

He saw the cute little Red dancing for a group of well-dressed, young men that he guessed was a bachelor-party -- or possibly it was a birthday-boy, enjoying her charms. His hand was around her thigh as she was dancing on her knees facing towards him, her legs on each side of his. Her firm, smallish breasts rubbed against his face every now and then, and he shuddered in excitement whenever that happened.

Studying the sexy redhead and her graceful dance, a sexy blonde suddenly entered his view. Lia, looking hotter than ever in a flimsy, pink top and a ridiculous short shirt that didn't even hide her well-formed thighs or pink panties, led a fat, unattractive, balding man by his hand towards one of the rooms marked PRIVATE. He said something that Bret couldn't hear -- he was simply too far away -- and she giggled flatteringly at him, touching her well-formed ass. Clearly, the disgusting man had complimented her on her wonderfully rounded behind, and like a little slut she'd enjoyed it.

Suddenly filled with an impotent rage, Bret turned away from the loving couple and walked to the bar, where CJ quickly gave him a sweet, hard-hitting drink to drown his anger. He had no idea why the sight of her infuriated him so. After all, he had Bubbles and an entire club full of beauties to hit on, but she still made his blood boil. The betrayal of seeing her drag yet another man in for a good time, combined with flashes of her smug face when she'd 'confessed' to it in his office days ago made him drain the drink way too quickly, and he was on his second when Lil' Stacey saw fit to stop by.

"Heya Bossman!" the blonde greeted him and sat down next to him, "how's it going?"

"Hey Stacey," he said, casting a quick glance at her impressive tits. She was wearing a low-cut top that gave her a noticeable cleavage, and not even Bubbles or Lia's sluttiness could drain Bret enough to make him not look at the mysterious depths. He didn't really know what else to say. The blonde was extremely hot, at least as attractive as Bubbles, and she didn't have that submissive, puppy-dog personality that made Bubbles easy to talk to. Stacey was hot and self-confident -- the kind of woman that had been his bane all his life.

"I was just wondering..." she said, easily noticing where Bret's eyes were focused and leaned in a little further to give him a better view, "Bubbles... how's she doing?"

"Oh. Oh!" Bret's eyes flew up to Stacey's face, feeling bad about staring at her lush tits when she was thinking about his hurt... well, girlfriend or whatever she was, "well, she's... she's better."

"That's so good!" Stacey said, and, despite her limited acting-talents, Bret ate up her phony relief, "so are you two..." the big-titted blonde leaned further and added conspiratorially, "you know...?"

"Ehm..." why was she asking that!? What was the right answer!? "yes... yeah, we are." In the end, he went for prideful truth. Maybe she was up for another threesome? The thought of Bubbles and Stacey in the same bed, gave him an almost instant hardon... well, okay, it had been growing since he sat down, but that thought certainly lit a fire in it!

"Oh, good. That's good. You're just what she needs, the poor thing," Stacey voice was dripping with fake concern, "as long as you've got enough condoms, am I right?" she winked, "and the penicillin should make her good as new soon enough, anyway. As long as she didn't pick up something new from that freak of an ex..."

"What?"

Stacey blinked twice, looking at Bret as if she didn't understand. Then suddenly, realization dawned on her.

"Oh God, she didn't tell you? The clap! She didn't tell you about that?!"

"What!?!"

"Oh no! Tell me you used protection! You didn't bed a slut like her without covering up, did you?" Stacey had to fight the smile that threatened to ruin her entire performance.

"She has... has gonorrhoea?" Bret asked, fear and anger clearly shown in his eyes.

"Everyone says so. I guess we figured she'd tell you..." Stacey shrugged, stretching the truth quite a bit. Sure, everyone had heard the rumour of Bubbles' STDs but then again, most girls at the club had had that mark of shame branded on them at one point or the other. So many women working together in a competitive, image-based industry was simply bound to spread rumours. Then again, the rumours about Bubbles' health were quite recent, and Stacey had spent the last hours reviving it. It was better if she wasn't the only one who had heard it. After all, she didn't want Bret's wrath coming down on her.

"Yeah, I guess so," Bret said, downing his drink. It hit him harder than he expected, but he didn't care. Everything was just wrong! Why didn't Bubbles tell him? Why had she let him fuck her without a rubber? Instantly, he knew why. Because he wanted to, and Bubbles would never tell him no. Fuck!

"Fuck this, I'm going home," he said, staggering out of the club, with Stacey's dark eyes and evil smile following him. A drunk, angry and hurt man was a power to be reckoned with, and Bubbles would be hard pressed to convince him of the truth. Especially if she did as Stacey knew she always did: rolling over and taking her punishment with no questions asked...

Fun as it had been, though, this was only a short-term plan. They'd probably work it out in the end, but it would give Stacey some time... and until then, Bubbles could have a taste of pain!

She deserved it, the man-stealing harlot.

---

Bret drove home, way too drunk to drive and way too drunk to care. What he didn't know -- and had no way of knowing, really -- was that he drove by a very nervous Deborah Meyer who was on her third nightly driveby. Telling herself, she needed to 'get some air', she was really gathering the courage needed to enter the den of lust that had become the focal point of all her fantasies since the day she met Bret and Bubbles at the mall.

Reaching his home, he staggered up the stairs to his apartment and tore the door open. The alcohol fuelled his anger and fear, making the usually calm and quiet Bret unrecognizable.

"Bubbles!" he shouted as he shut the door behind him, "Bubbles!"

"Yes! Boss, I'm here, I'm coming!" she shouted from the living-room and came running into the hallway. She was wearing a tight, pink shirt, short white skirt and nothing else, but for once Bret wasn't interested in her body at all. In fact, she seemed repulsive, as if crawling with diseases.

"Why didn't you tell me?!" he accused, "God, you're... you're just...! Argh!"

"I'm sorry, Boss, I'm SO sorry!" she gasped, seemingly shrinking in size before him, becoming a scared, little girl, "Please, don't hurt me! Please!" Instinctively, she held her arms up in front of her face to protect herself.

"No, really. It's sickening! What were you thinking? That I wouldn't find out? That you could 'explain' when it starts burning when I take a fucking piss?!" Bret shouted and took a step forwards, his hands balled into fists. Not that he intended violence, he was just furious, and his body language expressed that. Bubbles, her vast experience taken into consideration, read it differently, though. She wasn't even paying attention to his words anymore -- all she knew what that she'd done wrong and a beating was imminent. Now she could only hope to minimize the damages by trying to calm him down and protect her face.

"Please, don't hurt me, please, don't hurt me, please, don't hurt me," she begged, sliding down on her knees, trying to appear small and non-threatening. She hid her face in her hands -- one black eye was enough -- and hoped and prayed it would be over soon. Since she hadn't seen Bret angry yet, she had no idea what to expect; hopefully, he'd be like Kurt and just smack her around before fucking her, often quite violently. But afterwards, when he'd cum and she'd shown him how little and powerless she was compared to him, he always calmed down and everything was forgotten. Well, except for the bruises and scars.

Johnny, though, a guy she'd been with a couple of years ago had had an excessively painful system of reminding her of not pissing him off -- usually tying her down and beating her over the course of days.

Not even an alcohol-induced haze could withstand a beautiful woman kneeling, sobbing and begging not to be hurt, and that she thought he would was like a bucket of cold water to Bret's face.

"I won't hurt you," he said in a calmer voice and knelt down next to her, but making sure not to touch her, "but tomorrow we're both going to the clinic to get tested." Standing up again, he staggered to the linen-closet, leaving a crying and confused Bubbles behind and found a blanket for himself, "and I'll be sleeping on the couch tonight. I know they say it doesn't spread like that but I'm not taking any risks, even if you don't care!" The last was said with an uncharacteristically sneer.

"I don't... I don't..." Bubbles tried to object but her words went unheard. In the end, she gathered herself up and went to watch Bret make his bed on the couch. She was reminded of the first night she was here, but the disgusted way Bret had acted, she really didn't think a blowjob would solve this crisis. Fighting a rising sense of panic, she withdrew to the bedroom, defeated and confused. If she at least knew what she'd done wrong... Everything had been so great during the day, and she'd been waiting for Bret to come home to more romantic fun. She'd even considered cooking but in the end had decided against it -- she'd been pretty sure her complete lack of skills in the kitchen would have killed the mood fairly quickly. Not that it was distressing for her to go to bed hungry -- she'd been eating far too well since she went home with Bret.

In the livingroom, Bret's righteous fury was giving way for bad conscience and a dump pain in his stomach. He'd made Bubbles cry -- in her eyes, he probably wasn't any better than Kurt. But she'd been hiding a serious disease from him! It was just sickening! Sickening!

If Stacey could have seen the result of her plot, she'd have smiled, as she shook her well-shaped ass invitingly and accepted the groping hands of strangers as they put dollar-bills down her stockings at the stage of the Lucky Gent.

END PART V

Again, my apologies for the delayed updates. In addition to the birth of my son, I've also started a new and taxing job. Unfortunately, this means that writing has taken a back-seat in my life.

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Under New Management



"Oh God, oh God, oh God!" Bret cried as his entire world got turned into nothing but lust and arousal... and a losing battle to hold the biggest orgasm of his life back.

"Oh shit! Oh, it's good! It's... Ahhh!" he grunted, and Lia felt how his cock jerked. Suddenly her mouth was filled with a warm, salty liquid, and she knew she'd once again earned her keep.

She looked up at him, and for some reason he noticed how big and beautiful her blue eyes were. Strange how he hadn't noticed that before... and then he saw her throat-muscles working. She was swallowing his load! Oh, shit, so hot!

"Wow..." he gasped, as she slowly extracted her head off his lap, leaving his cock wet and spent, and oh, so happy.

"Worth the money?" she asked with a naughty little wink as she slowly got up from her kneeling position.

"Every penny!" he happily agreed, "you're quite... something!"

"Thanks. Remember that the next time you're here, won't you cutie? I like you," she smiled at him, warmly. She meant it, and not just because she'd just earned a hundred dollars for two minutes work -- there was something cute and honest about him. Something that didn't quite belonged in a strip-club.

"Oh, I will!" he declared, and together they went out of the VIP-room, her still in her sexy walk but him in a far more relaxed gait. Like being with a woman for the first time ever had instilled him with a new kind of confidence... or perhaps just because he wasn't on edge anymore, with his lust being slated for the time being. Either way, both Lia and Markus noticed the not-so-subtle change in him, as he threw himself down on the small couch next to his lawyer. Lia gave him a last smile and walked away, looking for more business.

"Oh, Wendy!" Bret called for the waitress who stood at the bar, and she hurried to him, while Markus stared at the far-more-confident post-blow-job Bret. His demure attitude seemed to have vanished, at least for now, and Markus had to admit he preferred this young man by far!

"A glass of Long Island iced tea, please," he ordered, before turning to Markus: "I really can't stand the taste of scotch you know!"

"Certainly, sir!" Wendy all but laughed and hurried away.

"So, son," Markus said, fighting to hide his smile, "liked the private dance, didya?"

Bret didn't even answer; he just smiled a dream-like smile at him, making Markus laugh out loud.

"Good for you, son! Good for you!" They shared a laugh before returning their attention to the stage where a tall, slim black woman was dancing, shaking the biggest tits Bret had ever seen -- they beat Lia's hands down, at least in sheer size. She was wearing a white shirt that was teasingly slowly coming off, much to the enjoyment of the crowd.

Soon after, Wendy returned with his order. As Bret paid, he handed her an extra twenty dollar-note.

"Thanks for the tip," he winked. She took it and winked back at him.

"Anytime, sir."

Sitting with his sweet drink, watching a hot woman taking her clothes off and remembering the unbelievable sensations, Lia had introduced him to, one thought entered his mind: A man could get used to this... He'd never before thought of himself as a man. Maybe he was growing up?

---

Two hours later Markus supported Bret as they both stumbled out of the club and into the waiting cab. Bret's wallet was completely empty, and he was drunk out of his skull, having had far too many glasses of alcoholic 'Iced Tea' and gotten several dances from the sexy dancers... regular dances that is, no more special ones for the night.

"So, Bret," Markus said as they were on their way to his apartment, "have you decided what to do with the club?"

"I'ma keep it!" Bret declared, voice slurred, though he knew that his dad would go ballistic. Old man Frank had never approved of his brother having a strip-club, and he wouldn't be pleased at all with his youngest son taking it over instead of continuing in the prestigious insurance-company where he worked now. In fact, he'd be downright pissed!

"Hah! I knew it!" Markus said, "Tom woulda been pleased!"

Bret nodded happily, and fell asleep up against the car-window.

---

The next day, Saturday, Bret spent in his bed with a bucket next to him. Not a pleasant day, not at all, and the only constructive thing he got done all day was arranging with Markus to visit the Happy Gent two days later.

---

"Sorry, sirs, but the club doesn't open for another two hours," the large bouncer said in his low, slow voice, when the two of them arrived at the entrance once again.

"Well, my name is Harold Markus, attorney, and I and my associate Bret Jensen here have an appointment with..." Markus had to open his little notebook here and read the name of the woman who'd taken over the management-tasks since Tom's death, "Tina Black."

The large bouncer who appeared as broad as he was tall looked down at the two suit-wearing men. Lots of suits came to the club, though usually only after opening. Better check though... He picked up his phone, talked for a few minutes, and then hung up.

"Please come inside," he said respectfully and opened the door for them, "Tina's on her way. Apologies, but sometimes people want to go in and watch the girls prepare for the night."

"No worries," Bret said and they went inside and saw a short, plump redheaded woman head towards them. She smiled pleasantly at them and shook their hands before leading them into her office.

"So," she said as she sat down behind her desk," I assume this is about the new ownership of the Happy Gent?"

"Yes. Bret here is Tom's sole heir for his estate and the club," Markus said and opened his briefcase, handing over a copy of the will as well as a copy of the new deed on the club, with Bret's name.

Tina scanned the documents but had no reason for doubt. She knew Markus and knew he'd been Tom's attorney. She put the papers aside with a small, accepting nod and looked at Bret, her new boss.

"So, Mr. Jensen, if I may be so bold as to ask... what are your intentions?"

"Please call me Bret," he began, "and I intend to carry on my uncle's work. It... seems like the right thing to do," he shrugged, "considering he left it for me."

Tina nodded, somewhat relieved. She'd been worried the new owner would sell -- one could never know if she'd still have a job should that happen. She really liked her job and wouldn't want to lose it...

They began discussing business-details, and once Markus was sure that they got along well enough, he took his leave, letting the new owner alone with his property and employees.

"So, Bret," Tina said once the lawyer was gone, "let's be honest with each other. You said it was the right thing to do... keeping the place. Where did the fact that you'd take over management of 26 sexy, vulnerable strippers, at least half of them desperate to keep the job enter into the equation?" She looked hard at Bret who became a bit uncomfortable under her scrutiny.

"I... dunno. It wasn't a disadvantage, I'll admit but it wasn't the sole reason either..." he said, and Tina nodded slowly and a small smile entered her lips.

"Why? I mean, why do you wanna know?" he demanded.

"Just wanted to make sure we understood each other. And I can help. I know who are desperate, who are slutty and who are likely to turn you down," she said with a conspiring wink.

"Eh... okay..." he said. What's she up to? he wondered. He couldn't quite see her angle.

"So... I imagine you'd want to, eh... conduct interviews with your staff? The girls, I mean..." She continued, and he shrugged.

"Well, if you were, I'd be remiss, if I --as manager -- didn't give you all the details about each and every girl..." she said, having figured out the easiest way to keep her job -- perhaps even with a pay-raise?

"Ah..." Bret smiled, understanding dawning on the young owner.

"That is, of course, if you want me to stay your manager..." she hinted, and Bret nodded.

"Deal," he agreed. This should be fun... he thought.

---

All the employees present quickly got gathered in the club's bar. The twelve girls (and the few guys) that were at work were all curious, of course, and many of them also rather nervous. They all knew that the entire club's fate was unsure after Tom's death, and for too many of them this club was their 'last chance' to continue life as they knew it.

"D'you know what's going on?" Lia asked her friend Monique but she shook her head, looking as nervous as Lia felt. They both needed this job very much; Lia to feed her two kids, Monique to feed her kids and her laid-off husband.

"They've probably found a new owner," Monique whispered back, "I just hope they'll keep the club running -- and us all on board."

"I hear ya! Do you remember what happened to Lucky Charms?" Lia said, reminding her friend of a strip-club that had shut down only three months ago.

"Yeah. All the girls were let go from one day to the next. Pria, one of my friends there, said that more than half the girls started working the street, at least for a while to keep from becoming homeless!"

Everyone in the club had heard that story over and over, of course, but in the light of Tom's death it had resurfaced and everyone talked about it once again -- how more and more of the strippers turned to prostitution in order to survive.

"Yeah. I just hope -- wait, there comes Tina!" Lia replied, as she saw the manager come out... with a young man who looked familiar somehow. Where had she seen him before...?

"Shit! I know that guy!" she whispered urgently to her friend, "he was here with that old lawyer guy a couple of nights ago! Fuck, I gave him a special dance!" she gasped, using the in-house codeword for 'things that shouldn't happen in the club'.

"You think he's the new owner? Or a cop or something?" Monique asked, panic starting to rise in her chest. Would they shut down the place? Or keep it under surveillance to ensure that prostitution didn't take place within its walls? Either way, it wasn't good...

"He looks too young, doesn't he?" Lia said, feeling a cold dread spread through her body. She couldn't lose this job, she just couldn't!

"Hello, everybody!" Tina called loudly, and the crowd fell silent. "Allow me to introduce Tom Jensen's heir and the new owner of the Happy Gent: Mr. Bret Jensen!" she said and held her hand out to Bret that stood next to her, staring at his audience. His employees. His responsibility. His girls.

Immediately a murmur of whispering voices rose from the crowd, and most of the nervous women stared openly at their new boss. Tina gave them a moment to digest this info, before she continued: "Mr. Jensen has an MBA from Stanford, and he and I will have a close look at the club's economic development to see how we can make it even more profitable. I expect you all to cooperate with whatever changes he sees necessary."

An even louder murmur of discussing voices started as soon as she'd finished speaking. None of the girls liked the thought of too many changes, not at all.

"Mr. Jensen! Mr. Jensen!" a girl exclaimed loudly, raised her hand and took a step forward, separating herself from the crowd. She looked to be little more than 18, with long, glossy red hair, and a very slim, petite body.

"Eh... yes...?" Bret answered, having no idea what her name was.

"Eh... I'm Red. Or, well, my name's Lillian... Lillian Miller, but everyone calls me Red. That's also my stage-name... 'cause of my hair, see?" she yapped, the poster-girl for bimbos everywhere.

"Yeah, sure... Red. You had a question?" Bret said. He felt far more at ease than he had expected but then again, these weren't women he planned to date. These were his employees, and he'd had sexually attractive women under him before at the firm. Granted, they usually wore more clothes than Red's tight boob-tube and mini-skirt, but all the same...

"Well, I was wondering... do you think you're gonna, like, fire anyone? I mean, we all really like working here, I do at least, and I think most of the other girls agree with me, even if some of the guys can be a bit annoying, and of course it can be a little hard to stay up this late -- and talk about embarrassing the other night when one of my classmates was in here! God, I was about to die!" she said, without a single pause. Bret caught himself wondering if she even needed to breathe.

"Eh... I might. I can't say any more now than I hope I won't have to," he said -- which of course started the girls whispering among themselves.

"What about bouncers!" the large guy that had let in him and Markus asked from behind, "you'll still need bouncers, right?"

Bret thought for a moment before shrugging, "I can't imagine I wouldn't," he said honestly. The bouncer in question smiled widely and punched his fellow-bouncer on the shoulder. They, at least, were secure in their jobs. Some of the girls looked on in envy.

"Mr. Jensen will take over Tom's old office, and as I said, he and I will work hard to figure out the best way to ensure the club keeps turning a profit," Tina continued, "Mr. Jensen might have to talk over some things with some of you..."

Again the girls started talking among themselves until Monique loudly asked: "You mean he's gonna pull some of us aside and give us a nice little speech before he kicks them out?"

Bret looked at the speaker: a tall, attractive woman -- a little older than the average girl in the crowd but with a great body. She was a Latina with dark skin and raven-black hair, a very nice rack and a well-rounded ass. Bret harassed a guess that she was around thirty-five.

"No, I don't...?" he began looking at her, until she caught his drift.

"I'm Monique," she said and looked expectantly at him.

"No, I don't mean that. I just mean that some of you might fit better in my overall goals," he explained, "but that doesn't necessarily mean I'll fire the others."

Monique burned after asking more about these 'goals' (and what he meant by necessarily!) but a little voice inside her head told her to keep quiet, keep her head down, please the boss and keep her job. For once, she listened to that voice...

The other girls were gossiping again about what he meant. It sounded quite ominous -- very ominous as a matter of fact. Most, if not all, of the girls perceived his words to mean that some would get fired...

"Now, please, return to your business and prepare for the opening," Tina said, "Mr. Jensen and I'll retire to my office for a while," she said and looked at her watch, "just everyone be ready if he wishes to speak with you, okay?"

There was a low mutter of agreement, and the crowd separated, everyone finding someone to discuss this new, strange turn of event with.

"Shit! I can't believe I sucked him off!" Lia said to Monique as they walked backstage, "you think I'm a goner?"

"Nah. He'll probably give you a raise!" she laughed, trying to lighten her friend's mood. Truth be told, Monique had no clue -- if he wanted a clean club, he'd have to get rid of Lia, right? But to be honest, she was more worried about herself. Mouthing off at the boss like that had probably not been a good idea -- would she fit in with his 'overall goals' after giving him lip? Damn her temper!

"This isn't funny! Fuck, I'll kill Wendy! She's the one that told him to ask for it. Shoulda known better!" Lia kept at it.

"Don't worry, Lia. I'm sure he won't fire you just for that. You're a damn good dancer, and the crowd loves you! If he really is gonna stop the extras, he'll give you a warning -- that's the worst that could happen!" the Latina said earnestly, hoping the same were true for her herself.

"You think so?" the blonde looked at her friend with an extremely needy look in her face, so, so different from the predatory look Bret still remembered from his time in the VIP-room.

"Of course I do," Monique said and hugged her friend.

Inside the office, Tina sat down at the desk.

"So, that went fairly well," she started, "you have a lot of scared, nervous girls out there, each hoping to keep her job and willing to do what it takes to keep it." Bret nodded, the thought of what he was about to do made him both nervous and horny, so he stayed a little quiet.

"So... which one didja like?" she asked, breaking the ice with her blunt question.

"Eh... all of them?" Bret answered with a shy smile.

"I hear ya!" Tina laughed, "they're some hot little minxes, aren't they? Okay, what do you want first, desperate, slutty or dumb?"

"Eh..."

"Okay, look. There are twelve girls out there. Almost all of them will do ya one way or the other, if you play it right -- especially after our little talk. So pick one you liked, eh?" Tina asked, trying her best to help her boss along the way to sexual fulfillment.

"What about that... Monique-chick?" Bret asked. She'd seemed a bit annoying, and the boss in him would love to take her down a peg.

"Monique? Yeah, she definitely fits the bill! She has two kids and an unemployed husband, so she really needs the cash to keep flowing in..." Tina smiled, not at all troubled by her role as her boss's pimp. After having watched men fawn over these beautiful women night after night, without anyone paying attention to her, she didn't mind them getting the sharp end of the stick for once.

"Let's see how she fits into our overall business-plan then," Bret winked at his manager and went to his office.

"Enter!" Bret called at the knock on his door. It opened and Monique stepped in, looking very demure and uncertain. When Tina had come and sent her here, she'd known what would happen... what the hell had she been thinking mouthing off to the boss? And when he was talking about firing people?!

"Monique," Bret said, forcing himself not to stare at the alluringly large tits under the tight, red button-down blouse, and nodded as a way of greeting, "please sit." He was sitting on the large, absurdly comfortable, black leather-couch, and he patted the spot next to him. Swallowing nervously, she complied and sat down next to him.

"Now," Bret said, effectively slipping into the role he'd adapted so well at his job, "you know the economy is tough right now, and I may have to make some unpleasant decisions..."

"Yeah, sure. Sure, Mr. Jensen," she said in a resigned voice. That was the start of a firing-speech if she'd ever heard one.

"How old are you, Monique?" he asked and held up the notepad, ready to write down her answers. He didn't care overly much about her answers but he'd noticed at job-interviews how much more nervous the interviewee became when her answers were being recorded. And if it worked for Yale-, Harvard- and Stanford-graduates, he figured it would work even better on an already shaken-up stripper...

Monique looked at him curious -- why the hell would he want to know that? -- and answered "35." She didn't dare subtract a few years, like she always did when asked her age. What if he knew? What if he was testing her somehow? But why would he care about her age if he was planning to fire her? A ray of hope entered her mind; maybe he'd just give her a stern warning.

"Mhm-hm," he noted her age, briefly wondering if that wasn't an unusually high age for a stripper but then again, she did have the looks for it.

"And I understand you're married?"

"I... Yes, but is that really something you should be asking-?" she began but halted when she noticed him staring at her. She swallowed again, as he wrote her answer down.

"Now, doesn't he have a problem with what you're doing here?" Bret wondered.

"No!" she was quick to clarify, "he doesn't. Or," she added in an undertone, "if he did he should find some other way to feed Jen and Clara."

Bret nodded and made a remark on his pad.

"You really didn't like what Tina and I had to say, did you?"




Under New Management



"No! No, I really didn't mind. It's your club, I... I understand," she said groveling the best she knew how, "but I really think you'd be happy with me here."

"Oh?" he wondered skeptically, "I dunno... the vibe I got from you out there wasn't really of a team-player." 'Team-player' had been a key-phrase at his old job -- or his present job, as a matter of facts, as he hadn't quit yet. If one wasn't a team-player, one shouldn't be on the team...

Feeling herself losing her job that was the only thing that kept her family afloat, she steeled herself.

"I'm a really good dancer," she said, trying her best to sell herself -- like she did every night -- "and I really want to work here. For you. Help you..." She smiled ingratiatingly at her new, young boss, and suddenly she remembered what Lia had told her.

He had paid Lia for a blow-job. Paid her. Perhaps he wasn't so self-assured and confident as he seemed? Perhaps he could be... swayed? He was young -- probably around twenty -- and he was suddenly in control of a lot of women. How could one be sure to remain one of such a guy's women? Well, how else...?

"I'm just not-" he began, but she cut him off.

"Mr. Jensen," she said in her most charming, admiring voice, "I really want to keep working here. I'd be very good," she breathed, "for you." She leaned into him, her large breasts straining against her thin top, looking imploring up at him. Help me, I'm just a small woman and you're a big, strong man! her body-language screamed at him, and under the stress of a vulnerable woman, Bret's role as the boss started to crack. Almost against his will, his eyes wandered south of her face down to her bulging tits, desperate to break free from the restraining blouse -- begging him to help them out in the open!

"Ehm..." he mumbled, trying to stay in control but clearly failing.

"Mhm, I'm sure you can use me in some way..." she smiled using the skills she'd honed in the strip-club -- especially in the VIP-rooms -- and placed her soft, little hand on his thigh. Her long, blood-red nails looked so sexy against his pants, he vaguely noticed, before the hand started moving up his thigh.

"I... I, maybe... I..." he gasped as her fingers found his hardening cock. Her seductive smile turned triumphant as she felt his surrender, felt him succumbing to her feminine wiles. Her hand moved up and opened his pants while she kept staring up at him with her dark, mysterious eyes.

"Oooh..." she breathed as she pulled his hard cock out of his boxers and let it stand right up in the air, proud, strong and free. She crawled down between his legs and grabbed his mighty rod with her tiny hand, "so big and nice!"

And then she found a better use for her mouth than talking -- at least in Bret's eyes!

"Oh God!" he exclaimed as she closed her lips around his hard dick, and the young man flashed back to the last time he was in the club. It felt the same as when Lia sucked him off -- yet it felt so, so different!

"Mhm..." she pulled her lips off his dick for a moment, "you taste sooo good!" Then she stuck the cock back into her mouth, sucking on it like it was the best thing in the world.

"Ahh!" Bret groaned. The Latina's mouth felt incredibly! She swallowed more and more of the thick rod, licking and sucking on Bret's most prized possession. She made it about three fourths down the heavy shaft before she started pulling off again. Up and down, up and down, slowly and controlled, and so incredibly good for the young strip-club owner!

"Ahh.." she gasped as she pulled her mouth off him again and grasped his cock with her right hand, "so... you think I can stay? Keep working you... for you...?"

"I... ah... I'm..." Bret tried desperately to formulate a sentence, while the sexy raven-haired stripper kept jacking him off.

"Come on, Mr. Jensen," she implored enticingly, "you don't wanna give this up..."

"No! No, you're right! Keep going!" he rambled, as he finally remembered how to speak. Monique smiled victorious and winked up at him and wrapped her lips around his cock again. In one quick stroke, she swallowed his entire length and began working on it the best she could -- which was excellent! Within a few seconds, Bret was struggling to keep the growing orgasm at bay! And then he lost the struggle...

"Oh God, oh shit!" he growled, as pure bliss rolled through his veins and he cried out in ecstasy.

"Yeah! Fuck, yeah! Oh, you definitely have a job!" he gasped, the orgasm at least as good as the one Lia had given him -- which had been the best one of his life, so far.

Monique smiled, her lips still wrapped around his cock and dutifully swallowed his cum like she figured he'd like, before she slowly slid the cock out of her mouth. She looked up at him from her kneeling position with a self-assured smile.

"We have a deal?" she wanted to know.

"Sure, sure," he agreed, "perhaps I shouldn't keep you, but I think I can find uses for you in my club. As long as you don't disrespect me in front of the other girls again."

She nodded solemnly and got up, "I eh... well, I gotta go prepare for my show," she said. He nodded, completely spent for now and not really caring what she did.

As she shut the door behind her, she smiled for herself. Men were such suckers! "I've still got it," she smirked and went to prepare.

On the other side of the door, Bret was still sitting with his pants open, not really able to believe the good fortune his uncle had bestowed upon him.

---

"So how'd it go?" Tina asked when Bret came back into her office.

"Oh..." he smiled, very pleased with himself, "we'll be keeping her on the pay-role." Tina couldn't keep her laughter at bay at his happy expression.

"Gotcha, boss!"

"So how'd it go?" Lia demanded as soon as Monique returned to the dressing-room. She was sitting in front of one of the huge mirrors along the wall, fixing her make-up.

"Okay, I think. He really just wants what's best for the club, and I convinced him I'd do my best to help turn a profit. And of course, I apologized for what I said," she lied smoothly. She didn't feel good about lying to her best friend, but she'd sell anyone down the river to protect her family -- and if Lia (and thus the other girls, 'cause gossip was really the lifeblood of this club) found out that a blow-job could keep one's job secure, someone -- probably that little bitch Stacy! -- might seduce him away from her. No, she needed to stay useful to him, to stay special in his eyes, special and available. It was better if just she and Mr. Jensen knew.

---

Around midnight, Bret decided to call it a night, although there was still a lot to do. Since Tom died six weeks ago, the club had been operating on extended credits and informal agreements, and Bret needed to go through it all to make sure everything was paid back and that his club was secured for the future... and that no one had been taking advantage of its vulnerable state.

But enough for tonight! Now he needed to unwind a bit -- though probably not with Long Island iced tea -- and then find out what he was to do with his day-job.

He hated the thought of quitting but... there was just so much more to owning a club -- even without the fringe-benefits Monique clearly had shown him tonight! The freedom and responsibility this place offered him was just too much to turn down. Being his own boss (not to mention being everyone else's boss as well) was amazing.

How could one give all this up? Even Mr. Falkner'll understand, he agreed with himself, thinking about his boss -- who never accepted anything coming in between his underlings and their work.

Pondering his future, he walked into the main-area of the club. Up on the stage, a peroxide-blonde was dancing around, wearing a schoolgirl outfit. Her hair was in pony-tails, her crisp, white shirt was several numbers too small around her impressive bust, her plaited skirt was so short that no school would ever allow her on the grounds, and dollar-bills were already sticking out of her white stockings. When she stuck her thumb in her mouth and winked at some of the men in the audience, the image of a corrupt minor was perfected... and the guys ate it up!

"Hey," Bret greeted the bartender as he sat down at the bar, keeping an eye on the girl on the stage "gimme something sweet and strong, will you?"

The bartender, a tall, skinny guy with dark hair and a ridiculous mustache nodded, "sure thing, boss."

When the bartender came back with a tall glass, Bret held out his hand, "don't think we've been properly introduced. I'm Bret Jensen," he said.

"Yeah, I know," the other man smiled, sat down the drink in front of his boss and grabbed his hand, "I'm Carl Jackson, but most just call me CJ."

"Nice to meet you, CJ. So who's the kid, and am I gonna get arrested for having her in my employ?" Bret asked and nodded up at the stage, where the girl had torn open her shirt to show off her exceptionally nice tits in a pink push-up bra.

"Haha! No, don't worry about that," CJ laughed, "that's Lil' Stacey, and she's nineteen, I think. She can't get a drink here, but she's old enough that we can enjoy her body." He winked at his boss, and Bret laughed with him.

"And have you?" Bret asked, immensely curious.

"Well..." CJ admitted, "no reason to turn down a lonely woman, is there? It's a fringe-benefit of the business... as I'm sure you'll find out," he said and raised his eyebrows a couple of times in a very meaningful gesture.

"Haha!" Bret laughed, "one can hope!" He raised his glass in a toast before taking a drink. He really liked this, liked relaxing with a guy and a drink. Why hadn't he done that more often?

"Oh-oh," the barkeep said when he noticed something behind Bret, "seems you've got company, boss."

"Hey, eh, Mr. Jensen," a vaguely familiar voice said behind him, and when he turned around he saw the delicious Lia standing there, looking awfully uncomfortable.

"Ah, Lia!" Bret greeted, smiling widely, as he recalled the last time he'd seen her.

"Yeah, hey," she smiled nervously, glad that he at least recognized her, "ehm, I was just about to leave, but... I was wondering if I could talk to you first?"

"Yeah, sure," he agreed, and padded the chair next to him. Bret was in a good mood, full of confidence and able to take charge of the situation -- a blow-job from a sexy woman can do that to a man... and he didn't mind talking to a yet another beautiful woman.

Lia eyed the chair nervously. She'd have preferred to have done it in his office... but she couldn't be too insisting, could she? She wouldn't want to tick him off, after all. So she crawled up on the barstool, and Bret couldn't help but check her out. She looked just as good as he remembered her. Her long, blonde hair hung loose, her face was carefully painted. She wore a stretched tube-top under her open, red leather-jacket, and a short skirt, black stockings and, well, stripper-heels.

"Want a drink?" he asked, and she hesitantly accepted. She normally wouldn't drink on a 'schoolnight', not when she had to get her kids up and off in the morning, but...

"CJ!" Bret called at the bartender who'd left them alone when Lia arrived, "another one -- and one for the lady too. So," he turned back to her, "what was on your mind?"

"Well," she said and flashed him her best, most flattering smile, "I was wondering if you ehm... remember the other night?"

"You mean when you... danced... for me?" he asked with a grin.

Eagerly, she nodded, "Yes! Yes, see, I didn't know you were our new boss. If I had I'd never... you know..." she explained.

"So you'd keep your best moves from your boss?" Bret wondered, loving how he caught this wonderfully sexy woman off guard. He didn't know if it was his position of power, the knowledge that she already had sucked him off once or the fact that he'd emptied himself into another hot stripper's mouth some hours ago, but he didn't feel the normal flushing shyness that he usually experienced around women.

She looked utterly confused, not at all knowing where she should go from here on. What she'd done was technically prostitution, and she'd just wanted to ensure that he didn't resent her for it.

"Ehm..." she mumbled trying to figure out where to go from here and noticed CJ watching them with a huge grin, "perhaps," she said, "perhaps we could retire to a booth?"

"Sure!" he said and followed her delicious ass down to a more secure area of discussion. As she sat down and noticed his eyes on her boobs, she took a quick decision. After tonight, he'd be hers...

"No, Mr. Jensen," she said with her most alluring smile, "I wouldn't have kept my best moves from you, never. In fact... if I'd known you were the new boss," she leaned into him, their faces so close they almost touched, "I'd have given you so much more..."

Their lips touched. Her soft, soft lips pressed themselves against his, and suddenly his entire being was swimming in the sexual arousal, this magnificent woman radiated.

"Mhm..." she breathed as their lips parted, and her beautiful eyes stared into his with nothing but promises of wonders to come, "that was... nice..."

He nodded, in total agreement. She retreated a bit, not really sure of this was the right way to go about it -- a little late to have doubts, but would it, perhaps, have been better to let him 'seduce' her, and not the other way around? She tried to hide her confusion by taking a large sip of her drink.

Bret didn't quite understand what happened. Why did she stop? As soon as she sat the glass down again, he moved against her, pressing his lips against hers, needing to feel the intimate, arousing connection with her again. She 'struggled' for a few seconds, before 'succumbing' to his advances. They kissed, and Bret completely lost track of everything else but the astonishing woman. She felt so wonderful, her soft lips, her hot breath, her beautiful eyes, and wow -- that rack!

His hands, working on their own accord found their way to her tempting bombs hidden beneath the thin fabric of her top. He could feel every soft curve and her hardening nipples.

They devoured each other, like a pair of teenagers in love, and more and more of the patrons were looking their way. If it'd been anyone else she'd been with, someone would have stopped it -- it wasn't good business -- but... how does one tell the boss he should get a room?

"Man!" Fred the bouncer said in an admiring tone to his buddy as they stared at the boss with his tongue down the hot stripper's throat, "is that the luckiest guy in the world or what? Getting a strip-club... at his age!"

"Not sure," his co-worker Hugh said. He'd looked around and seen some unhappy girls staring at the duo, "these chicks are worse than piranhas... guy risks getting chewed out."

Fred could only nod his agreement...

Back at the booth, Lia was getting horny. She'd started out with a clear seduction-plan in mind but she hadn't been kissed with such pure passion in years!

"Mr. Jensen," she breathed softly and took one of his hands and led it up to her mouth, "why don't we take a cab..." her tongue went out and softly caressed his long-finger, "back to my place?" She wrapped her lips around his finger and sucked on it like it was his cock, while she kept staring into his eyes. Bret nodded, staring in awe at her mouth, as it worked up and down on his finger while she smiled bewitchingly at him. He had the feeling, he'd have nodded in the same compliant way if she'd asked him if he wanted a drink of arsenic... anything for her!

"Let's get out of here, then," she winked at him and stood up and led him out the club by his hand. Outside they quickly hailed a cab and made it back to her place, kissing intensely all the way.

---

"Oi! Did you see the slut? Throwing herself at the new boss!" Stacey spat backstage in the changing-room, where several of the dancers were changing or waiting.

"I know," her best friend Christie chimed in, "like she wasn't annoying enough already, with her 'I need stage-time between eleven and twelve, 'cause poor little me needs to get home early to my brats'" she imitated in a high-pitched voice, "like it's our fault that you're too stupid to use rubbers!"

"Exactly!" Stacey agreed, "and now that she's fucking the boss who do you think will get most time on stage? The best spots? The best tables? You think it'll be us or Miss Fuckee-Fuckee?" Several of the other girls -- who were usually Lia's friends -- nodded and murmured in agreement, even Monique, and Stacey continued, "Is it fair, huh? That he's gonna side with her just because she was the first to spread her legs? Shoulda known, the skank!"

---

"Mhm... Boss!" the slut in question gasped as he sucked on her neck, "that's... so good!"

They'd only made it to the entrance, and she was so hot, she'd be willing to do him right here -- if it hadn't been because her kids would probably hear and wonder.

"God, you're sexy," he exclaimed, his voice husky with need.

"Come on, let me show you the bedroom!" she suggested, and grabbed his hand, once again leading him towards sexual gratification. Like the first time, he eagerly followed her, hardly able to believe his good luck.

Cheers, Uncle Tom! he thought, not for the first time, and probably not for the last...

"In here," she whispered and led him though the small hallway and into her bedroom. It was small, only a bed and a closet, but right now, Bret didn't really care about anything but the bed -- and what was going to happen on it!

She shut the door behind them and crawled into the bed, with him in hot pursuit, touching what was nearest to him: her round, soft ass.

"Oooh..." she breathed as he squeezed her cheek through the skirt, "find something you like?"

"You betcha!" he answered, unable to let go of the tempting booty in front of him. She laughed her irresistible laugh and rolled around, ending up on her back and smiling inviting up at him.

"Come here, Boss," she whispered with a come-hither look in her eyes. It made her hot, calling him 'Boss' and 'Mr. Jensen', though she didn't know why. Maybe because it placed him in a position of power, maybe it absolved her of any responsibility for... whatever was happening.

Bret's lips found hers again, and the electric, incredible connection he had felt with her at the club was re-established. His hands went for her tits and excitedly mauled them, squeezing her fabulous money-making breasts.

"God, I want you," he admitted, his cock hard as a rock. He could hardly believe this was happening. How many men saw her tonight and would wish they were in my shoes right now! he wondered proudly.

"Then get your pants off!" Lia laughed and pulled at his button, without getting it open. He took over, got his button up, the fly down and pulled his pants completely off.

"Oooh! Very nice!" she complimented the clear outline of his dick against the fabric of his white boxers. With shaking hands, he pulled them down and off as well, sitting on his knees in front of the sexy stripper in nothing but socks and his shirt.

She gracefully ignored the socks and focused instead on the hard cock that had been unleashed.

"Mhm, Boss!" she purred, "so nice." She crawled to him, slowly, making sure every movement seemed seductive and arousing. When she reached him, her mouth found his hard cock, and she gave it a playful lick.

"Oh God, Lia!" he gasped and automatically thrust forward, trying to get inside her mouth, where he remembered immense pleasures were to be had. Lia pulled her head away, however, as she too remembered the blow-job... and how fast it had been over. She wanted some fun too, after all! Of course, she didn't know about Monique's oral tryst with Bret -- which, unfortunately, also had been done with embarrassingly fast.