3 comments/ 26898 views/ 8 favorites Katie's Dream By: craygus13 I had this weird dream. Not anything that made any sense while I was having it, but from the second I woke up, I just couldn't shake the images in it. I've NEVER been one to write down my dreams, but something about this one made me grab my laptop and just start pounding away. There were clear chapters, there was a story arc; it was about a girl and a character that was somehow some sort of father figure, it was dark and she was being used and she didn't like it... At some point I had to stop... had to get in the shower and go to work. I tried to start again when I got home, but while I knew what was SUPPOSED to happen, I couldn't find that tone anymore. Whatever had come from that dream was gone. I tinkered with the end to give it a sort of happy ending. So what we have is a story I wrote almost entirely in the half-hour before I completely woke up. It has almost nothing to do with the way I usually write. Let me know what you think. Things had been much better for the last few years. There was a while there, with the judges and social workers and the whole 'ward of the state' thing looming over my head that everything had seemed pretty dark. But now; I'm living with foster parents that were fairly nice, if a little strict. I'm going to a normal high school having the same normal problems as everyone else. I'm thinking about the homecoming dance and I'm worried about my senior thesis. I sit with a fairly popular group of kids at lunch, I wish I had more money for better clothes, but at least I know I'm pretty and I have nice hair and people seem to like me well enough and no one knows. I was headed out the back passage of the school toward the student lots along with all the kids that drove themselves. I waved goodbye to my friend Britney; she was riding home with Chad Ambrose because they were supposed to work on a lab together except he had mentioned that his parents weren't home. I walked on alone, keeping my head down as I walked past Johnny Kline's pickup. He was hanging out with a bunch of the other senior football players, and I didn't want anyone to catch me staring at him as he laughed and swept his hand through his hair and tossed a football to one of his friends, making his broad shoulders ripple under his letter jacket. I just went past them, and headed toward the little secondhand hatchback my foster parents were letting me use as long as I stayed on the honor roll. I rounded a van one of the stoner band kids drove, trying to fish my keys out of my purse, when suddenly I stopped dead in my tracks. He was here. I glanced around, hoping nobody had seen him. People tended to notice him; he was good looking, in his way, or at least at first. He tended to evoke different eccentric celebrities, sort of a Johnny Depp by way of David Bowie. But he was a bit to tall and lanky, his hair less casual and more unkempt in the way if fell haphazardly over his eyes. He wore a faded 70's style light brown jacket despite the heat, and was in the middle of lighting a cigarette. There was a giggle behind me, and I knew some of the girls from school had seen him. They didn't know that he wasn't the sweet sort of dangerous you see in the bad boys on TV. He was something else. He looked up at me, exhaling a thick cloud of smoke as he spoke, his smile as genuine as I remembered it. "Hi, sweet pea." I bit my lower lip for a moment, shaking my head softly. "Please..." I said in a whisper. "I'm doing really well here." He nodded, patting the side of my car. "I can see that." He said, lifting the cigarette to his mouth and leaving it there as he turned and held out his hand to me, not bothering to say what it was he wanted. He didn't have to. I looked up at him pleadingly, but did as I was expected, taking the keys from my purse and placing them in his hand. He smiled, and took a step toward me, reaching up and cupping my chin. He took the cigarette from his mouth as he leaned down and gave me a gentle kiss on my mouth, just the same way he used to. The feel of it, the taste... it's not something you forget. I could feel eyes on me... the other girls. I couldn't begin to imagine what they were thinking. He pulled away from me, and walked past me, leaving me standing there as he walked around to the driver's side of my car. He unlocked the door, and pulled it open. I was standing there dumbfounded, not wanting to believe it was all happening again as he rested a hand on top of my car... of the car... and smiled at me. "You coming?" He said simply before he climbed into the driver's seat. I could only give him a small nod as I reached for the passenger door, slipped my backpack off, and slid down into the seat. I closed the door, pulled on my seatbelt, and held my backpack on my lap as he started the car, and pulled away from the school. I wondered if I would ever see it again. ----- He had been driving for almost an hour. I didn't recognize the town out of the car window, but I hadn't done much driving other than from home to school. It wasn't exactly seedy, but a lot of the buildings were closed or boarded up, and there were a lot of people sitting on stoops or standing around on the sidewalk talking. I wasn't sure if I'd like to get out of the car here. We hadn't gone far before he'd started again. After we had left the school, he had grabbed my backpack and lifted it from me, flinging it into the backseat. He had said that I had filled out since he had seen me last, and that he wanted to get a better look. As he drove, he reached over, and unbuttoned the top button of the shirt I was wearing, and then undid another, and another, until it was open to just beneath my bra. He gave me that smile; that appreciative, almost tender smile that told me he was pleased with me... "Gonna have to find some new things to do with you..." he had said cryptically before his attention had turned back to the road, leaving me with my shirt open. I looked up, seeing that the car was slowing. We were coming up to a pawn shop, the same type of building we had passed a dozen of on the way over. Standing outside there was a woman, maybe in her mid twenties. She was pretty, with a really amazing figure and a lovely face, but the first thing I noticed was her hair. It was jet black, but it had highlights in several colors, reds and purples and blues and orange. Most of it was loose and shiny, but bits of it were worked into thin, clean little dreadlocks. She wore tattered jeans that barely rose to her hips with a thick belt, leaving the bright red strings of her bikini underwear all but uncovered. She wore a simple white tank top that left her pierced navel exposed and did little to hide the dark purple of her lacey bra, one strap of which had fallen down her exposed shoulder. She had several tattoos on her arms, and on her lower back right above her bottom, and as she turned her head, I saw that there was a name in cursive script tattooed on her neck. She leaned down, looking into the car through my window, her smile lush and full. He turned the car off, and lowered my window, dropping the only thing separating me from the girl outside. "This is my friend Zoe." He said, bringing his cigarette to his mouth. "Hey..." She said, reaching through the window and petting my hair. "Nice to meet you". I realized as she spoke that the dot on the side of her cheek, which I had thought was a mole, was actually a piercing. "Hi." I said meekly. I felt his hand on my thigh. "And this is my daughter, Katie." I looked up at him. Feeling him touch me like this was familiar enough, but he had introduced me as his daughter. I don't think he'd ever done that before. I couldn't even remember him ever addressing me as his daughter. It just seemed so strange, that I was almost nineteen before I'd heard him say it for the first time. "Wow," Said the girl outside. "You really are kinky!" He patted my thigh. "Why don't you crawl in back so Zoe can sit?" I looked between them for a second, but I didn't hesitate long. It was a hatchback, you were supposed to get out of the car and push the seat forward if you wanted to get into the back. But I didn't want to get in their way; didn't want to be the thing keeping them from whatever they planned to do. It was just easier to struggle between the seats and climb into the back, even though it was filled with cd cases and a pile of books and even though I could feel their eyes on my backside as I struggled between the seats. My foster mom had thought these jeans were too tight, but she had let my buy them anyway. I had loved the way they hugged my bottom and showed it off, I had been thinking I might catch the eye of Johnny Kline... Now I was sorry I had ever tried them on. I finally got into the backseat and squeezed myself into the space behind the driver. He had pushed his seat way back, but the other spot would have been easier for him to reach. It also meant that, once Zoe had gotten into the car and he had started driving again, I could see the small black bag she had in her lap. "Did you get it?" He asked. She nodded, snaking her hand over into his lap and out of my field of vision as she opened the bag and pulled out a fairly new-looking camcorder. "All digital, just like you wanted." "Good..." he replied, but his voice trailed off. I was fairly sure I didn't want to know what was happening in the front seat... I just closed my eyes and pretended to sleep. ----- The condominiums were actually very tasteful. We drove past several stretches of well manicured lawns, a tennis court, even a small communal pool before we slowed down and parked in front of one complex in particular. He got out, taking a small satchel with him. He reached down to pull his seat forward as Zoe climbed out of the other side. I slid forward timidly, not sure what I should be expecting here. This wasn't the sort of place he usually wound up. I reached up, and took his outstretched hand as he helped me out of the back of the car. He kept holding it as he closed and locked the door, and I felt myself growing smaller beside him as he led me by the hand toward the main entrance into the complex. We went up a flight of stairs that twisted around the back of the building, and came to a door into one condo in particular. He released my hand, and pulled a credit card from his back pocket, sliding it with a practiced move down inside the door lock. I looked around, more than a little uncomfortable with the idea of someone catching us breaking into someone's condo. "Whose place is this?" I finally asked. "Someone I used to be friends with..." he said, his attention still on the door. I exhaled, trying to slink closer to the wall so no one would see me. 'Friend' could mean a lot of things with him. Finally, the door clicked open. He grinned, and pushed it open for us. I slipped in even before Zoe, eager to not be seen outside. I stood back against the wall as Zoe went into the room, dropping onto the couch and taking a small bag from her back pocket, arranging it on the coffee table in front of her. He had already closed the door, and had taken out a screwdriver and a replacement door lock from his satchel. As he changed the locks, I looked around. The condo was small, but tasteful. There was a kitchenette just inside the front door, with a countertop that looked out over the rest of the main room. A set of double doors on the opposite side of the room provided a lot of light through their blinds, presumably opening out onto one of the small balconies she had seen from the front. There was a TV on a cabinet in the opposite corner, arranged just so that it could be seen from anywhere. The room basically had two pieces of furniture; the long sofa where Zoe sat diligently rolling a joint on the coffee table, and a single armchair. To the side, there was a door into the bedroom, and a second door into the bathroom, which was also accessible from the bedroom. Not a big place, but it was clearly well cared-for. I couldn't begin to guess how he had known the owner... "There we go..." he said, closing the door and locking it. Zoe had finished lighting her joint, and was exhaling a long, rich roll of marijuana smoke as she spoke. I tried not to inhale... I don't take to drugs very well. "Isn't she going to notice that her key doesn't work anymore?" He shook his head, putting out his cigarette on the countertop, leaving a lingering smell of singed linoleum. "She won't be home for almost a month. That's just to keep out any unexpected guests." He said as he reached down and took her hand, easing her onto her feet. He took the joint from her, and slipped it into his own mouth, spinning her in a pseudo-pirouette, and slapped her on the bottom. "Why don't you set up the camera like I asked while I talk to Katie?" She squealed, and hopped up, heading toward the TV, grabbing her little black bag. I watched her for a second as he took a long, savored drag, and then exhaled as he turned to me, his breath still holding the lingering smell of the weed. I winced, coughing a little as I spoke. "What's... what's she doing?" He glanced back at her, returning the joint to his mouth. "Oh... we want the girl who owns this place to know what we do while we're here. The camera's going to be in the TV cabinet... basically, just look at the TV, and you're looking at her." He said; the smoke rolling around my face as he turned to look at me again. I blinked, coughing again. It didn't make sense... but it was hard to think. I could feel his hands against my stomach, but my eyes were a little watery, so it took me a second to realize that he was unbuttoning my shirt the rest of the way. I felt it tug upward, untucking from my jeans. He turned me, another lungful of the acrid smoke swirling around me. His hands slipped around my ribs, and between my breasts, undoing the clasp that held my bra closed. I had only really developed in the past year or two, and it felt strange to have my breasts fall out into the exposed air, only to have his thick, firm, familiar hands close around them. He squeezed them... not tenderly, not exactly... there was a sense of roughness to him, but still, his touch was as delicate as I'd ever felt as he took my hard little nipples in between his fingers, tracing my areolas with his thumbs as he gave each one a firm little pinch... he exhaled again, and I coughed, feeling the heat and roughness of the smoke spilling from behind my neck down over my naked chest... he wasn't even taking the joint from his lips, he was just holding it there, exhaling marijuana out over me as he caressed my breasts for the first time. "We're going to need money while we're here, Katie..." he said around the joint in his mouth. I nodded, reaching up to catch his hands, struggling to keep my head clear. "So we're going to take you out tonight and find a job for you so you can help support us." "Am..." I started to try to speak, but my voice cracked. My knees were buckling, and only his arms folded around me cradling my breasts were keeping me pressed against him. "Like... burger king... or..." He chuckled. One of his hands started to move down my body, his fingers spreading wide across my tummy. "Something like that..." ----- I leaned way back, reaching over my head, gripping the pole back above my shoulders, swaying back and forth on the tall heels he had bought me, feeling my naked breasts swaying under the strobing light. I looked down my almost completely naked body at the man sitting at the base of the stage with the small collection of ones in front of him next to his beer, sliding my hand slowly down my body, between my breasts, down my stomach, all still glistening from the baby oil the other strippers had shown me how to rub all over myself. My fingers slid down toward my black bikini panties, teasing him as my hand slipped between my legs... It was just like the other girls had shown me. It was an over 21 place, which meant we had to keep our panties on, but that just meant they would pay more if you acted like you were going to show them. Some of the other dancers had resented me coming in, so completely inexperienced, but most of them liked me, and helped me learn how to do this so that I could get decent tips... None of them knew that I really didn't want to be here. That I was burning with shame every time I got on this stage and took my clothes of in front of the leering gaze of horny strangers, some of them reeking of booze. But I had to... he had told me that we needed money while we were here, and this was the job he had gotten for me. It made sense; I supposed... it was the most money I had ever earned. But I was under twenty-one, and I was sure they could tell when they looked at me. By how nervous and inexperienced I was, by how soft and new my body was... But no one seemed to see it. I just kept dancing, and they just kept paying... The man in front of me, the one I was pretending to rub myself for, reached out and caressed my ankle, just below the straps for my tall heels. I froze for a second. They weren't supposed to touch me, it was a rule. I glanced over by the door, to the bouncer, the one who was supposed to keep them from touching me. He was smiling, looking at a dancer who was telling what was probably a dirty joke. He sat, his hands on a cup of coffee, not watching the dance floor... I looked down at the man. He was looking up at me, expectantly, his fingertips still circling my ankle... my hand still drifting over my panties between my legs. I thought about what would happen if I told him to stop... would I get in trouble? Not here, not a work... but... What would he say? I smiled at him slowly... letting my fingers slip around my panties, and slowly pulled them aside, letting him see, if only for a second, the small little gash of my pussy. My face flushed dark red... I was always privately ashamed of my pussy... it was so tiny and unpronounced, and my hair was so fine and blonde, it was like I barely had any at all. I felt like a little girl, showing this random stranger my kitty up on stage. I slipped my panties back into place, and twirled around, sliding down the pole slowly, pretending to look at the guy, but really glancing around the room, trying to see if anyone noticed. It didn't seem like anyone had. The guy stared at me for a minute, and then quickly reached down to his wallet. He looked inside, made a small cursing sound, and then looked at me, holding up a finger to say that he'd be right back, and then went hustling for the ATM. I gathered up the small pile of ones that had been sitting in front of him, and slipped them back with the others, sniffling a little so that no one would see my eyes getting moist. ----- He had kept my car in case he wanted to go out, so I took the bus. The bus stop was just outside the condominium complex, but it was still a bit of a walk to get back to 'our' building. I had changed after my shift was over... my dancing clothes and heels were in my backpack, and I was wearing much more normal clothes; a t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers. Still, as I walked down those sidewalks, I felt like people could see me for what I was. There was no shower in the changing room at the club; I still had the baby oil on my skin. And I was sure I smelled like beer, and cigarette smoke... But mostly, I felt like they could tell just by looking at me. I climbed up the stairs to the condo, and even as I did so, I could smell the smoke from inside. They had been in all day. I exhaled, trying to steel myself to go inside, and knocked on the door. Zoe answered the door, smoke drifting past her from the darkness inside. Her hair was spilling all over her face, and here eyes were red and watery. She was barefoot, and was wearing only panties and a t-shirt that had been ripped from the collar down to the navel, showing so much of her breasts that one of them was almost completely exposed. Her areola was wide and pink, but the edges were undefined, seeping away into the lighter color of her skin... Katie's Dream She smiled, truly happy to see me. "Hey, you..." she said, reaching out and catching me behind the neck, and bringing me toward her, kissing me on the mouth. I didn't resist, meeting her lips with my own, feeling her tongue slip into my mouth, stroking me, the acrid taste of tobacco and marijuana and... other things... they flooded my tired body with a lurid awareness. Finally, she slipped from me, lilting back into the dark cave that was the condo. I followed, my eyes half closed to keep out the haze of smoke. The difference was staggering. There were two open pizza boxes, and there were empty cans and bottles... cigarette butts were scattered without care for where they fell, and several baggies of pot and a small stack of rolling papers were spread across the coffee table, along with what looked like a small candy bowl full of shrooms. The lights were all off; the only light cutting through the darkness was coming through the blinds of the sliding door... And from the television, which was showing a woman in her mid thirties trying valiantly to suck the cock of one porn star and stroke another while she was fucked from beneath by a third, and a fourth pounded away in her ass from behind. Mostly, she was just screaming. Zoe flopped into the armchair, curling into an almost naked ball of baked bliss as she grabbed up a small pipe and lighter and toked against it, her fingers snaking down between her legs to rub herself through her panties as she watched the porn. I turned my head, and found him... he was sitting in the middle of the sofa like it was a throne, his hair slicked back from a recent shower, a woman's bathrobe wrapped around him but not tied. He was wearing aviator sunglasses for some reason, a cigarette in his mouth with the ashes slowly collecting on the end, and an open beer bottle in his hand. He lifted his head to look at me. "Hey sweet pea." He said softly, the cigarette still in his mouth. I gave him half a smile, still trying not to let my eyes water in the smoke. I reached back into my jeans pocket, and wrapped my fingers around the roll of cash I had made that day, and held it out to him. He took it, reaching up to take the cigarette from his mouth, and flicked the accumulated ashes onto the carpet. "Come on, come watch this with me." I pursed my lips for a moment. "I'm kinda... maybe after I shower..." He patted the sofa next to him. "In a bit." I nodded softly, letting my backpack slip from my shoulders. I climbed into the sofa, squeezing up close to him just like I knew he wanted. I rested my hand and my cheek against his chest, and lifted my head, looking up at him. He glanced down, and smiled, reaching down to my leg and pulling it closer to him, so that it rested against his thigh. And we sat like that, watching the porno together, listening to the sounds of Zoe masturbating in the armchair. It went on and on and on... I kept thinking that maybe the movie would be over before he decided he wanted more, but it just kept going... how could that woman take so much abuse? I felt his hand close around mine. I didn't look away from the TV, just let him ease my hand down against his lap. I pursed my lips, knowing what was expected of me. I slipped my hand down past the open robe, and slid my fingertips along the length of his cock. I had seen a few other cocks in the last few years. In magazine and movies of course, but those were porn stars, like the ones in the movie we were still watching. In real life... they tended to me more... human. I had seen Dan Rentner's cock when we went out to the movies sophomore year and I had giving him a handjob when the movie turned out to be boring. I hadn't really known better... my experience with boys is admittedly a little screwed up. He had liked it, but I guess he had been done with me after that. I dated Will Forenco for most of the summer between sophomore and junior year, and it had been pretty normal. I had blown him a few times, and it was starting to look like we might get serious, but then he had moved away. Then I got to be part of the senior prank when all the girls in my gym class rushed the boy's locker room, and I had seen a few of them before they managed to hide themselves. So I was reasonably familiar with their general size and shape. But his was still just like I remembered it. It was hard, harder than any other cock I had ever seen. It stood up from his body almost perfectly straight, and it was thick. Sliding my fingertips down from the dense tapered head and down the length of him, you just got this feeling of weight that seemed so unique. And as I drew my fingernails down over the taught flesh of his balls, I realized that his were much denser than any others I had seen. I had imagined that the sheer volume of cum he produced was a figment of my imagination, that I had built it up in my mind over time when I was remembering, but now... maybe I was remembering it right after all. I slid my hand up, and started to stroke him, long and slow, all the way down and back up again. He was still wet from his shower, and his skin glistened. I looked up at him, but his attention was back on the TV as he took a drink from the bottle in his hand. Oh... that's what he wanted... I leaned forward and kissed his chest. I slid myself down his body slowly, kissing my way down, stroking him all the while, until I was on my knees. I kissed the inside of his thigh briefly as I scooted closer to him, and then lifted his cock to drag my tongue over his balls. I tried to do it as evenly as I could, covering every inch of him, letting my hand keep sliding all the way up, and all the way down... "Mm." He moaned softly, taking a drag from his cigarette. He liked it. I lifted my head, moving my hand down to caress his balls as I parted my lips, and let the thick head of his cock slip into my mouth. I worked my tongue around him wetly, stroking the length of him as I suckled as much as I dare, letting my tongue work around him as I slipped more of him into my mouth. Tonguing the base of him, I held him there for a moment; licking and sucking as I slipped back a bit. I opened my mouth wide, and moved down his length, feeling the thick head pressing back against my gullet. I swallowed, closing my eyes so they wouldn't tear up as I pressed downward, stuffing his thickness back into my throat until I had buried my nose against his damp pubic hair. I took a slow breath through my nose, feeling my throat squirming against my gag reflex as I opened my mouth a little more to lightly drag the tip of my tongue over his balls... I had to pull back, pulling him out of my mouth entirely as I caught my breath, a sting of saliva running from my bottom lip to the tip of his cock as I stroked him. I leaned down to tongue his balls again before I moved back up to suck him lightly some more... I felt hands working their way around my waist. I didn't dare stop, though. I just moved up, and suckled his head into my mouth again, bobbling against his cock wetly as I felt Zoe reach around my hips, unbuckle my belt, and unfasten my pants. She was slipping my pants and my underwear down away from my bottom, leaving me exposed. I looked up at him, but he said nothing; just went on watching his porno. I couldn't stop. I just keep working him with my mouth, alternately deep throating him or just suckling the length, trying to keep my tongue working the whole time. Zoe wasn't touching me anymore; she was just behind me, where I couldn't see... I realized my backside was facing the TV, and the camera. I moaned at the realization; that I was going to be on a video of all the things that were happening in this condo. "Nnn... lemme cum on your face...." He grunted around his cigarette as he set down his drink. I did as I was expected, I pulled back, stroking him quickly and evenly, looking up at him from just under his cock, my eyes wide open, my tongue sticking out of my wide open mouth, ready for him to... He groaned, and the first wet, stick mass of cum blopped right across my eye as it splashed over my face. It burned, but I held it open, letting wad after wad of his hot seed splash over me, into my mouth, over my cheeks; one burst shot almost right up my nose. He started to calm down, and I moved to take his cock into my mouth, to suckle him until he was done. But even as I did it, I felt a presence to my side. I couldn't see through the tears that were welling up as a result of the cum in my eyes, but I felt Zoe lean down and lick at the cum on my face even as I suckled the last of it from his twitching cock. I lay there, letting her drag her tongue over my face, not really cleaning me as much as she was smearing it over my skin. His hand rested against the side of my head, stroking my cum-streaked hair. "That was very good, sweet pea. Why don't you go take your shower now." I nodded meekly, reaching up to wipe at my face. I stood, realizing I was woozy from the smoke. I stumbled toward the bathroom, and only as I moved to close the door did I turn enough to watch as he lifted her up onto the sofa beside him and was starting to lick his way down the inside of her thigh as she pulled her shirt up over her head. I closed the door and leaned against it for a moment. My eyes stung, my jaw hurt, my body ached, and my skin felt raw... but for a long moment, I just leaned against the door, and didn't cry. ----- The private booths were for private dances. Some of the girls acted like you could get some real money if you started to do extra things once you were back there, but the rules were pretty clear. Still, when I was back there, doing a private dance for twenty dollars, you could tell that the guy wanted more from me, and that he was just waiting for me to ask if he wanted anything else. But I was so tired. It was a busy night tonight, and lots of guys wanted private dances. Honestly, I don't think I'm that good a dancer, but they kept asking, so I kept going. I hated being back there, feeling like they could do anything to me by the time I had screamed for the bouncer, but it's a guaranteed twenty bucks in one song, and he had made it clear that I needed to do a better job making money. Neither he nor Zoe were working of course... they were just smoking all day. I'm not sure... but I think the other night they might have been on ecstasy, too. I didn't try to sort it out; I just tried to endure them and then get to sleep as soon as I could. There was only one bed, of course, so I had to wait for them to go so that I could sleep on the sofa, in the middle of their mess. At least twice, Zoe had passed out on the sofa so I had to sleep on the armchair. I turned my attention back to the man that was sitting in front of me. Feeling the eyes of a stranger on my naked body never became comfortable. They kept saying I would get used to it, but this time, just like every other, as I pulled my clothes away and exposed myself to him, I felt myself burn with shame as badly as I had the first time. Still though, at least the actual dancing was becoming routine. As long as I worked to ignore my shame, I could do the moves I was learning without having to think to hard about it. Even now, I was grinding myself against him, letting my naked breasts rub against his chest, as I looked up at him... I had never been sure how I was supposed to look, but all the girls said I did it just right... that I looked scared and out of my element. I never told any of them just how right they were. I scooted my body down the guy, dragging my hands down his chest, and over his thighs as I pulled back from him and onto my knees, where I thought I might roll over and wiggle my bottom at him... But his hand darted out and snatched my wrist, and moved it against his crotch. I looked up at him, my eyes wide. This wasn't some little touch on my ankle, he was attacking me. I had to do something... had to call out... His fingers were tight around my wrist... I felt the skin under his grip going white. I looked up at him, watching him pant for breath, realizing what he had done, trying to decide what he should do next to me... I didn't know what to do. All the girls said you should get the bouncer, never let this happen... but then they also said that once you're in the private room... And he had told me I had to do a better job making money. I closed my eyes. "Fifty." There was silence in the room for a second save for the up tempo throbbing techno. I could feel his mind whirling. I opened my eyes, and glanced down at his hand; closed so tightly around my wrist that it hurt. He had to clear his throat. He was almost whispering. "Fifty dollars?" I nodded, not trying to pull my hand away from his, just looking up at him, my heart thudding in my throat. What was I doing, what was I doing... He nodded, reaching back into his wallet and thumbing through his bills still not letting go. I watched, biting my bottom lip, feeling the circulation in my wrist falter. He pulled out the money and dropped it beside us on the seat, and I reached up and grabbed it with my free hand, the one that wasn't having the life squeezed out of it, stuffing them into the side of my underwear. His grip was just getting tighter, so I had to reach up and unfasten his pants with one hand. I struggled to open them as I looked up at him, feeling the shame of my nudity the whole time, the pulse of the music throbbing in my bones. I snaked my hand into his underwear, wrapping my fingers around his cock. I wasn't trying to be cute, I just wanted him to cum so he would let go of my wrist. It was tricky, because it was with my left hand, and I had to sidle up close to him, pressing my naked body up against his legs as I stroked him, quick and steady and firm... He was panting. It didn't take him that long. He groaned and his cock spurted in my fist, jetting little fits of hot stickiness over my fingertips. He finally let his grip on my wrist slip. I gasped, feeling the blood start to pump through my hand again. I looked down at the cum trickling through the fingers of my other hand. I couldn't go back out onto the floor like this. I traded hands, stroking his shrinking cock with my tingling fingers as I licked his spunk away from between my knuckles. I felt the roughness of the wad of bills pressed against my naked hip as I sucked cum from my fingers. The stranger sitting above me was still recovering from his orgasm. Fifty dollars... in less than one song. ----- The smell of weed wasn't as bad as I went up the stairs to the condo this time. Today I made quite a bit more money... it made me gag to think about how many cocks had spurted their dirty mess into my hand today, but I was trying to focus on the money in my pocket. But of course, it wasn't my money. He would be taking it as soon as I went inside. I knocked, and there was a thump before Zoe opened the door for me. She was wearing more than usual; a white dress shirt tied up between her braless breasts, and a comically short plaid pleated skirt. The knee socks and saddle shoes she wore, along with the pigtails she had her died, dreaded hair pulled into, made her look like the most tattooed, pierced schoolgirl I had ever seen. "Hey." He said, leaning in to kiss me hello the way she always did. She tasted as richly toxic as ever. The soft pressure of the stud in her tongue worked against mine, but she pulled back quicker than usual, giving me soft little peck to end the kiss. "We have company." I followed her into the condo, stepping around piles of trash. Chinese take out boxes, used paper plates, stacks and stacks of pizza boxes, and heaping mounds of ash and filth. I rounded the corner into the main room, finding him sitting on the sofa like usual. He was packing fingerfulls of weed into the top of his newest toy, a tall, elaborate looking hookah. The TV was off, but it still sat there, dominating the room, seeing everything. Not wanting to think about everything the TV had seen, I turned my head away from it, and realized that Zoe had been right. There was another person in the room. He was a nervous looking fellow in his late thirties. He had a thin moustache, and wore paint-splattered jeans and a Steelers jacket. He clutched the beer bottle awkwardly, watching as the hookah was packed. I stepped into the room, sliding my backpack to the floor by the sofa as I reached into my back pocket, pulling out the money I had made that day. He smiled at me as he reached out and took it, catching my hand and pulling me to him, giving me a kiss on the cheek. I returned it without thinking... it was unusual that he do anything so sweet. He stroked my cheek gently. "Hey sweet pea. I have someone I want to introduce you to." He pulled me down to sit beside him on the sofa, patting me on the knee, nodding to indicate the man sitting in the armchair. "This is Brian... he's a friend of mine." Brian nodded nervously, raising the beer in his hand. "Hi... it's nice to meet you." He said, taking a swig. I nodded to Brian, turning to watch as he continued to pack the hookah. "I told Brian about you today, and he's really interested in meeting you." Zoe giggled as she slid down the opposite wall. She curled to sit in a ball, finding her lighter and her pipe, taking a long toke. I looked back and forth between them. He just went on packing the hookah, and Brian just sat there looking at me, so I had to say something. I could only think of one thing to say though. "Um... meeting me?" Zoe giggled again. He leaned forward, lifting the mouthpiece of his hookah to his lips as he held a lighter over the opening, inhaling a rich lungful of marijuana. As he spoke, his words swirled about in the air as thick, opulent coils of smoke. "He paid me two hundred and fifty dollars for an hour with you." The room was quiet. I looked between them, trying to figure out what I was supposed to do. Zoe was still giggling as she smoked. Brian was sitting there, holding his beer, actually looking a little embarrassed... But finally, I was only looking at him. He watched me, his eyes piercing right through me, the smoke rolling from him in rich waves. I bit my bottom lip. "O... okay... right now?" He nodded. Brian took a long swig of his beer, and set it on the coffee table. "Right... can I use your bedroom?" He shook his head. "For two-fifty? No. You can use the bathroom." Brian nodded, and stepped toward me, reaching his hand out for me. I looked up at him for a moment, but felt my eyes drifting to the man sitting beside me. I reached up, not able to look away. Brian helped me up, and led me into the bathroom. My eyes never left his... looking for something on his face that said that I really didn't have to do this, that this complete stranger didn't have a free pass to do anything he wanted with me for a whole hour... But he just watched me go, the billowing smoke making him appear to drift in a haze. He had taken the money, and now I had to do as he asked. Brian closed the bathroom door. I stood there, with my back to him, facing the door, listening to myself breathe. The smoke wasn't so bad in here. I turned slowly, looking up at Brian. He wasn't looking into my eyes. I felt a small shiver as I realized he was looking at my breasts through my t-shirt. My arms rose involuntarily, closing around my stomach as I looked away, feeling his gaze work its way inside me. Suddenly, I felt him rushing at me. The bottle slipped from his hand, and shattered against the floor, spraying our legs with beer as he reached up in a vicious lunge, gripping both sides of my face and yanking me into him, kissing me almost violently. His mustache was rough, his breath unpleasant... his tongue forced itself inside me, and I shuddered at the sudden intrusion. His hand slipped from my head, dragging my hair forward and into the kiss as he reached down and groped me between my legs. He thrust his fingers up against me, trying to rub me through the fabric of my jeans and the cotton of my panties. I groaned into the kiss; I was completely unprepared for what he was trying to do, and my body was rebelling, but I couldn't pull away, my back was pressed against the door. Katie's Dream His hand moved from my groin, and he was frantically working to unfasten my pants. His mouth slipped from mine as he kissed down my neck wetly. He reached down, clutching my breast through my t-shirt. He wasn't gentle, and it wasn't pleasant... but he kept kissing and licking and sucking at my throat... "Take..." he muttered into my skin as he yanked my jeans open. "...your shirt off..." I gasped, reaching blindly down to my sides, trying to tug my shirt up. He was reaching down, yanking my jeans down my thighs. I felt my knees tremble as he dropped down, kissing at my tummy as he slipped his hand over my panties, as if he wanted to rub the fabric right up inside me. I managed to get my shirt up high enough so that he could grab my breasts through my bra... I couldn't lift it any higher, unable to do much but tremble at his assault. He didn't seem to mind though, groping my breasts and my pussy with an almost panicked animosity. He thrust my bra upward, exposing my breast so that he could suck and bite at my nipples... I felt my head bang against the door as I slipped backward. I wasn't sure if I was tearing up out of fear or because of the smoke... he has pushed my panties aside and was working his fingers up inside me... I cried out in pain... it was too much, too fast... I couldn't... He grabbed me by the hips, lifting me up suddenly, dropping me on the vanity... the tile was cold on my bare legs, and I felt my body drop away... I couldn't bear my own weight. There was an impact on the back of my head... it had struck the mirror... He was yanking me forward on the vanity, using his knees to push my jeans down my legs. There was wetness on his knees, and I realized that he had cut himself on the broken glass on the floor. "You ready for this, little girl?" I opened my eyes, looking down at him. He was pushing his own pants down, stroking his semi-hard cock, his eyes hungrily devouring me. I inhaled, trying to remember why I was here... because he had told me to be here. I sucked my lip, biting back my tears, and nodded meekly as I scooted down a little further, parting my knees as much as I could with my jeans still on my ankles. "Mm hmm..." I muttered, trying to reach out for his cock. He pushed my hand away, reaching down and wrapping an arm around my middle, pulling me upward as he moved between my legs, rubbing his cock up into my panties. He reached up and gripped my hair, tilting my head up to look at him. He kissed me again, and I wrapped my arms around him, holding on out of disorientation and fear as I tried to accept his kiss, wondering if my head was bleeding. He held my panties aside, and worked himself up into me. I squealed... it had been so long... and felt myself shudder as he pushed deeper. He squeezed himself against me, and I tried to take him, but my body just wasn't ready, and it hurt. Once he was pressed as far into me as he could, at least he took a moment to get the feel of me. It gave me a second to try to get used to being invaded, but he didn't give me long enough. He was suddenly thrusting, not even pulling back; just slamming himself against me over and over. My arms dropped from him as I lost any ability to function through the pain. My head lulled as I felt my vision blur, but he was gripping my hair, holding me in place. I felt my legs clenched around him, trying to slow him down, trying... to do... anything... to make it stop... He kissed me, swearing into my mouth. He jammed himself into me a few final times, and bit into my bottom lip as I felt him spasm inside me. I closed my eyes, trying to move my arms, the only part of me he wasn't pinning or clutching... but I just couldn't find it in me. He collapsed on top of me, too heavy for me to hold up, and I fell back against the mirror again. I gasped, trying to get enough breath to sob. He was still inside me, and there was the squishy heat of his cum... I raised my hand weakly, reaching up and touching the back of my head, but there didn't seem to be any blood. If he would just... get out of me... He coughed, and pressed his hands into the vanity on either side of me, pushing him up to look down at me. He smiled; his teeth uncomfortably yellow this close up. "You look really hot like this." He muttered, in a tone that actually sounded like he was trying to be romantic. My shirt and my bra were bunched up under my arms, my hair was matted in my face, and my pants were shoved unceremoniously to my ankles... I felt horrible. But I forced a smile. I lifted my hand as best as I could, resting it on his cheek. "So..." I muttered, trying not to cry. "Do you..." Brian leaned down and kissed me again as he pulled his hips back, letting his softening, messy cock from inside me. He muttered into my mouth, his hand pinching at my raw nipples... "We got the rest of the hour..." ----- I couldn't ignore the soreness that was steeped right through me. I was dancing slower and more deliberately than usual, but none of the people watching me seemed to mind. Brian had taken a long while to get himself hard again... he had spent some time licking me, but thankfully he got bored of it... there wasn't a part of me down there that wasn't aching after what he had done. He sat on the toilet and told me to suck him hard again. I had to kneel on my jeans because of the broken glass. I did my best, but he just wasn't ready. He started to get angry after a while, and he slapped me. Eventually, I got him hard again, but he seemed to have decided that he wanted to cum in my mouth, so I didn't have to endure him trying to fuck me again. I had been in much worse shape last night, sitting on the floor and trying not to cry while I waited for them to finish the hookah and go to bed so I could sleep on the sofa. After sleeping a full night though, it wasn't quite so bad. For whatever reason, I gave quite a few handjobs in the private room the next day, which meant that I didn't need to dance as much. Still, my body hurt all day, right up to my last dance of the evening. Even as I ground myself against the pole, feeling the cold stare of the men at the bar ogling my naked breasts, I was aware of the ache in my cheek where he had hit me, and the twisting tenderness of my hips and my insides... I slid down the pole, rolling onto my back, rubbing my legs together as I reached up and cupped my breasts, closing my eyes, taking the moment to hide a split second of rest into my dance... I heard the door into the club open. I never paid to much attention to the people that came in. Some of the girls liked to approach the newcomers right away and chat them up, but I could never do that, I wasn't confident enough. I would just dance, and hope that I caught the eye of someone who wanted to get me into a private booth. I rolled onto my hands and knees, and lifted myself up, pretending to work myself up and down as though I was straddling a boy, leaning back and running my hands up my stomach and over my breasts, up my neck, and back through my hair. There was a whistle somewhere in the bar, and I felt my skin turn pink... it was so hard not to let my shame show, knowing that they were looking. I reached up and found the pole, pulling myself toward it, sliding my leg up from under me and turning upward, trying to ignore the sound from the people in the bar. I still opened my eyes and looked about, not wanting to look like I was trying to ignore them. And there, by the bar, having just stepped in, was Johnny Kline and two other football players from my old school. I felt myself freeze. They weren't looking at me like they knew me, just looking at me like a naked girl. Still, I turned my head away, rolling onto my tummy to wiggle my bottom, hoping they hadn't seen my face. If anyone knew I was here... oh god, he would be so angry... I tried to keep dancing, keeping my face away from the bar. What were they doing here? They were seniors, they couldn't be more than 18... this was a 21-and-over club. They must have fake ID's, I realized, but it wasn't like I could do anything about it without letting them see me. I just had to finish this last dance and get away without them recognizing me. There was a scrape of the stools at the edge of the stage. I lifted my head to look without thinking. They were all sitting right there, beers in hand, looking up at me. I turned, moving toward the other side of the bar, dancing for another patron, standing over him in my heels and slowly twisting my hips as I looked down at him, keeping myself facing away from them. They were putting money on the stage, but maybe I could stall until the end of the song. The guy I was dancing for looked up... one of the other girls was coming out of the back, and he must have been waiting for her. He gave me a genuinely friendly smile, put a few more bills on the stage for me, and stood up, heading over to her. I reached down, gathering up the bills. There was no one else. I turned, looking at the three of them and the money they had put on the bar for me to dance for them. I stepped over, my face and my chest flushed a hot red, and started to dance, trying not to feel my pulse throbbing at the thought of Johnny Kline watching me dance naked for him. The other two boys with Johnny were on the football team with him. Devon was the black one, and I knew he was the 'wide receiver' because Johnny was the quarterback, and everyone talked about them as the stars of the team. The other one, the really big guy with the long blonde hair was the main blocker, although I wasn't sure what the name of his position was. I think he was named Mike. I tried to keep from looking at them too much, just focusing on my dancing, hoping I could make this be just like every other degrading display in front of strangers... Devon was in the middle of lifting his beer to his mouth when he paused, looking at me strangely. "Haven't I seen you before?" I didn't look up at him exactly... I just turned slowly on the stage, twisting my bottom around as I turned, hoping I could make them look at something other than my face. "I... I don't think so..." I said timidly, "have you been here before?" I wasn't sure if speaking to them was such a good idea, but I don't think I'd ever gotten up the nerve to talk around Johnny before, so he probably wouldn't recognize me. But as I turned slowly in front of them, swirling my bottom in little circles, I suddenly heard a hand slap the stage. "Oh man... you're the girl with the tight jeans!" Said Johnny, quite pleased with himself. I looked back at them, seeing the recognition wash over their faces. I faltered in my dance, looking between them. The song ended. I was just left standing there on stage in front of them in nothing but my panties, looking down at the boy I had wanted ever since I had first seen him and his two best friends... I was going to cry. I could feel it. I dropped down, grabbing up the handfuls of singles in the center of the stage. "Please... just stay here... I'll be right out..." I muttered, grabbing up the clothes that I had discarded and turning and scampered off the stage as quickly as I could in my heels. I went back to my locker, opened it, and stuffed the money into my backpack, not even bothering to count it. I unstrapped my heels and slipped off the bikini thong I was wearing, and quickly slipped into the jeans and t-shirt I had for the trip home, not even bothering with my underwear. I grabbed my shoes, pushed my dancing clothes and heels into my backpack, and closed the locker, not even taking a moment to clean off my make-up before I ran back out into the club, backpack and make-up in hand. The three of them had moved to one of the tables, since the next girl dancing wasn't very good, and they were laughing about something. They didn't seem to be leaving, but I don't know why I thought they were going to be. I went to their table, and dropped my backpack onto it, tugging on my sneakers over my bare feet as I spoke. "You guys... you can't tell anybody I'm here, ok?" I said, trying to keep my voice down as I pled with them. "I could get in real trouble." They all just looked at me for a moment, still smiling from before... They were all looking at me... so very strangely... I had just been naked in front of them. They were all remembering what I had looked like. I glanced down at the table. I hadn't realized how different it would be when I was dancing for someone who knew me. "It's cool... we're not supposed to be here either." Said Mike, holding up his beer. "I know, it's just..." my voice faltered as I looked up at him. How could I explain what it would mean if I lost this job? If I had to go home and tell him that? Or even worse, if anyone ever found out that I had gone back with him... Just because it was what he had wanted... "I just need to know." I said softly, looking back down at the table, knowing how pathetic I must look... begging them to keep quiet about my secret job taking my clothes off for horny strangers. "Please." I felt something warm and firm under my chin. I looked up, and Johnny was reaching over the table, touching me, tilting my face up to look at him. I felt myself melt in his blue eyes. "What's it worth to you?" I blinked. "W...what?" He glanced at Devon, who nodded, taking a slow drink from his beer before he set it down, licking his lips. "What'd it be worth to you for us to keep our mouths shut?" I winced. I had had a good enough night, money-wise, but it wasn't mine... and even if I could give it to them, I didn't know if it would be enough. But as I looked between them, I started to realize that money wasn't what they had in mind. My throat was going dry... Johnny Kline was still touching me... and they were all looking at me, noticing me. I had wanted this for so long... but it was twisted, like a bad dream. Their eyes were hungry, and I kept feeling their gaze slide down over me... I was suddenly all too aware that I hadn't put on my bra, and that the cotton of my shirt was rubbing against my nipples... I nodded softly, looking between them. "Okay..." I muttered, biting my bottom lip. I couldn't have anyone find out... I couldn't. "What do you want?" Johnny let his hand slip from my chin as he reached down and picked up his beer, finishing it off. Mike glanced at the other two, grinning a wide smile. "You're all done for tonight, right? Free to come with us?" Devon nodded, setting down his empty bottle. "Maybe give us another dance in private?" I swallowed, nodding again as I gathered up my backpack. They escorted me out of the club... it wasn't uncommon for the girls to leave with some of the patrons, so the bouncer didn't say anything. Outside, they led me to a big black pickup. Mike climbed into the back as Devon opened the side door for me, letting me climb up into the wide bench seat. Johnny got behind the wheel and Devon got into the passenger seat. As they started the truck, I let myself close my eyes and imagine, just for a second, that we were leaving school, that I was riding with the most popular boys in the whole school, and that the other girls would be so jealous... But I could feel their eyes on me. I wasn't their friend. I was a girl they were going to take somewhere to do... something with. They drove for a bit, but I kept mostly quiet. They decided they wanted to get a hotel room, and that they could get one easiest if they used the credit card Johnny's parents gave him for gas. Soon, they had pulled into the parking lot of a best western, and Johnny hopped out to go get us a room. Devon looked at me for a second, giving me this strange look. "I'm trying to remember your name." He said finally. "Katie." I replied, not looking up at him. He nodded. There was a moment of silence before he turned his head, his dark skin standing out against the night outside. "Are you still up to this, Katie?" I exhaled, softly as I nodded. "I just..." I whispered. "I need to be sure." The driver's side door opened, and Johnny swung up into his seat, grinning that beautiful smile of his as he tossed a key card across the cab at Devon. "Room 17... Go ahead and get started while I park this thing." Mike and Devon walked me into the room. It had a lone double bed and a TV sitting on a dresser. The walls were a dark tan, and the lights were all a sort-of off yellow, making it feel almost like a cave. I stepped in cautiously, sitting down on the bed, setting my backpack down beside me. I looked up between them, the towering blonde linebacker and the gracefully athletic ebony receiver both looking at me... Mike reached into his pocket, looking over at Devon. "Heads or tails." Devon shook his head. "Dude... seriously?" Mike nodded, taking out a coin. "Call it." "Fine," Devon said, rolling his eyes. "Heads." It flipped in the air, and Mike caught it, slapped it onto the back of his hand, and held it up to look at it. He grinned, and patted Devon on the shoulder. "You wanna wait outside? I can come get you when I'm done." Devon swore, punching Mike on the arm. He laughed as he stepped out of the room, leaving us alone. I sat there, looking up at Mike's big frame and his long blonde hair as he turned to face me. He reached down and pulled his shirt off. He was bulky but athletic, and his smile was nice... I scooted back into the bed, reaching down and pulling my t-shirt up over my head. He had already seen my naked breasts, and it didn't feel so bad exposing myself to him like this. Even as his eyes drifted over me, I almost liked it. It made me feel beautiful. He came down over me as I scooted back into the bed, working open his belt even as I reached down and pushed my jeans down past my naked hips... ----- I leaned back, feeling Devon's hands reaching up and caressing my tits as I rocked on top of him, feeling his long, firm black cock working up inside me. I had never seen a black man naked before, and he was definitely beautiful. Mike had licked my kitty for almost ten minutes before he had taken me into his big powerful arms and lowered himself down over me, pushing his thick shaft into my hot, drippy honeypot... I don't think I'd ever been so ready to have someone inside me. But once he'd filled me with his cum and dressed, letting me clean up and crawl under the covers before he brought Devon in, I was all warm and snuggly, and excited for more. And Devon took off his clothes, and he was trim and elegant and strong and so beautifully, beautifully black... I asked him if I could taste him, and I got to have that long, pretty cock in my mouth, and then I got on top of him and slid him into me and rocked on top of him and felt him move inside and it went on and on and on and on... He leaned up and caught my breast in his mouth and licked it, and I reached down and wrapped my fingers around his head, and pressed him to me... I felt him kiss the skin between my breasts. I resettled my knees on either side of him, and started to thrust downward against him. He moved his feet up, bending his knees, so that he could push up into me, and we both fell into the bed... so much... so filled... and his body was so firm and gorgeous against mine, and it was so good... My senses melted... it was rippling from inside me, and I couldn't think from so much wrenching, agonizing pleasure... He was groaning, thrusting so deep into me, spasming inside... oh god... cumming... I'm cumming... I collapsed on top of him, panting uncontrollably. Never like that... I don't even know if I ever had cum before. I rolled my hips, wanting to feel that gorgeous black cock inside me for just a few more moments. He reached up and stroked a hand through my hair, and I slipped from him, curling against his glistening chest. We lay there, catching our breath for a moment.