Recession Blues 5 by RogueAlan

Recession Blues Ch. 05

byRogueAlan©

Recession Blues 

Original story: Stormbringer

Follow up: RogueAlan

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Chapter 5: Blue Plate Special

"Hnnnn!" Ann was glad that A-Rod's cock was thrust snugly into her throat. She was dimly aware that there might still be people in the club, and without that, her cries as she came on Jacen's big cock might have betrayed what they were doing. She sucked harder at the new acquaintance's big cock as a measure of thanks, reluctantly backing off to get another breath before taking him again to the root. She wished she could bob her head and suck at him more, thinking it would get him off faster, but her need drove her to swallow his entire shaft again and again, holding him in place for as long as she could, because Jacen was somehow matching her tempo, and only gave her all of that gorgeous meat when she was deep throating his friend. 

Her hips and abdomen were still twitching as her climax eased, without decreasing her arousal or need. Soon enough she was again consciously shimmying her hips, trying to get Jacen to fuck into her faster. The big cop, though, went on matching the pace she was setting. She sought a compromise, driving her face down into Angel's crotch, taking him all the way, then backing off more quickly, sucking until the top, where she would get a breath before again letting the stranger's cock fill her throat. She moved faster, hungry to have Jacen fuck her faster, but dutifully deep throating Jacen's friend on every stroke to be certain she was filled up in turn by the big bouncer. 

It worked, building her arousal, and Ann moved even faster, wanting more. She squealed around A-Rod's cock as Jacen spanked her right ass cheek. 

"Yeah, you ever get off like that on hubby's cock, slut?" Ann shook her head, pushing back at Jacen, hungry to get off again. "That's right," Jacen chuckled and fed her drooling cunt his entire length as she backed off of A-Rod, the change in tempo, emphasizing the thrust, making her whine. "This cunt is mine. See what I told you, A-Rod?" She heard the men slap hands above her back. Jacen went on pumping into her from behind with full rapid thrusts, and the white housewife pushed her knees farther apart, tilting her ass and pushing back, welcoming him.

"Damn," the other man said appreciatively, his voice still so high Ann nearly smiled around his impressive cock, "You wern' lyin', J. This ho got a mouth like a Hoover." Ann found she was pleased rather than offended by his compliment. She bobbed her head more quickly, sucking at him harder. A-Rod was panting, hips coming up to meet her lips. She could feel her next orgasm approaching. "When do I get to try that BBC cunt?" 

"My sharing that cocksucking mouth ain't enough?" Jacen snorted behind Ann, slowing his pace, which made the aroused wife and stripper whine in protest. The men chuckled, slapping hands again. Ann thought Jacen was close; she was sure A-Rod was about to cum. Jacen spanked her right haunch again, pulling out of her hungry seam. "Sit up, slut," he demanded, ignoring her cock-muffled protest, "Show your new friend my fine black cock loving cunt." Ann was blushing as she sat up, wiping her mouth, aware of Angel's eyes roaming over her totally naked body. Jacen's cock was heavy at the small of her back as the bouncer used his body to nudge Ann forward, closer to Angel. Her legs were spread more wide apart by A-Rod's muscular thighs. Looking down, Ann saw the stranger's naked cock, glistening with her saliva, jutting upwards inches in front of her aroused sex. 

Jacen's right hand closed on Ann's bare breast, fingers pinching, then kneading her erect nipple. Her body undulated, her clit almost brushing Angel's shaft. She was aware that she was panting as much as A-Rod. "Go on, slut," Jacen murmured, his lips by her ear before he bent to kiss her neck, "Put him inside." Ann closed her eyes, dimly aware she should refuse. She shook her head, even as her manicured fingers curled around the end of the stranger's shaft, her hips coming up as she lifted her ass off of his thighs, levering forward until the blunt crown of his cock pushed against her swollen clit, and dragged against her, slipping back, between her splayed, dripping labia. A-Rod remained passive, leaning back against the plush chair as Ann slipped him into her sex, settling onto him easily. His hips rose when she paused, seating the last of his cock into her sex, the movement making Ann gasp as her feet came off of the floor. Her body rotated forward, closer to Angel's hairless chest. 

She had only slight leverage where her knees were against the edge of the cushion, but she immediately began to take advantage of it, hips moving, back arching as she fucked herself on A-Rod's bare cock. Not as big as Jacen, the found herself thinking, biting the right edge of her lower lip as her pleasure again began to build, but bigger than Tom. And Jacen's fingers were expertly working her nipples. The bouncer's lips were tracing a line of heat at the sides of her neck. Moaning, Ann let her head fall forward, her hair masking her face. Catching A-Rod's thick biceps in her hands, she began to ride him more earnestly. Jacen's lips moved to the skin over her spine at the base of her neck, and Ann's breath caught. God, that felt good. 

"Damn," Angel panted before he used his forehead to displace Jacen's right hand, sucking her nipple into his mouth.

"I know it," Jacen agreed from his position over and behind Ann, "But now I'm getting left out." Ann was close enough to her climax the last thing she wanted was to stop fucking A-Rod. But she wanted Jacen inside of her, too. She started to pivot at the waist, intent on sucking Jacen's cock. A-Rod bit down on her nipple and she cried out, back arching as if pushing her nipple against his face might ease the pain. "... down on it." She had missed what the bouncer was telling his friend. 

In the next second, though, the back of the seat dropped almost horizontal. She knew the seats reclined, which was no surprise, but the bottom, which usually came up when a dancer or customer pulled on the lever inside of the chair's right handle stayed down. She kept her hands on Angel's biceps and found herself riding him. He had released her tortured nipple, but as she went on humping up and down, his fingers rose, cruelly pinching and twisting, making her cry out once more. 

"That's it," Jacen's hand applied pressure at the small of Ann's back, and the impaled housewife obediently leaned down over the bouncer's friend, "Now I can have my fun, too..." And before she could think about what he meant—she was right on the edge of her climax—the bouncer's big black cock was pushing into her ass, just above where Angel's was filling her cunt. 

"No, wait!" Ann started, stifling her own protest at the fear that someone in the club would hear them. She desperately tried to shift higher, but Angel's hands had dropped to the front of her hip on each side, locking her in place. 

Jacen snorted, "Shit, slut," he was still pushing relentlessly into her ass, "You know you can take this... You get off on anal like no woman I've ever seen." Ann shook her head, not in denial of what he was saying, but silently trying to tell him to stop... Having both of them between her legs, thrust up inside of her hurt. The burning seemed to amplify with each inch of Jacen's big cock that the bouncer seated. She guessed he was half inside of her when he stopped. Still shaking her head, Ann wondered if crying out would stop the painful assault; if being discovered was worth ending the pain. Jacen swatted her ass again sharply.

"Remind her what she's getting off on, A-Rod," Jacen urged his friend. A-Rod lifted his hips, pumping a few inches in and out of Ann's filled pussy. She had collapsed against his chest, but he had a thumb over her nipple and worked it as he thrust up into her sex, the root of his cock bumping her still erect clit at the top of each thrust. Jacen held still, and despite the pain and her fear, the pleasure of A-Rod's cock moving in and out of her led to her relaxing, welcoming the pressure of the cock moving in her cunt. And as soon as she relaxed, Jacen lunged forward, seating nearly the rest of his cock in her bottom. 

Ann opened her mouth to scream—she did not care who heard—but A-Rod's hand closed over the back of her head, pulling her into a kiss that swallowed her cry. The men moved in time, each thrust eliciting a keening whine from the double stuffed white wife. She could not focus to cry, to beg them to stop or wait. She could not even coordinate her limbs to push against them. And soon enough, to her relief the pain ebbed. Less than two minutes after Jacen had thrust his broad cockhead through Ann's sphincter, the high pitched protests had transformed to panting moans. Ann was impossibly filled, the combined movement leaving her imagining a single enormous cock thrusting into her. 

"You were right, ese," Angel chortled beneath her, "She does get off fast on a DP." 

"Told you," Jacen laughed, spanking Ann's ass again, "Don't you, my slut?" Ann nodded, but she was still distracted by her impending orgasm, and was not really paying attention to what was being said. He spanked her ass still again, "No no no, you know the rules, slut," and he pulled almost fully out of her ass.

"No!" Ann reached back blindly, not wanting him to pull out... Wanting, she realized with a flush of arousal and shame, for both men to go on fucking her, "Don't stop... It's amazing. Give me that big black cock... Fuck my ass, baby. I want both of your cocks!" Jacen relented, but this time A-Rod was backing out of her cunt as Jacen thrust himself into her ass. The change left her feeling as if there was a cock endlessly thrusting inside of her, and she began to buck and wheeze as she came. The orgasm seemed to echo and rebound, not stopping as the men went on double fucking her. 

"Ahhh" A-Rod stiffened beneath her and she felt the heat of his release deep in her pussy. 

"Don't pull out," Jacen warned as his friend went still, thrust fully into Ann's sex, "I'm... not... there yet." He caught hold of Ann's waist, pounding into her for another minute before he began to spew his load. Laughing cruelly, he pulled out mid-way through, spattering Ann's naked back with the last of his load. 

Spent, he backed off, and Angel lifted the dazed, still aroused housewife off of his own spent cock. Ann found herself on the floor of the small room. She had automatically cupped a hand between her legs, trying to keep the cum leaking from her cunt from dripping onto the shag carpet. 

"C'mon, slut," Jacen caught hold of her long hair, pulling her head toward A-Rod's slack cock, "The man's got business yet, tonight... Clean him up so he can get on his way." She hurried to obey, thinking Jacen was intent on fucking her again after his friend had left. 

After a minute Angel pushed her away, teasing that if she did not stop he was going to be ready to go again. She blushed, and smiling over at Jacen, blinked in surprise to find the bouncer was standing nearby, his pants back on, cock hanging free. It was obvious what he expected, and the cock addicted white wife slurped him clean as well. Of course, by the time he stopped her, instead of catching the jism leaking from her seam, Ann was frigging her sex feverishly. She lay back, heedless of what messes had undoubtedly been left on the dark maroon shag carpet, masturbating in front of the men, hoping one of them would relent and take her again.

She stopped, as the men slapped hands, then arm in arm moved for the curtain at the end of the booth. Ann's eyes searched for her bra and panties, anxious not to be seen as she was if anyone else was in the hall beyond the curtain. 

"An' she's still hot, bro!" A-Rod laughed, sweeping the curtain aside. 

"Always leave them wanting more," she heard Jacen answer before the heavy velvet fabric dropped back into place, leaving her naked, aroused, and alone. Ann was thoroughly conflicted. The orgasm had been amazing... She blushed, as she caught herself wondering when Jacen and Billy might be able to take her together like that. And she was still hot... God, she wanted to cum again. She considered finishing herself off there in the private, booth but worried someone else might still be in the club. Looking down at her body, she was not sure how she could get back to the dressing room, either, so much jism was oozing out of her thoroughly fucked cunt and loose ass, not to mention the cum smeared and drying on her back. If anyone was still in the dressing room there would be no hiding what she had been doing. 

Her thong was not going to do anything to staunch the telltale leakage, but just cupping her groin was enough stimulation to her still buzzing sex she found herself applying more pressure, the base of her thumb working her clit. She settled back onto her ass, letting her head fall onto the seat cushion as she began to masturbate in earnest, giggling at the image of slipping out to her car half naked and leaking two other men's cum. She told herself it would help her to think more clearly, and would make it more likely the club was truly empty before she tried to clean up. 

She was still sufficiently hot that she did not stop at the first climax, so that it was most of another ten minutes before the panting wife started to think about anything beyond her own pleasure. She was embarrassed that her entire hand was inside of her pussy, something she had never done before. At least the last of the men's fluids seemed to have stopped leaking out of her. She slipped the thong on, hoping she did not look as debauched as she felt. Considering how much of the time she spent half naked, she did not bother with the bra top, carrying it as she slipped out of the private booth, down the dimly lit hallway, and through the back passage to the dressing room. 

She was relieved that none of the other girls were left. Pausing, she realized she did not hear Jacen or Angel, either, and wondered if she was alone in the club. She found herself worrying that the bouncer might have armed the alarm, and dug through her purse trying to find the slip of paper with the code to disarm and rearm the system. After a moment of panic, she found it in the drawer at her station. 

Ann climbed into the small shower stall, using the handheld unit to clean up from chest down, and scolding herself when directing the spray at her crotch became a temptation to keep it there. The more she calmed down from that demanding arousal, the more guilty she felt at having cheated on Tom again. How could she have let Angel do that? And why had she let Jacen do that simultaneously? Of course, the spray head and the vivid memory of how it had felt as the men were driving into her were more than sufficient answer. 

Before arousal was triggered again, she jumped out, shivering in the cold air, and pulled on her sweat bottoms and hoodie without bothering to dry off. She was surprised that the alarm had not been set, and dutifully punched the code in before exiting the club. The parking lot was empty save for her car, so Ann hurried across the asphalt to the RAV, throwing her bag across into the passenger seat as she pulled the door closed. 

Her thoughts on the drive home wandered to whether Tom would want to have sex, and whether she would submit, knowing she would not get off. She blushed, scolding herself for considering refusing the man she loved what she had offered... her lover (the thought of which deepened the blush) and his friend—thinking 'stranger' was too alarming. 

She was relieved that Tom as asleep. Taking care to bury the soiled bra and panties in the hamper she had set aside for her costumes, Ann slipped into their bed silently. She lay listening to Tom's quiet snores, feeling horrible for letting other men fuck her, even as she knew it was going to happen again. But tired from the day's exertions, the married stripper was not awake long enough for the guilt to guide her thinking to any longer term consequences... 

***

Tom's side of the bed was empty when Ann woke late Saturday morning. She was ashamed at the relief she felt, and again at the flicker of annoyance when the toilet flushed a second later and her husband sauntered into the bedroom from their en suite, his erection tenting his sleeping pants. 

Instead of circling to his side of the bed, Tom approached hers, smiling widely.

"Nice to see sleeping beauty is finally awake," he teased, "We were starting to feel left out." Ann giggled, even as she realized he meant to have sex. And that she was anything but aroused at the thought of it. And that she could not have him do oral sex, since she had not really cleaned up. She sat up, clutching the sheet to her chest and putting a hand on his abdomen, stopping his climbing onto the bed. 

"Wait!" she protested, "Go start the coffee, let me pee." He made a brief show of considering her request, then turned and padded down the unlit hallway toward the kitchen. Ann waited until she was confident he was not going to turn around with some quip or witticism before she jumped up and hurried into the bathroom. She examined her chest critically, remembering the sharp pain of Angel biting her nipple. But there was no sign. There was some matting of her carefully manicured pubic hair, and she wondered whether shaving bare would be safer, but she felt more like a woman with the thin line of pubic hair. 

And she had showered at the club, she reminded herself. Satisfied there was no tell tale mark, she refocused, intent on being adequately aroused, since the thought of sex with her husband was not providing that spark. She set a finger against her clit, settling on the toilet, and closed her eyes as she began to relieve herself, remembering the sensation of not one, but two cocks fucking into her a few hours before.

Her nipples immediately began to stiffen, almost as quickly as the bead of her clit, which swelled, a palpable bead against the pad of her gently massaging index finger. Her arousal was immediate and profound, which was a relief, since at that moment there was a knock on the door.

"Coffee's perking," Tom announced through the door, "You about ready?" Ann forced a smile, snatching three or four squares of toilet paper off of the roll to wipe before she stood, flushing the toilet simultaneously. 

"Almost, baby," she answered, pausing to wash her hands. She left the robe she had grabbed off of the back of the bathroom door on the floor, assuming Tom would be waiting at the threshold. When she opened the door, though, she found he had gone back to the bed. Working to maintain her arousal, she pivoted sideways in the doorway, giving him only a profile view as she pointed her toes, lifting the leg nearest her husband, and pressing it against the outside of the door jamb, bracing her knee against the white painted wood. 

"Damn," Tom murmured, "A private dance for me?" Ann giggled, letting her shoulders fall back so that her hair hung freely. "You deserve it, baby," she told him, "I wanted to be home sooner last night so we could have fun then too, but Les kept some of us late." She stopped, remembering she had mentioned drinks with Hillary the night before. Tom did not seem to hear what she was saying, or he did not really care; his eyes were fixed on her body and she released the frame and stalked toward him, biting her lower lip suggestively. The ability to with a twitch of a hip or wink of an eye dominate a man—even one who had seen all of her day in and day out and in all of her moods—gave Ann a real jolt of excitement. That power added to her arousal. 

She did not stop in front of where her husband was seated on the bed, watching her. Instead, she brought her right hand up, as if to brace herself on his shoulder. She pushed, though, and Tom dropped back onto his back, letting his wife climb up over his body. 

"You were asking if I was ready," she purred, batting her eyes suggestively, "What do you think?" As she spoke, her left hand found her husband's right, bringing it to her sex. She moaned theatrically as he curled two fingers up into her. Tom smiled, nodding. He seemed unable to speak. But he began to work his fingers in and out, applying pressure to the top of Ann's sex. "Mmm," she praised, shifting higher, bringing her sex directly above her husband's eager cock. 

Ann reached down, catching hold of him, and spread her knees on the bed, lowering her pelvis until his tip was against her spread inner labia and his probing fingers. He pulled his hand away, catching her hip. She settled lower, feeling him push inside of her. Ann stopped, "Hmm, baby?" she shimmied her hips. Tom groaned, hands pulling at her hips, hungry to drive into her fully. "Yesss!" Ann husked as she sank onto him fully. Dimly aware that might be a different response, she arched her back, wincing as if there was discomfort. And despite her real arousal, she was keenly aware that there would be if it was Jacen beneath her. 

She used that, letting the thought of Jacen thrusting into her push her arousal higher. Beneath her Tom was panting. She knew he was close, whined at the certainty she was not going to get off. She tried to slow their coupling, but Tom was humping up at her madly. 

"Wait," she pressed a hand against his chest, "Slow down baby, I'm..." Tom groaned, and held his ass off of the mattress as he finished up inside of her. Ann cried out, letting her shoulder jerk as she feigned a mutual orgasm. As he quieted, she rolled to her left, toward the pillows, and lifting her legs, slipped one of them beneath her ass. The awareness she was playacting to deceive her husband made her blush, but it did not stop her. 

"Got me too excited with that teasing," Tom managed as he calmed, stilly on his back beside her. He lifted his head, looking at her intently, "It was... enough for you?" Ann smiled, pressing a hand against her stomach as if quieting fluttering muscles. 

"Oh God yes, baby," she purred, arching her back, then pressing it flat again, and lifting her ass, "Maybe that will do it..." Tom smiled as he sat up.

"Babe," he shook his head, "I think we're behind the curve now." She was surprised that he was aware of her cycle; he had never really seemed to think about it before, had he? She shrugged.

"Hon," she scolded gently, "It can happen anytime from day 1 to day 28." Tom rolled his eyes, but did not argue. The discussion reminded her she needed to take her pill. During the week Tom was gone, so it was no problem, but today...

"Coffee?" her husband asked, standing up and padding toward the doorway, relieving Ann over how she would surreptitiously take the hormones. 

"Sounds great," she barely waited for him to be out of the room before she stood up, hurrying to the closet and her purse. She dug through, finding the plastic wheel after too many seconds. She nearly ran back to the bed while trying to free one of the tiny tablets from the foil, but held up, scolding herself for her carelessness. The pill came free and she thrust the case back deep in her purse, then swallowed the pill dry as she rushed back to the bed. 

Reclaiming her position on the pillow, Ann nearly relaxed, musing whether she could reach the television remote in her position, but abruptly remembered she had been standing in her closet for a couple minutes. She reached down, finding Tom's fluids had oozed out onto both of her inner thighs. She wiped at both incautiously, looking about... Tom would wonder if she washed the sheets... the Kleenex were too far away... 

Ann brought her cum smeared hand to her mouth, reluctantly licking her skin clean. She winced at the salty taste, thinking 'no wonder I never blow him,' before she froze, acutely aware that she did blow Jacen... and whorishly welcomed his jism. Her recollection was of it tasting... Her clit twitched as she admitted it was delicious. Ann pressed her just cleaned hand against her sex, wondering if it was the greater volume... because Jacen came so much more than Tom... As did Billy. And Angel, for that matter. 

More than a little aroused at the thinking, and simultaneously ashamed at what she was thinking in her marital bed, Ann resisted the urge to play with herself. She wanted to cum, but knew Tom would be back any minute, and doubted he would miss what that meant if he caught her. So she focused on her breathing, and it was with only a flicker of guilt that she found herself remembering that she would be dancing again that night, and could really get off after work

***

It was a relief when Ann was finally able to go to work. Tom was nearby and unfailingly attentive, which made her feel more guilty, even while she repeatedly found herself fantasizing about sex with Jacen after her shift. It was different from the arousal she had enjoyed after she had started stripping—that excitement she had eagerly shared with Tom. She told herself she should do just that, but it felt like another betrayal. 

So she was distant, which of course he noticed, asking repeatedly if she was all right, or if something was bothering her, or if she needed anything. Frankly, it made Ann want to scream. Did he suspect what she was doing? Was it obvious after all? No, the easy way he looped an arm around her waist as they walked through the neighborhood was proof enough he was ignorant of her behavior. 

She picked at her salad at lunch, prompting his concerns for she and 'the baby's' health. By his attention she knew he was hoping she would have news for them on that front, and bitterly wondered if he was so anxious for her to have to stop working at the club. And immediately thereafter she was struggling not to burst into tears while admitting all that she had done to ruin their hopes at having a family. 

Unsettled at her own fluctuating moods, and that she had even considered telling Tom, she begged off his offer to drive her to the club, suggesting he see if someone from work wanted to go out to the bar to watch a game or see a 'tits and fast cars' movie. He had hinted at coming to the club, and Ann quickly pointed out she would be busy since it was the weekend, and suggested he come on a Wednesday instead, so she could sneak him back into the private booths. 

That had been a mistake, as he had immediately asked if Chris Stone was wrong—was there sex in the Champagne room—and she had rolled her eyes, reminding him he had been to the club, and that there were police working as security. Then she had pouted that apparently he did want her to consider breaking the rules with him if it was slow some week night. 

Leslie was grouchy, which was unusual. Ann wondered if she had done something wrong—did the club owner know what she had done with Jacen and Angel the night before? When the girls were settled for the usual notes, the reason for his mood quickly became obvious. The city's vice force, under the mayor's 'clean sweep' program had officers that visited the city's strip clubs. And they often brought city inspectors along. Leslie reminded the girls to answer any questions that were asked, but warned against offering any additional information. 

And of course, the dancers were going to have to follow the letter of the law. They could be topless, but not if they were in contact with the customers. Leslie pointed to a box full of scarves, which the girls could use to cover their breasts while collecting one's from the men along the rail. One of the girls asked if the privates were going to be closed, and the club owner snorted, telling the assembled strippers if the city allowed it he would never close. 

"There are always horny guys without a prayer of female company, whether the economy is up or down," he reminded them, "But don't give them any reason to fine us or shut us down, all right?" Ann found herself worried about what that meant, and timidly raised her hand. Leslie ignored her, though, "It's been awhile since we had visitors like this, so I'll let you get to the dressing room earlier tonight... rookies, listen to what your... more seasoned dancers have to say." And then he was gone. 

The women got up, talking among themselves. When Ann admitted to Hilary she did not understand why it was a big deal, the petite dancer stopped in obvious shock.

"They could close us down, girl," she popped her gum for emphasis, "Or fine us. And if Les pays, we pay."

"She's right," Amanda, another of the dancers who had been at the club for a long time agreed, "So don't screw up and show your coochie when you're dancing. Don't take your top off during lap dances. And if they ask, even if they sound concerned about you and your well being, don't mention anything about drugs or sex or your usual routine." Ann nodded her head, hoping she could remember everything.

"But why's Les so grouchy?" she persisted.

"You're joking," Amanda snorted, then shook her head, "Wait 'til you see your take at the end of the night. Guys don't pay when you don't show them everything and let them grope your tits during a lap dance. Guys who aren't fantasizing about sex with us don't drink as much. And guys who worry about a mass shutdown don't even come on the nights Five Oh is in the house."

"How do they know?" Ann was puzzled. She could understand the club would be making less, as well as she and the other dancers, and that sucked. But if they knew in advance and it was not a frequent interruption. 

"Oh, the cops release a schedule," Amanda said, rolling her eyes, "Nothing like sneaking up on the bad guys." 

"The most aggressive guy I've ever done a lap dance for is a vice cop," another of the dancers, Gabi added, "If he's here this time I'm going home early." Ann had not noticed, but there were several girls missing. She pointed it out.

"Some of us have records," Hilary shrugged, "So they just skip when Five Oh is here."

"I get it," Ann was not sure why she felt so angry at what they were discussing, "I just mean how do they know?"

"Oh," Gabi bobbed her head in recognition, "Didn't you see the lights over the side door from the parking lot?" Ann frowned, trying to remember. The lights were on—they were always on. They seemed a bit brighter maybe, now that she thought about it, even in the afternoon sunlight. 

"The bulbs are blue," Amanda explained, "Get it?" Ann nodded, though she was not one hundred percent sure. She was embarrassed to admit anything. Gabi rolled her eyes.

"Blue, you know... like cops' uniforms." Ann nodded again, but still was not sure she understood. "Geez, girl... it warns the customers there are police here."

"But Jacen's here most nights," Ann argued, "So there's always police here." Hilary snorted.

"There's police, and there's police, Ann," she shook her head, "He isn't vice." 

"The guys vice uses aren't always vice," Gabi said knowingly. She waggled a finger at Ann, "It doesn't really matter so long as you don't do your patented sex on stage act tonight." Ann blushed, but she did not argue, following the others into the dressing room to get ready.

The night was a waste. The wait staff were not smiling. The bartenders were not gossiping with customers, the dancers, or each other. The crowd was thin, fewer patrons than they usually saw on a week night and the guys were quiet, even along the rail. Only a few were bothering with lap dances. The girls did not bother with their own routines, just spinning and gyrating to a playlist Deon was running. And the tips were bad. Ann wondered if she would have $100 by the night's end. 

She and the other girls were dancing enough. With several girls missing the rotations were shorter, and since no one was using the privates, by 11 most were just lounging in the dressing room between sets. It was telling that Les did not demand the girls come out to work the floor. 

There was a bachelor party or two, of course, and after her last set before midnight, Didi, one of the waitresses, poked her head into the dressing room, telling Ann she had been 'requested.' She nervously put on a bikini and a covering T, before slipping into her heels and following Didi to the group in question. They were not regulars, and apparently had decided on Ann based on her last decidedly blasé set. 

The groom to be was barely conscious, he was so drunk, but that did not keep him from beginning to paw at Ann the moment she straddled his thighs. She caught his hands, scolding him, and when he persisted, she cleared her throat to catch the entire party's attention.

"Guys, we want you to have fun, but you can't do that," she scolded, and before someone could argue, she pointed toward the pinched, waxy skinned man seated in the first row of seats away from the stage. It helped that one of the dancers had pointed him out to Ann between sets, but he stood out regardless—he was paying the dancer no attention, instead eyeing the room. "And it's not just the bouncers you have to watch out for tonight," she gestured toward the plain clothes vice officer, "If you don't behave yourselves Vice will take you in tonight." She smiled at the surprised looks on the party goers faces, "That wouldn't be a very good call home, now, would it?"

That killed the group's interest in any more lap dances. She thanked the groom, wished him a happy marriage, and was wandering through the sparse crowd toward the curtain, wondering why so many husbands to be felt compelled to hang out at a strip club, when a nasal voice caught her attention.

"... I said Miss?" Ann blinked, realizing the vice officer was speaking to her. She knew he had talked to several of the other girls, and had fervently hoped he would ignore her. She smiled automatically, but knew that her gaze kept skittering away from his.

"Yes?" she stopped, checking that she was not exposing a nipple or too glaring a camel toe. 

"Do you have a minute?" She shrugged, 

"That's why I'm here," she pointed toward one of the many empty booths farther from the stage. "I can give you a lap dance if you would like. It'll be..."

"No, no, no," the man seemed amused, "I'm afraid I'm here on official business."

"Trust me," Ann rolled her eyes theatrically, "All of you guys are here on business." Her bad joke was ignored. 

"I help regulate the dance clubs in the city," he sounded more imperious than his position warranted, Ann thought, then remembered he could ticket them, close them down... arrest her. 

"Oh, all right," Ann paused, wondering if she should admit she knew 'someone' was there. "I don't suppose you have any proof?" she asked instead. The man pursed his lips, then pulled the right label of his threadbare gray jacket away from his thin chest, revealing his badge, where it hung on the inside pocket. Ann nodded, "I can talk to you if you want," she gestured to the back again, "But not up here where it may interfere with people watching the dance, officer?" 

"Levy," the man got up, and Ann wondered how he could have such a beer gut—he looked pregnant. "Let's find a table, then." 

"Would you like a drink?" Ann asked, then leaned close, whispering, "What's going on? Is there some problem I should know about?" The man's thin lips disappeared as he frowned, looking around the room rather than at Ann. 

"How long have you been dancing here?" he asked, even before they had sat down. Ann shrugged.

"A few months." The man nodded.

"Thought you were new here." He leaned close to her after looking about conspirationally, "So is there anything I should know about?"

"I don't know what you mean," Ann shook her head, "I mean there are some guys get handsy once in awhile, but the bouncers take care of that. 

"No," Levy- Ann wondered if that was his first or last name—shook his head, "But have you seen anyone selling drugs?" Ann shook her head, glad it was an honest answer to start, "Using drugs?" 

"Some of us girls have diet drugs," she offered. Levy shook his head.

"Any of the girls turning tricks?" Ann snorted.

"Where would that happen?" she asked, "There aren't really private rooms... there's only a curtain in the rooms back there so the bouncers can help us if there's a problem." 

"I'd heard you were making guys cum just watching you dance." Ann blinked in surprise at the police officer's crude suggestion. She blushed, but the professional smile did not waver.

"Well, I have some fans," she shrugged, "And I guess some guys don't have much control. But I'm not sure that's a crime." She was slightly alarmed he knew so much about her dancing in the club. Did he know there was sex for money? "I'm sorry," she shrugged, "But I only started doing when there weren't other jobs to cover the rent. I'm certainly not interested in having sex for money. I wouldn't even know how to go about it, would I?"

"Well," Levy considered, I guess I don't have any other questions, then." Ann nodded, smiling again as she stood up. He caught her wrist, though, and she saw his eyes fix on her wedding ring. "If you ever see anything that worries you, though, let me know," he held her gaze for a moment, then held up a card in his other hand, "And watch just what you're doing on stage... It would be a shame to have to take you in... have you call your husband to make bail..."

"My husband knows what I do," Ann said through clenched teeth, "And he knows he can trust me." She glared at the vice cop, "And threats like that can't get you much cooperation." The cop did not answer. He just eyed her ring again, then shook his head, sitting back in the chair. His pointedly shifted his attention to the rest of the club, and Ann took that to mean she was dismissed. Still seething, she crumpled the card he had given her, hurling it into his lap and stalked away. She was not smiling as headed for the curtains and the safety of the dressing room, angrily asking herself how he could imply she was doing something wrong. She did not think about how badly she had already betrayed her husband's trust until she was nearly off of the main floor, but at the thought an involuntary sob threatened to escape her throat. She brought a hand to her mouth, pulling up short, horrified at herself, now, as well. 

Ann looked around, and to her shock, she saw that officer Levy was watching her. Looking away too quickly, the addled wife changed course, skirting Les' table in her path to the bar.

"Give me a drunk cranberry," she told Justin. 

"Whose tab?" he asked, since the drinks usually went on a patron's tab. 

"Levy's," Ann answered automatically, "That asshole's why I'm having a drink." Justin did not argue, serving Ann a glass with barely any cranberry. Ann winced at how strong it was, but after another glance at the Vice cop, she tossed back nearly half of the glass. She rested a hand on the bar, scolding herself for letting him get to her. 

"You all right, Bae?" Ann startled, looking to the end of the bar where Jacen had just appeared at her elbow. She instinctively looked back, worried Justin might somehow know... She relaxed, seeing the barkeep was at the other end, serving several customers. 

"Hey, Jacen," she motioned with her chin toward Levy, who had another dancer occupied where she had left him, "Someone you know?" 

"Levy?" the big cop snorted, "The perv's been in Vice for something like a decade. If there's a guy here who'd take advantage of women for his own ends, it's him." Ann nodded. That was the perfect description of him, she thought after their brief exchange. 

"Hadn't seen you tonight," Ann said, trying not to come across as too anxious, even though just being close to him had her more than slightly aroused. "I wondered if you were off."

"Well, there's not much need for us tonight," Jacen waved a hand around the room, "But sometimes it's nice to come in just like any other guy, you know? Enjoy ourselves." Ann blinked, and realized for the first time that the man standing almost shyly behind the big bouncer was with him.

"Oh," she stepped away, looking around again, and feeling a shameful relief when the bartender seemed unaware they were at the other end of his bar. "I... I'll let you enjoy yourselves." She meant to go to the dressing room, but Jacen caught her arm. The contact with his skin left the housewife fully aroused and unable to focus. 

"Whoa," Jacen's voice seemed to vibrate inside of her. "You saying you don't want to," he shifted his hips just slightly, but impossibly suggestively, Ann thought, frantically looking around again, "dance?"

"Vice is here," Ann hissed, shocked at what he was suggesting, "Hilary said they could close us down."

"For having fun?" Jacen snorted derisively, "We aren't doing drugs. Have I paid you for sex?" Ann blushed, shaking her head, and looking away at the thought that she would pay him to fuck her. "Are we having sex in public?" She shook her head again. "Well shit," he snorted, "I don't know what ol' Levy would be able to do, 'less he wanted to join in." Ann wrinkled her nose, honestly disgusted at the thought. 

"So I guess you can be in the privates at close?" Ann nodded before she really thought about it. Jacen smiled broadly, and Ann's reaction at having pleased him should have alarmed the married stripper. "See, John," for the first time the cop said anything to his guest, "I told you she'd be interested." The man swallowed, bobbing his head and smiling. He was staring at her breasts, but considering how obvious her nipples were against the fabric, Ann could not really blame him.

"Need anything, Ann? Jacen?" She blanched, surprised that Justin was back down at their end of the bar. Flustered, she held up her empty glass, and he took it without a word, making her a second. She wondered what he had heard, but there was nothing in his expression when he handed her the new drink. She smiled and thanked him, tentatively patted Jacen on the bicep, and careful not to look over at officer Levy, hurried off of the floor for the safety of the dressing room. 

Her next dance, Ann found it hard not to grind against the pole, she was still so hot from the exchange with Jacen. And the stiff drinks were not hurting, either; they effectively kept her from having second thoughts about cheating on Tom again with Jacen and yet another man, and instead amplified her focus on the promise of the sexual release that seemed to have taken over her will. 

Her dancing was... sufficiently aggressive that patrons at the rail were paying more attention, offering five spots rather than the ones that had been the staple earlier in the night. And Ann played it to the edge, tugging at her thong bottoms as she hung from and spun around the pole. She let her gaze settle on officer Levy as she pulled the bottoms tight, emphasizing her labia through the fabric, generating an obvious 'camel toe.' 

Smiling at the rapt attention she had from the vice detective, she pointedly strutted away from the pole to the edge of the stage, barely covering her bared breasts with the shimmering scarf each dancer was carrying for that specific purpose as she collected bills from the more lively crowd. She paused at the end of the stage, tossing a haughty look at Levy before letting the scarf flutter away as she pirouetted back to the pole, using the momentum she had built to spin up high on the brass, and sliding down head first so that she came to rest on the stage at the same moment the last song ended. 

Aware that there was more applause and cheering than there had been any time during the rest of the night, she paused part way through the curtains and shimmied her hips, showing her firm ass off for the crowd. She was tempted to look back at the vice cop, as if to taunt him for watching her instead of pretending he was above sexual attraction or the heavy flirtation that was the norm in the strip club. Instead, she chose to ignore his presence entirely. 

"Damn, girl," Hilary smiled at her wolfishly, "That's like waving a red cape at a bull." Gabi was leaning on the petite auburn haired stripper and nodded her head in agreement.

"Careful with that new girl," she warned, "Levy's been doing this a long time. He knows how to make you pay without making it look like he's after you." 

"He's afraid of how women make him feel," Ann countered, giggling, "It was fun teasing him... teasing them all," she admitted, "Making them wonder if I would step over the line." The other women shrugged, and Gabi stepped up to watch the stripper who had followed Ann's performance. 

"Well, you made it a harder set for Kelli," the more experienced dancer pointed out before Ann had gotten out of the passage way and into the dressing room. Ann paused. She had not considered that. Part of her wanted to argue that Kelli could shake her ass more enthusiastically, too, if she was worried about it. But she did not want to have problems with the dancers... Hilary knew what she had done, and it would only take one angry fellow dancer to cause real problems...

"I'll share my tips from that set," she said, flopping heavily into her seat and waving at Rachael, one of the barmaids considering making the transition to performer. The curly haired waitress spent much of her shift getting drinks for the dancers. "I'd like another drunk cranberry, Rach," she pointed at the empty tumbler on her make up table. 

While she waited, Ann considered going out, guessing there would be customers who wanted a lap dance. She giggled, wondering if officer Levy might want one. Having some drunk perv try to grope her so late in the night, though, might cause more problems, and Les was not sending anyone after her, so she sat, listening to the other dancers talk about what they had done that day and planned for the rest of their non-working weekends. And she told herself to take it easy on the drink, knowing she was already a little tipsy. She joked with the other girls, agreeing that the next shift would have to be better, assuming Vice wasn't there as a buzzkill. 

She was surprised when Rachel reappeared with a second fresh drink as her next spot in the rotation came up. 

"Les says to skip you," the young hang around said, "Kelli, you're next." The mousy dancer did not seem upset about the change, but then she already knew she was getting some of Ann's tip money, so why would she be angry. 

"Does Les want some company?" Ann asked Rachel, because the club owner liked having one or two of the dancers in his booth. She sometimes wondered why he had not asked her to sit with him, but assumed it was because of Tom. She looked at the clock, "It's after one?" Rachael shook her head, stepping close to Ann.

"Jacen said you'd know," she almost whispered. Ann felt her eyes go wide, and consciously kept herself from responding for a moment as she looked around the room, but none of the other dancers seemed to be listening. 

"Oh yeah, his friend wanted a private, I almost forgot," she hoped she sounded convincing, and stood up, not wanting to answer any questions. She knew she should be embarrassed at how excited she was, but could not keep from hurrying down the dimly lit back hallway to the private's corridor. 

She pulled up short, though, at the hidden rear doorway. For some reason she really did not want Mitch to see her sneaking into... but she did not know in which room Jacen and John were waiting. She was relieved to see it was Dean... well, not relieved, exactly, but...

She realized that only one of the dim red lights tucked high above the booths was lit—another mark of just how slow the night was, thanks to Levy. Keeping to the shadows, so that Dean might miss her slipping through the curtain, Ann turned, minimizing even the swing of the heavy velvet drapes, and backing into the booth. 

John was there when she turned. Ann paused, making sure that was the name Jacen had used. The man was reclining, staring at her openly, not so differently than he had by the bar, she thought with a smile. The music was already playing, and Ann decided there was no harm in dancing for the bouncer's friend while they awaited his arrival. She giggled, admitting to herself that soon enough she would be doing more than a lap dance. 

Swaying seductively to the beat of the music, Pink, she realized, belatedly, but not something she knew, Ann stepped forward until she was astraddle John's thighs. He was staring at her chest, and she wasted no time peeling her top off, and then shimmying her shoulders and watching the man's eyes move back and forth in time with her unfettered breasts. 

She bent her knees, letting him support some of her weight as she began to move her hips from side to side. She brought an arm up, resting the wrist on John's shoulder. She licked her lips, looking at him until his eyes came up to meet hers. She held his gaze as she reached down with her free hand to tweak her right nipple, then let her eyes drift down to his crotch. 

Pink was beginning the chorus as the married stripped began to pump her hips suggestively, each forward thrust moving her closer to John's crotch. 'When it's late at night, and you're fast asleep, I let my fingers do the walking...' Ann wondered if she had really heard that right. She giggled amazed yet again at the songs available in the back rooms. By the end of the chorus, Ann's breasts were rubbing against John's polo, her nipples fully erect at the friction and the reminder of what was to come. She ground her sex against his, feeling his erection pressing against her. 

Leaning forward, Ann let her hair cascade down, onto and behind John's head, and groaning softly. It was a maneuver she knew could finish a guy off during a lap dance. John's hands had come up, gripping her ass, pulling her against him. She leaned back, opening the space between their chests and increasing the pressure at her crotch. 

"Mmm," she purred, and then gasped as John's lips found her right nipple and began to suck. She shivered, remembering the night Jacen had done that... and that soon her big black lover would be thrusting that amazing cock into her once again. 'I'm almost there, then you turn and look at me...' Eyes closed, Ann was riding John's cock, hungry for more. When he pushed her away she blushed, aware she had been fantasizing about Jacen's arrival. 

"Sorry," she mumbled, shifting back. She looked down at the wet spot she had left on John's pants. He reached down, she thought to wipe at the smear of her excitement. Instead, he pulled his zipper down, then unbuttoned his jeans. She could see he wore print boxers, which had a wet spot of their own from his own arousal. He was still pushing at her, and Ann stood, still astraddle his legs. John took his hand off of Ann's bare midriff. As she looked down, still swaying to the music, he lifted his hips, hooking his thumbs into the waist band of his pants and underwear, and pushing them down to his knees. Ann found her eyes fixed on his erection... and the knowledge that another man not her husband was about to have her somehow spurred her excitement. 

'I press record, I become a fiend...' She reached down, hand closing around him, and wanked up and down, while using her free hand to tweak her love hardened nipple. John's gaze came up from watching her wank him to her bare chest. 

"I, uh, couldn't let you keep doing that," John told her sheepishly. Ann eased back off of John's lap, dragging his pants along until they fell of their own weight to his ankles. She still held his erection in her hand, and had considered moving forward instead to truly ride him. But as her fingers worked up and down his shaft, she had realized he was not that big... Barely longer than Tom. She looked back at the curtain; still no Jacen. 

And then Ann knew what he was waiting for; she remembered starting with Angel before the bouncer had taken her the last time. She shivered in anticipation as she dropped to her knees between John's , his pants and boxers trapped beneath her. Pulling his cock away from his paunch, Ann leaned forward and ran her tongue teasingly around its crown. 

"Ohh!" John groaned, hand grasping the arms of the plush chair, his pelvis rising. Ann let the head of his cock slip between her lips, but raised her head, keeping him from getting any deeper. She swirled her tongue around his glans, sucked lightly, then released him with a noisy 'plop.' She looked up at him, holding his gaze as she licked from the base to the tip, then engulfed just the head again. His eyes flickered closed, hands coming up and tangling in her hair. 

Ann shimmied her hips, hoping Jacen had slipped into the booth. Reaching back with her right hand, she pulled her panties aside, baring her dripping seam. She stopped teasing John, dropping slowly to the root of his cock, tongue working and sucking at him hard the entire stroke and back before releasing him again. His groan was almost a whine, and instead of trying to choke her with his cock, his hands were actually pushing at her. She paused, looking up at him, and licked her lips. 

"Mmm, that tastes so good, honey," she purred, still shimmying her hips. "Do you like that?" John nodded. He seemed to have forgotten how to talk. "I'm so wet," she husked, "Do you want me to stop?" John shook his head frantically. Ann giggled, licked at the bottom of his cockhead, and then engulfed him once again. As she dove fully onto him, she reached down between her legs, teasing her aroused clit. God she wanted Jacen inside of her. She spread her labia, tilting her pelvis in an open invitation while bobbing on John's cock, sucking at him hungrily. 

Frustrated, she went back to frigging her buzzing clit, the excitement she felt pushing her to suck harder and faster. She was close to an orgasm playing with herself when John groaned again, and without warning began to cum, spuming into her mouth. Ann froze, swallowing automatically. And then again. But then John was done. She sucked at him slowly as she backed off, cleaning him the way Jacen liked. She sat up, smiling at John, who was panting, staring up at the ceiling. Feeling ignored, Ann was tempted to lean back down and nip at his shriveling manhood. 

She looked back, and was surprised that it was still just the two of them. Feeling suddenly out of place... or at least too naked to be there with a man she did not really know, Ann reached down, pulling the narrow crotch of her thong back into place. She reached for her top at the same time that John hurriedly began to pull his pants up. He seemed as nervous as she felt, and without waiting for her nearly bolted from the room, going straight through the curtain. Ann was torn between hurrying after him—the dancers were supposed to stay with the customers all the way back out to the main floor—and making sure she did not have a bare breast hanging out. Or more importantly a streamer of jism on her cheek. She wiped at her face, checked that her halter top was on the right way, and that her thong was in place. The wet spot would not show. 

'Right there on the TV screen, on the TV...' The song ended, and Ann blinked, had they only been there for four or five minutes?! Then the track began again, and she reached over, finding the 'stop' button. She paused, looking around the room, making sure there was no evidence of what they had done. Tom's suggestion he might come to the club sprang to mind, and she was suddenly anxious. And still horny, she realized... she had not climaxed while she was taking care of Jacen's friend. 

She was so addled, Ann nearly missed the glint of silver on the small table beside the plush chair where John had been sitting. She picked it up. It was not silver at all, but a silver colored plastic coin of some sort. It was heavier than the poker chips they had at home. On one side the club logo was embossed. On the other side, an old English style J was etched. For John.

Ann guessed it was some sort of memento, maybe a worry stone. She knew some of the dancers had Dzi beads, something she had never seen before. She rushed out of the booth, meaning to catch up to John to return it to him. She paused in the dark hallway, though, remembering the possibility Tom might be out on the main floor. And she decided that she really did not want to ask Dean about a customer leaving the privates unescorted. Or draw officer Levy's attention. 

Instead, she palmed the coin and turned away from the main floor, taking the back hallway to the dressing room. After all, she could give it to Jacen when he turned up. She paused at that thought, pressing her thighs together in a vain attempt to deny or quench the need she still felt. 

Trying to look nonchalant, she went to her station and flopped into the chair. Without really thinking about why she was careful not to let any of the other girls see the coin, letting it drop into her bag and then rummaging through it for a moment, retrieving a bottle of Tylenol as if that had been her intent. She put two of the gel caps into her mouth and picked up the drink that had been left at her station. It was another drunken cranberry, of course, and after she had swallowed the pain killers, she wondered if she was going to be all right to drive home. She set the glass back down, and tried to gossip with the few remaining dancers. 

The music died a few minutes later, and the women uncharacteristically lounging in the back grabbed purses and bags and headed out. Ann followed a few toward the cashier, assuming the rest had already dealt with the night's earnings, or had opted not to worry about it as depressing as the room was going to be. 

Although she knew she had done well in her last set, Ann was surprised at the receipt Tom handed her. Or more accurately, she was surprised that there were four twenty dollar bills clipped under the receipt. 

"I didn't want anything back tonight," she started. Tom was looking at her expectantly. 

"That's not an option," he said after a moment, frowning slightly. Ann opened her mouth to argue, then stopped, puzzled as well. There was a low chuckle behind her, and she turned to see Jacen sauntering down the hall.

"Where were you?" she stopped herself, "I..."

"Missed me?" Jacen winked not at her, but at Mr. Webb. "Sorry, I got tied up." Ann glared at him, but he flexed—not shrugged—and the movement of his shoulder muscles even in the dim light captured Ann's attention. She remembered the way his shoulders bunched as he loomed over her, thrusting into her. Her body responded, and she turned away toward the cashier, wanting to deny the bouncer the pleasure of knowing what effect he had on her, even when she was angry with him. 

"I don't understand, Tom," she started, "I tell you what I want and the rest goes into savings..." 

"The club can't be responsible for your... ancillary earnings," the cashier responded.

"My what?" Ann was puzzled. 

"But you have to return the, uhm, token," Tom prompted. Ann frowned at him, clueless. She started as Jacen dipped his hand into her purse.

"What are you?!" He withdrew his hand, holding the silver coin, "How did you?!" She watched in puzzlement as Jacen handed the coin to Mr. Webb.

"Well, you don't have any pockets," the bouncer said quietly into her ear. Tom held a ten dollar bill out to Jacen, which he took while Ann was trying to understand what had happened. She looked back, relieved she had waited to be the last dancer in line. 

"Wasn't that John's?" she asked Jacen as they moved past the window toward the exit.

"What?" Jacen's eyes threatened to distract her. 

"That coin. I thought John left it." She tried to remember if she had ever seen any of the other dancers turning coins in to Mr. Webb. "I was going to give it to you to get it back to him."

"Was he that good?" Jacen's tone sounded teasing.

"What?" Ann rolled her eyes, "No. He didn't last an entire song. And he ran out before I could do more than blow him. And you didn't show up for the fun." 

"Well it's a good thing you didn't fuck him," Jacen scolded, "That's a gold token." Ann nodded her head and took two more steps before stopping dead in her tracks. Her shock was so great even the broad contact with his body as he ran into her did not register. 

"What?" she spun, eyes wide with horror. Jacen winked. 

"See, tricking isn't that bad," he told her quietly, "You even did it with Vice in the building, you're so hot."

"Oh. My. God..." Ann was having difficulty breathing, "I... You... I didn't... You don't mean... I don't want to..." She shivered, "Was his name even John?" Jacen snorted.

"Ironic, isn't it?" he shook his head, "I owed him, so he got to be the first to try my new best girl." Ann shuddered at that.

"Your... Oh my God. But I just... I mean you and me are... were... And Billy was just..." 

"Don't forget Angel," Jacen scolded, "He would be disappointed if he thought you didn't remember enjoying him."

"I did... I mean I didn't forget," Ann put a hand out on the wall, since the hallway seemed to be spinning, "Were they all... Was I a whore for them?" Jacen snorted again.

"Hell, no! They're my friends. That was just fun. And there'll be plenty more fun." Ann shook her head. She pulled her purse around between them, backing away from the big bouncer horrified at what she had learned. She stopped, looking around the dark hall as it finally registered.

"And Les knows... The club is a front for... prostitution," the last word was a whisper. Jacen did not bother denying it.

"And like I said, even with Vice in the building. It's fool proof. Les' token system took the heat off of the club. It's why he can refuse to pay Levy and the inspector." He cocked his head, "Now where do you think you're going, sugar?" Ann was shaking her head. "What, you're not interested in having a little fun? In getting off? I know you didn't with your customer." Ann flinched at that. She gagged, wishing she could vomit, remembering that she had swallowed John... the man's jism. 

"No!" she said hoarsely, "It's awful... I don't want to be a whore." Jacen's hand caught her purse, yanking her close, the index finger of his free hand pressed tight against her lips.

"Don't!" he warned, "It's a great system, but loose lips sink ships, remember?" Ann's eyes were wide again, with fear. While she had seen Jacen protect her, she had never stopped to consider he could be dangerous. She nodded her head frantically. 

"I'm sorry," she said, more quietly, "But I can't do... this. You know I can't." Jacen shook his head.

"Oh no," he said earnestly, "I know you're hooked, baby girl." Ann shook her head fervently. "You don't know it yet... Well, at least you're denying it," she glared at him, and he laughed, "Oh, I remember the way you cum on my cock, little slut," she blushed, but could not deny it.

"See," he continued, "It's really simple... We both know you need my cock. And I'll be honest, I don't know that I've ever gotten off like I do with you," he pursed his lips, "But I don't 'need' it. Not like you do. So if you want to keep enjoying what I have to offer, you're going to keep tricking for me." 

Ann was trembling. She badly wanted to refuse, but found she could not.

"It's okay, little slut," Jacen taunted her, "You're too good on stage to just work the privates. It'll only be special customers."

"I won't," Ann hissed, reaching blindly behind her for the bar to the door, "You can't make me."

"I guess I can't," Jacen sighed, "But this was is so much easier." Ann paused, wondering what he meant about 'this way.' Her breath caught.

"You wouldn't do that!" she implored the bouncer, "You can't tell Tom!" Jacen rolled his eyes.

"Why would I tell Tom," he shook his head as if she was being stupid, "If you want to stay with a guy who can't please you, that's fine." He stepped back, holding his hands up, "Maybe I read you wrong... I'm sorry, Ann, I thought you'd be okay with this, considering how much you were enjoying," he reached down with one hand, opening his zipper, and fishing his impossible cock out. Even in the dimly lit hall, Ann could see it, and could not keep from remembering what it felt like thrusting into her... 

"How well my big black cock makes you cum." Ann licked her lips. "Admit it, you're horny even now." She closed her eyes, hating that he was right. "You want it so bad I could fuck you right here... I could fuck you on the hood of your car." 

"I can't fuck strangers," she begged, "Please."

"Please what?" Jacen took another step back, "Please give you the fucking you need? You know you want it." Ann realized she was nodding. She clenched her teeth.

"Can't we..." she sucked in a breath, "Can't we please... just you and me... And your friends, when you want... That's ok. But I can't..."

"But you can, remember?" Jacen was wanking his cock, which was standing rapidly, "You already have. It wasn't even hard. Didn't take five minutes, you said so yourself... Keep doing it, and," he looked down, "I'm all yours." Ann licked her lips. She knew she should refuse, should bolt to the RAV and never come back. But that would mean never experiencing.

"Please!" she barely kept from dropping to her knees, "I love Tom." 

"Hell, you can love whoever you want," Jacen snorted, "But we both know you love this cock," he let go, the heavy spear falling toward Ann suggestively. "You need it, I can tell," he taunted, her, "C'mon, slut, admit it... You want my cock inside of you now." Ann felt herself nodding. She let her purse fall back to her side, and realized that was why she had not put anything on over her thong. She took a step toward him, hating herself and her need, and simultaneously desperate to feel the pleasure he provided. Jacen started to tuck himself back in.

"Damn, this is such a sad thing," he lamented, "Can't get you off the way you need, since you won't get with the program, baby."

"Don't force me," she whined, "I admit it... I need your cock, please!" Jacen shook his head.

"I ain't forcing you, slut," he corrected her, "Nobody's forcing anyone!" She flinched, wanting to argue. And then her eyes locked on his groin again, and she felt the raw edge of her hunger... Her need. She nodded.

"No one's forcing me," she murmured, lifting her halter top, fingering her rigid nipples, "See? I need it. Please give it to me, baby?" She started toward him, moaning when instead Jacen zipped his jeans. 

"I'm glad we got that straight, slut," he said, "And I want to do what you asked for... I really do. But I can't right now... Gotta make sure you learn your lesson." Ann was considering leaping on him, sure he would not fight. "Go on home to cucky, see if he can get you off," Jacen ordered, "I'll take care of you Wednesday... if you're with us," he adjusted himself, "You know I can help you." And then he pushed past her and through the door, walking out into the parking lot. 

Ann bit her lip, trying not to chase after him. Because she felt with awful certainty that he was going to demand she bend over the hood of her car and beg him to fuck her. And she knew she would, even if there were other people in the parking lot. She whimpered, wondering if she would even if her husband was watching. Glancing back at the light from the cashier window, Ann wondered how she could have been so wrong about the club; about it all. She leaned against the wall, pressing her hand against her damnably aroused sex, and wondered if she could wait until Wednesday...

Next: Blue Eyes Crying...

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