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Final Calling	By : Deadman Category: S through Z > Tru Calling Views: 1377 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Tru Calling, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-First Round
- 2-Last Call
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Author's Note: I had originally intended for this story to be a one shot. Then I came up with the idea for this second chapter, with this serving as the end point. Now having finished this second chapter, I have a third chapter in mind though I don't know if I will in fact write it. So consider this the end unless otherwise posted.

It was all supposed to be over by now, or that was the idea anyway. This was supposed to be a temporary thing. A sacrifice she was willing to make for the greater good. Something she would do just long enough to save a life and then leave it all behind. Do her best to forget about all the compromises she had to make to achieve what she needed to. Not that it would be easy, given all the lines she had to cross with this particular job in order to keep it. From working as a bartender at a strip club, wearing all kinds of skimpy clothes as she served drinks at the customer's requests, to eventually getting up on stage and taking her clothes off for money. Not just once, but eventually doing it full time. All to save a fellow stripper who asked for her help.

She wasn't sure exactly when she started thinking about the girls she worked with as fellow strippers, probably somewhere between the first and the fiftieth time she'd gotten on stage. Although if she were honest with herself, she'd lost count of the number of performances she'd given. They'd all kind've just blurred together at some point, become part of her job. Nothing really special, it was just something she did because she had to. She'd long since gotten used to the idea of taking her clothes off for money on stage every night. So much so that she didn't really feel bothered by all the looks she was getting from customers, or the way they would proposition her pretty regularly.

Part of her even enjoyed it. The attention she was getting when she worked. Maybe it even turned her on a little to be hit on by people who were still into her even though they'd seen her naked on stage more than once. She'd even attracted her own regulars who would pay her lots of money when she performed. Apparently she was pretty popular, given how much they were willing to spend and how many of them there were. It made her one of the star attractions of the club. Getting her stripper name up on the marquee more than once. Which she found out was a pretty big deal from the way her fellow strippers had reacted when it happened. It made for a little friendly rivalry between them.

Where they competed most though was for customers. The more of them you had, the better money you would make, and they all wanted to be making what she was making. But she kept bringing them in which kept her close to the top, if not right on top. Enough that some of the girls would take the champagne room shifts to compensate for whatever they lost from her regulars on stage. All of them knew that was the one thing she didn't do and so it was the one place they didn't have to compete with her for attention.

She'd only done it once, and that was the end of it. And she'd only done it because she had to in order to keep her job and stay close to her charge she was here to save. It was completely off the table for her and everyone knew that. Which might've been part of why she got so popular on stage. Because it was the only place where her regulars could get her. A few of the bolder ones had tried to entice her into it, and they made it pretty tempting, but she wasn't going to go there. She'd crossed that line once and she'd never cross it again.

Tony tried to get her to cross it again more than once, but she just wouldn't budge. They'd made a deal and she was going to hold him to it. That wasn't a part of the job she would do. No matter how much money they'd put on the table for her. It didn't make Tony very happy. He kept pushing and pushing and she kept pushing back. This wasn't going to be a repeat of her bartender job where she kept crossing lines until she gave in. She was sure of that.

After all, it was all supposed to be over by now, or at least that was the idea. So she wouldn't have to hold out much longer before her charge was safe and then she could leave this place and never look back. Forget about it all and go back to her normal life. Even if she wasn't entirely sure that there was such a thing as normal after this job. But she at least had to try. That's what would make all of this worth it in the end.

Of course, it didn't really work out that way.

Tony kept pushing about the whole champagne room thing, using a lot of the same arguments he'd used before. That he was losing money because she wouldn't take them. He wanted her to compromise and she still needed to keep this job to save her charge. So she made what she hoped would be one last concession in a long list of them. She agreed to take more lunch time shifts.

Lunch time shifts are different from the normal evening shifts. Customers who come for lunch don't come for the food. They come for who is serving it to them. Mainly for the strippers that bring out orders after their performances, almost always completely naked or barely dressed depending on what the customer was willing to pay for. So she was not only a stripper but also a server, wearing things like bow ties and nothing else, or a server belt and nothing else, or a combination of both along with other clothing. It all depended on what the customer wanted.

And they definitely got what they wanted, because they had the money to pay for it. Most of them were high powered business people who had the time to hang out in a strip club during the middle of the day entertaining clients. She was part of the entertainment. They made sure to pay enough so that she was. It was her job to keep them and their clients happy. Make them feel special so that they wanted to do whatever the business person wanted them to do. Basically, what they asked for was something pretty to look at. She was nothing if not pretty and after working there for so long, she knew just how much people liked the way she looked.

Something she used to her advantage with the customers she was entertaining. Any time she could, and sometimes just for fun, she would lean in and give them an up close and personal look at her body. Whenever she brought them something, she'd either sit on the table almost like she was on the menu, or lean over it to put as much of herself on display as she can. That seemed to make them happy, and if she were honest with herself, she kinda enjoyed it too. Like the way she was looked at on stage, something about it did it for her, although the fact that it was more exclusive somehow made it more... intimate. She definitely felt a lot more powerful when she did things like that.

Of course, presenting herself like that to her customers gave them a certain impression. Mainly that she was on the menu and it was just a matter of what the price was. Which she hadn't necessarily intended but knew it might end up looking that way. But she held firm on not crossing that line and didn't let the bigger numbers they can afford to pay make her change her mind. This didn't make her as popular, sticking to her principles like that. They weren't as willing to spend on her if she wasn't playing along. She didn't get as good a response from her flirting when they knew it could only go so far. Which made her job a lot harder. She needed to do something to get them thinking she was on the table, or at least willing to play along.

So she started giving them a little more, spending time with them at their table and even sitting in between the clients to get an up close and personal look at what she had. Not that she let them touch her, but it gave them reason to think things might progress even further. And she didn't exactly hate the way it made her feel, being on display with people so close to her. It gave her a sense of power. A sense of control over her situation.

Then the touching began.

Mainly her touching them. A hand on their knee, on their thigh, leaning against them so her chest is right against their body. She figured that was pretty innocent, given the circumstances. That lead to them asking her to touch herself with them so close. Since that didn't cross any lines for her, she was willing to do that... to a point. She traced a finger along her collarbone suggestively, down between her tits and even around her nipples, teasing them and making them hard, much to the delight of the onlookers. But she made sure not to cross that line.

She went so far as to sit in guys' laps when they ask. Wearing almost nothing, she could feel the obvious bulge under their dress pants underneath her. It made her squirm, but they didn't seem to mind at all, in fact they encouraged it as much as possible. Even moved around underneath her just to get her to do it more. That all lead them to jokes about how they should just take it out already and give her a real look at what she's missing. She just played it off, tried to make it like it was no big deal. Which is when another suggestion came to mind.

One of the other girls had caught the eye of the customers. The girl was second only to her in terms of the money she brought in. They suggested her and the other girl get to know each other a little better, in front of them. What was implied was obvious, it was just a question of what they were willing to do for the money on offer. The two of them talked it over, eventually agreeing to certain boundaries of what they would or wouldn't do.

She agreed because the girl they wanted was her charge. They had gotten to know each other over the past few months as she went from bartender to part time and eventually full time stripper. It gave them time to talk, for her to establish trust as a way to get close enough to save her when the time came. That was the idea anyway, now it was being used to get her involved in keeping the customers happy. And with time running short, she figured this might be what she had to save the girl from.

So they spent time together, in the company of guys who clearly wanted to see more than they were giving. But they kept things at a place they were comfortable. Acting all flirty with each other, touching each other skin to skin in all sorts of intimate places. Playfully groping each other's tits, one of them putting their leg over the other's, even giving each other cute little chaste kisses to keep the customers satisfied. Then came the requests for bigger things, like letting them do body shots off their bodies, either with the customers or between the two of them. Things just seemed to escalate in that direction.

But it would all be worth it if she could just keep the other girl with her long enough to pass that fateful night when they were supposed to die. That was the whole point of all of this. She had to stay focused on that to keep it in perspective.

Thankfully, this strategy worked out pretty well for trying to save a life. She managed to stay close to her charge long enough to keep her out of danger. All the time and effort she put into saving this charge had finally paid off. The moral and ethical lines she had to cross just to get to this point. The compromises she had to make. It was all worth it because she did what she came here to do. She saved a life... or so she thought. Like everything that she'd done since this whole thing began, it's a lot more complicated then it seemed.

As soon as she was sure that her charge was safe, she marched into Tony's office to quit. She was actually looking forward to being able to tell the man who was her boss as a stripper to shove it. That she was walking out the door and never coming back. Tony on the other hand, had other plans.

When she went into his office, it was like he was waiting for her. She could see the smile on his face as soon as he saw her. Something told her that he knew she was coming. The way he looked at her made it seem like he knew something that she didn't. Given all the twists and turns this whole situation had made her go through, she should've seen this coming. But she was so focused on the relief of being able to finally get out of this job that she didn't think ahead. And it ended up costing her dearly.

Shortly after she declared her intention to quit, he pulled out a DVD and brandished like a prize. He declared that she isn't going anywhere. Despite her insistence otherwise, he held firm with the idea that she wasn't leaving this job any time soon, and the DVD is why. Although he wouldn't say what was on it. Going back and forth like this for a while, eventually he put the DVD in the player. Moments later, she saw what was on it.

On the big screen, was the champagne room of the club. In the room, Jack was sitting in the booth alone. At least it would if Jack's face wasn't blurred. Tony sped up the footage but she didn't need to see what was on it. She and Scott the bouncer entered and things play out just like she remembered. Except that instead of experiencing it for herself, she watched it from multiple camera angles. He paused the footage on her face as she moans in ecstasy from the pounding Jack is giving her.

It's then that he explains to her that this isn't the only copy but he hasn't given it to anyone... yet. He would however be happy to sell the tape. Especially to make up for any lost revenue he might have if she were to quit. And since she was an employee of the club, knew there were cameras, and did it anyway, there wouldn't be anything she could do to stop him. Of course, if she stuck around then he wouldn't lose any money and he'd have no reason to do it.

The whole thing left her stunned.

She wasn't sure what to do. It wasn't like he'd given her much choice in the matter. He had all the cards and they both knew it. She couldn't let that DVD get out and run the risk that her brother or someone else she cares about might see it. She had to protect them... and herself. There really was only one option.

She went back to work as a stripper.

Despite herself and everything she really wanted, she showed up for her next shift just like normal. Or at least what had become her normal with everything that's happened since this whole thing began. She got back up on stage and performed for whatever customers she had to that day, and the day after, and the day after that. But then things started to change. Things weren't like they were before. Especially when Jack started showing up to enjoy the show. He'd stayed in the shadows for so long, working things from the background so much that she didn't even see anything close to what was going on until that one night where he blindsided her into becoming her first client in the champagne room. Something which is now preserved for all eternity on screen for all to see.

But now he wasn't hiding anymore. He was showing up and sitting front row centre. Even paying her for her time on stage, slipping money into her belt and treating her like the stripper she apparently was now, even if reluctantly. Then it got even worse. Jack started being one of the heavy hitter customers she had to entertain while on the day shifts. Along with some of the people he claimed were friends of his. Paying her to entertain them.

These guys weren't like the others though. They weren't interested in the playful fun she was willing to do before. They wanted more... a lot more. And when she tried to hold the line, things didn't necessarily go very well for her. Particularly when word got back to Tony that she wasn't being as cooperative as they wanted her to be. It was then that he used the DVD again to suggest that she needs to be more willing to play along with the requests of customers.

Like before with quitting her job, there wasn't much she could do to push back. So the only real question was how much she was willing to give and how soon. Before she had the option of believing that there was an end point to all this. That it was all going to be over at some point... but that was no longer the idea. She couldn't be sure she'd ever get out of this. It was no longer about if she would cross the line, but when. Which she tried to delay things as long as possible. To keep what little dignity she had left.

She should've known there was something planned for that too. One night, she was working and someone she wasn't expecting showed up after her shift... her old boss, Davis.

She'd made sure to keep her distance from him ever since this all started going down. Especially since he was partly responsible for the circumstances she now found herself in. If he hadn't paid her for the shifts she hadn't worked, at least the way the city saw it, she might have found her way out of this sooner. Part of her resented him for that, even if she understood why he did it. She didn't want to risk anything happening to him given how unique this all was. He wasn't very happy with the idea, but respected her wishes like he always did. Not to mention he had his own problems thanks to what he did for her. The city wasn't happy with him either. Being seen together, at the strip club she now worked at, would only add to his problems and her own. It was one of the things he always did for her. But now here he was, seeing how far she'd fallen. It wasn't entirely clear when he'd shown up or how long he'd been there, but she'd been on stage a few minutes ago. There was almost no chance he hadn't seen something.

Things escalated from there though. Tony insisted that she needed to keep working. So unless Davis was willing to pay for her services, he couldn't stay. And that lead to her going down a path she never knew she could. She took her closest friend and confidant into the champagne room for a private session. She thought it would just be them talking but Tony insisted that they have Scott the bouncer in the room to protect her. Except the problem was that meant they couldn't just hang out and talk. The little they were able to say to each other was in code, but she was sure things got lost in translation. So much had changed since she last saw him, and he was intimidated by how little she was wearing. She had to give Davis a full show, if not full service like she did to Jack that one time.

It fundamentally changed their relationship that night. Neither of them really understood what it meant. All they were sure of is that nothing was the same. Once she performed for him, he never came back. Not that she ever saw anyway. It's not like their conversation had helped much. She couldn't tell him about the DVD or anything she'd ended up doing since she'd started working here. It was all too much for her to say to anyone.

She'd been completely cut off from everyone and everything she'd ever known.

The only thing she had was the job. Her job as a stripper... something she never thought she'd ever think about herself. But that's what she was now, a stripper. Someone whose job it was to please her customers in whatever way they needed to keep bringing in the money. It was just a question of what she was willing to do for it. And it was more and more clear that she had to do more. So she started doing it.

She started by giving lap dances to customers, grinding herself into the ever present bulge in their pants. Eventually, she'd grab their hands and used them to run along her body while she's sitting on their lap, sometimes letting them get their hands on her tits if they were really good about it or they paid more than the other guys. It all depended on how she felt on the night.

There was a strange sense of power she got from doing that to guys. Making them feel so good without actually crossing that line. But once she got a taste of the power she had, she started to crave a little more. Especially when the power trip and the excitement of giving lap dances got a little boring. She wanted something more and she just wasn't getting it from what she's doing so far. So she figured why not go a little further and see how that worked out.

She started by opening up a guy's pants when giving them a lap dance. Then she pulled them down so she was right up against their underwear, but that lead to some of them not wearing any. She should've stopped it there, pulled back and kept things at a distance... but she didn't. The more that she did, the more power she felt, the more control, something she had lost so much of because of everything that happened. It made her want more.

So she put her hand on a customer's dick, giving it a firm grip and whacking them off. Basically giving them hand jobs, even if it didn't have a happy ending. Although given what she was doing, it was only a matter of time before the guy she did it to couldn't control himself and went off before she could stop it. Rather than getting upset over it though like she should have, she found it kind've a turn on to know that she did it. Instead she just charged extra if the guy couldn't control himself.

Part of her hoped that the extra charge would keep them under control, but it didn't end up working out that way. All it did was make her a lot more popular and get her a lot more money. Which was good for her and for business, but not so good for her drawing lines between what she would or wouldn't do. Once she started giving hand jobs, it was harder to say why she shouldn't do more. They knew she had a price, it was just a question of what she was willing to accept.

And so the game began. The back and forth of them making an offer and her rejecting them. That only made them raise the price. She made sure that it wasn't cheap for them, whatever it is they wanted. Although she still didn't want to cross that final line, she was willing to compromise. Once she was willing to give a hand job, they started suggesting other body parts she could use to get them off. Mainly her mouth and tits.

By that point, she'd gotten so used to the idea of charging for the extra attention she was giving to clients that all she did was set a price. Almost immediately, the customers quickly start to meet it. Which meant she had to give it to them. Despite herself, she didn't actually hate doing it either. Whether the cock was between her tits or her lips, she actually kinda liked giving these guys what they wanted out of her. Plus she figured, as long as she didn't take that final step, maybe this could be enough. She could go this far but not any further.

That's what she wanted to believe anyway.

However, sitting there in Tony's office now, waiting for him to come in, she felt like he had something planned. She wasn't sure what it was, but she knew it was going to be something big. It was also the case that she didn't know whether or not she'd like it. Part of her was worried that she would. She'd learned to enjoy so many things since starting to work here. Things she never thought she would actually like. The question was what he would want her to enjoy next.

It was then that the door opened and Tony walked in. He heads to his desk and sits down without acknowledging her presence. She shifts in her seat at his dismissal of her.

“You... wanted me to come in?”

Tony eventually looks up at her and smiles.

“Yes, thank you for that Shot Glass.”

He always called her by her stripper name when he wanted something.

“What is it?”

“What is what?”

“What do you want?”

“Who says I want anything?”

She glares at him for a while.

“You always want something.”

He just watches her for a while.

“Maybe I just want to congratulate you.”

That makes her cautiously curious.

“Congratulate me for what?”

“For being such a popular employee. You're making so much money these days, it's pretty fantastic. It's like you're making money hand over fist.”

The obviousness of the joke wasn't lost on either of them.

“Thanks...”

“Which is probably a good thing, considering...”

He doesn't finish the thought, prompting her to ask the obvious.

“Considering what?”

He gives her a bit of a knowing grin.

“Considering what you now owe me.”

She gives him a suspicious look.

“What I... owe you?”

He doesn't say anything right away, enjoying the moment as he sits back in his chair.

“I've been talking with our mutual friends in the city payroll. They were very helpful.”

“Helpful in what?”

“They've been enjoying the... attention you've been paying to them when they stop by. It's made them willing to get creative about your... financial situation.”

She stares at her boss for a while before saying anything.

“How?”

“I was able to negotiate on your behalf a bit of a settlement. Something which will be good for everyone involved.”

She doesn't respond, expecting more.

“Since they've had so much fun with you, they want it to continue for as long as possible. So they decided to sign over the debt you owe to the city to me. That way they can be sure you're working it off in a way everyone can enjoy.”

She glares at him silently.

“Everyone? How exactly am I enjoying this... new arrangement?”

A few moments of silence pass between the employer and employee.

“It's time.”

“Time for what?”

“Time for you to admit that this is where you belong.”

“Is it?”

“I haven't had to threaten you with the video tape in a long time, and I know why that is. It's because you actually like working here. I've seen the way you spend time with clients. You're having fun. And not the fake kind of fun you pretended to have when you first started here. You like the way you're being treated by clients. It's obvious to anyone who sees it. The other girls see it, the clients see it, and I see it most clearly of all. You enjoy being a stripper now and I think it's time you admit it.”

“Maybe I'm just a good actor.”

“No one's that good. Besides, I see the way you act when you think people aren't looking. The way you've changed since you've worked here. You used to be stuck up and angry about working here. Always looking for your opportunity to leave. But you don't act that way anymore. You stick around after shifts to hang out with the other girls. Helping them out when they ask whether it's taking a shift or with a client. You go out of your way to help. People who don't like this type of work don't do that.”

“It's not like I really have much choice, what with the blackmail and all.”

“Except I haven't done that to you in forever. Not to mention, you enjoy yourself too much for that to be a factor. I've seen the smile on your face while up on stage. How you walk to the bar after a show, putting yourself on display. You like the way the clients lust after you when you walk by. It's why you go to the bar after every show.”

“Because I'm thirsty?”

“Because you want people to ogle you. To see what they don't get to have. At least not unless they pay enough. You know you make more when you give them a little after show entertainment. It turns you on doing that to people. Making clients bid for your attention off stage just like you do on stage. I've been doing this long enough to know what's an act and what's not. You're not putting on an act. This has become who you are.”

“I need the money. You blackmailed me into giving up every other way of making money. I have to survive somehow.”

“That doesn't explain all the rave reviews I get about you from clients. If it was just about the money, you wouldn't be doing such a good job at it. You go out of your way to make them happy, and you don't always ask for more when you do. Someone who was in it for the money wouldn't do that. They'd always be upping the price. You don't do that... because you like what you do to people.”

“What do you want?”

“I want you to admit it. You like being a stripper.”

There's a long silence.

“Fine, I like it. I like being a stripper.”

He smiles at the admission.

“Glad to hear you finally admit it.”

“Are we done here?”

“Not quite. Now that you admit just how much you like this job, it's time for you to embrace it completely. Really share the load of your fellow strippers in this place. I'm sure you've talked to the other girls and they've told you things about what goes on here. How they make sure that their job is secure.”

“I have.”

“Well then... if you really do love working here, I think it's time you show me exactly how much, don't you?”

“What do you want?”

“Let's start with a good private show like I know you do so well. Then we'll see where things go.”

Another long silence happens between them, watching to make sure he actually means it. When it becomes clear that he's holding firm, she looks around, sighing.

“Music?”

Tony grabs a remote control on his desk and points it, a song coming on his sound system. It's I'm a Slave 4 U by Britney Spears. Strangely, she felt it was appropriate for the moment. Sitting on the leather couch, she crosses her left leg over her right, then her right over her left. Then fully opens her legs, exposing where her leather pants meet. Rolling her hips in her seat, she keeps her focus on her smiling boss, clearly enjoying himself. She leans back against the couch, starting to move her upper body along with her hips to the music.

Their eyes stay focused on each other as she brings her arms back behind her head onto the back of the couch, giving him a good look at her whole body, if fully clothed. She uses her position to lift her butt off the couch, moving to a bridge position with her feet on the floor and her hands against the back of the leather couch, keeping her hips moving as she does. Eventually, she pushes off from the couch and brings herself to a standing position in front of the couch. From there, she starts to dance towards him a little.

When she gets about halfway between the couch and his desk, she stops, moving to the music. As she circles her hips, she slowly turns around, giving him a full 360 view of her body. She runs her hands through her hair while she turns, only taking her eyes from him for a moment before going back to facing him. Her hands move to her shoulders and drags them down over her chest and then her t-shirt covered tits, giving them a bit of a hike and a squeeze before moving down to her hips. With her hands on her hips, she shakes them left and right a few times.

Adding her shoulders to the dance, she moves to the music, moving around the room. She moves her way over to a small table. Leaning forward, she puts both hands on it so her leather covered ass is sticking out in his direction, shaking it at him to the music and looking back at him with the coy smile she'd learned to perfect regardless of how she actually felt inside. Then she moves back to an upright position and starts dancing backwards, shaking her ass back to the middle of the room. She faces him, dancing up to her boss' desk. Again she leans forward, this time giving him a full view of her cleavage.

Using her shoulders to move to the music with her cleavage on display, she gives him a good look before pushing herself back to a standing position. She goes back to dancing in front of him. As she does, she reaches down to the hem of her shirt, pulling it up to expose her stomach. Letting it go to tease him a bit, she lifts it up a few more times from different angles. A few times, she lifts it up to expose the black bra underneath. Eventually, she pulls it up over her chest so that her shirt is bunched up above her bra covered tits.

She dances like that for a while, her hands running over her tits and bare stomach as she does. Turning her back to him with her head turned so she can still see him, she reaches behind her back to the clasp of her bra. He watches as she undoes the clasp. Rather than take the bra off though, she brings her hands back in front of her and pulls down her shirt over her body. With her shirt back in place, she turns around to face him again.

Getting back to dancing, she watches his reaction which is mostly unchanged from his smile. Although she sees how his eyes keep going to her chest, obviously thinking about her loose bra underneath her shirt. Something she'd intentionally done to get that reaction. Again she teases the hem of her shirt, playing with it as if she's going to take it off, then she doesn't. Instead she exposes her stomach but lets it go and brings her hands up to her tits, grabbing them firmly, squeezing and massaging them while she dances.

She moves backwards until she's right in front of the couch again. Bending at the knees, she slowly goes down to a squatting position with her knees in front of her. Then she puts her hands on her knees and pries them apart until they're almost parallel before bringing them back together. She does this a few more times. When they're back together in front of her, she glides back up to her feet, bringing her hands up sliding along her thighs, along her pelvis, over her stomach, grazing her tits along the way before stretching them out as if presenting herself.

After rolling her hips a little to the music, she turns to face the couch, her hands planting themselves on it. With her butt on display, she shakes it for him, bending at the knees a few times when she does. Moving back to an upright position, she faces him again, slowly stalking her way to his desk. As she moves, she brings her right hand up to her collarbone, slipping it under the collar of her shirt and pushes her bra strap down until it pokes out of the sleeve. Pulling her right hand out, she slips the rest of it below her shoulder and her arm out of the strap.

She gets right up against the other end of her boss' desk when she reaches for the other strap of her bra and pulls her bra out of her shirt. Swinging it around in her hand for added effect, eventually she brings it down in front of her, hanging over his desk. She drops it.

Now with her fairly sheer t-shirt on, she starts to play with it as she dances, pulling it up slightly to reveal her stomach again. Using her left hand, she pulls up to show some underboob. It isn't long before she does the same with her right hand, then moves to the music back towards the table, flashing tits by lifting up the shirt briefly. This time however, she focuses on one of the chairs, bending at the waist while leaning forward and grabbing the back of it. As she straightens up, she pulls the chair with her. Then she puts her leg through the hole between the back rest and the seat, hooking it with her foot and does a full turn until the chair is in front of his desk.

She pulls her leg out and spins back around. She backs her way up to the chair, sitting down parallel to the back rest. Leaning back, she lays herself out by balancing herself on her butt in the chair. A few moments later, she lifts her legs up to display them a little. She moves back to a sitting position and then turns her knees so she is facing him and the desk. Standing up, she reaches behind her and grabs the chair, turning it around so the back is facing the desk. She sits down on it again with her legs on either side of the chair, her tits obscured by the back rest of the chair as she faces him and his desk.

Shortly there after, she brings her hands up to her shirt and grabs it, lifting it and taking her shirt off. With her tits now only obscured by the back rest of the chair, she throws her shirt away. Still sitting in the chair, she brings her hands up and massages her tits. Teasing him for a little longer, she eventually stands up with her hands covering them. With her eyes focused on his, she pulls her hands away, revealing her obviously hard nipples for him. Not that he hadn't seen them many times before, just that this was obviously a different circumstance.

She starts to dance again, bringing her left foot up on the seat as she moves to the music. After a few moments, she adjusts her position to give her a better stance when she steps up onto the chair with both feet. From her higher vantage point, she looks down at him as she dances. She doesn't stop there though, as it isn't long before she steps up onto his desk. Dancing on his desk, her legs open to give herself more range of motion. His attention is firmly on her as she dances, moving her hips to the music.

Crouching down to give him a closer look, she brings her hands to her thighs, running them from her knees to inner thighs and over her leather pants covered crotch. She rubs her crotch a few times before moving them upwards, grabbing handfuls of her tits and squeezing them. As she moves her hands further, her hands move along her neck to behind her head, threading her fingers through her hair. Leaning back, she balances herself on her left hand while thrusting her hips into the air for him to enjoy. Her right hand meanwhile moves over her body, groping her right tit for a moment before bringing it down to her belt.

She lets her hips settle as she unbuckles the latch on her belt. Once it comes undone, she pulls herself back up to a crouching position. She leans forward, putting her hands down in front of her on the desk, lifting her ass up. She bends at the knees before thrusting her ass in the air again a few times. She then pulls herself up to a standing position, looking down at him. There's an obvious grin on his face at the sight in front of him.

Turning around, she shows her ass to him as she reaches for the top of her pants and unbuttons it. Not long after, she opens up her pants a little more. It's then that she grips the waist of her pants and lowers them over her ass, revealing her mostly naked skin underneath. The only thing hiding anything is the thong she's wearing as her pants make their way down her legs, bending over until her head is pretty much at her knees. With her pants pooling at her feet, she steps out of them. Bending at the knees, she brings her nearly naked ass down to his level, giving him a great look at it.

She looks over her shoulder at him and while his eyes are on her ass for a moment, it isn't long before his focus returns to her, locking eyes with a smile on his face. To put a fine point on things, she reaches back and smacks her own ass. She then brings her hands up to her waist, slips her thumbs under the waist of her thong and pulls it down. When her thong gets below her ass, she sits down on his desk and lifts her legs up in the air until her thong is at her knees. She bends her knees so she can pull it to her feet and completely off, throwing her panties away.

He speaks up as the song ends.

“You really are stunning.”

She turns herself on the desk so she is facing him, her basically completely naked body on display for him. The only thing she has on is a pair of platform shoes.

“I can see why you're so popular with the customers.”

She gives him a slightly annoyed look.

“Thanks...”

“I'm so glad Jack was nice enough to help me get you to be part of the team. It's been very lucrative for the business. I may even have to set up a second location. I'll have to find a way to thank him for that.”

“You'll think of something.”

He watches her for a second, giving her body a once over.

“Speaking of thanking people.”

She stares at him.

“What do you want?”

Tony reaches up and taps her knees playfully.

“Open up.”

After waiting to make sure he means it, she opens up her legs so that each foot is planted on either side of the desk. It exposes her pussy to him, much to the obvious enjoyment on his face. He reaches out and starts caressing her skin, beginning with her legs, moving from close to her feet to her inner thighs. He puts the tip of his finger against the bottom of her pussy lips, making her take in a breath sharply, then he runs it up, brushing her clit as he does which makes her tense up. Tony brings the finger up to his lips and licks it, tasting the wetness from her pussy.

“Not bad. I'm going to enjoy this.”

He starts to play with her folds, causing her to shift a little obviously enjoying herself.

“I usually like to be the one to break a new girl in, but Jack convinced me that with you it would take more effort than that. So I let him have you first. Looks like he was right. It's taken a long time to get you here, but you're finally here. Ready, willing and able to give me what I want.”

All she does in response is gasp at what he's doing to her. He slips a finger into her pussy, slowly pushing it in and out of her. She starts to moan at his methodical thrusts, trying to stay focused. Slowly but surely, he builds up speed while going deeper inside her. The more he does to her the more she reacts, her hips moving to his thrusts. She lets out a louder moan as she throws her head back at the ecstasy of his work. She feels a hand on her left tit which brings her back to reality. The combination of the fingers thrusting inside her and the hand massaging her tit only adds to her pleasure.

With every passing moment, the pressure builds inside of her. She can barely hold it back as he adds another finger and starts using his thumb to play with her clit. Her fingers dig into the wood a little as she tries to keep her self control. Something which gets harder as he adds a third finger and starts going a little harder into her pussy.

“Oh... oh fuck...”

“Yeah, you like that don't you?”

The pressure building inside her makes her cry out as he keeps it up.

“God... damn...”

“I'm going to make you cum.”

She audibly gasps at what her boss is doing to her.

“You know that right?”

“Mhmm....”

“You want that right? You want to cum.”

Another moan escapes her.

“Tell me you want it.”

“Oh god...”

“Tell me you want me to make you cum and I'll make you cum.”

“I... I...”

“Say it.”

“I... I want...”

“Say it.”

She tries to stop herself but it gets too much.

“Please make me cum. I... I want you to make me cum.”

With her saying it, he pushes even harder, and it pushes her over the edge. She lets out a moan as she cums, every muscle in her body going limp at the release. She drops back onto the desk as he stops pumping into her and she starts to come down off the high. There's a long silence before either of them say anything.

“You look great when you cum, you know that? It looks good on camera but even better in person.”

She pulls herself back up on her elbows.

“Thanks?”

“I can't wait to see what else is better in person.”

He gives her body a once over.

“Speaking of which... I think it's time to see some of your other skills.”

She hears the sound of a zipper unzipping and it's obvious what the implication is.

“Don't you?”

After watching him for a second, she moves up onto her hands then shifts her butt down to the edge of the desk. She then drops her legs down off the desk in front of him in his seat. She looks down to see his fly is open. He reaches into his pants and pulls out his cock, obviously very hard. Her eyes stay on his cock for a while. She can't help but lick her lips.

“I know you're a big fan of them. The customers rave about the skills you have. So why not get what you want? If you're willing to admit it. Say you want the cock and you can have it.”

There's a long silence as she shifts her focus between his cock and his face, trying to decide what to do.

“I want it.”

“Want what?”

She looks down at his cock as she speaks.

“Your cock. I want your cock.”

“Then get down on your knees in front of it.”

She does as instructed, slipping down onto her feet first before dropping down to her knees as he moves his chair back slightly to give her room on the floor. Once she's down there, she looks up at him from between him and his desk. Then her attention shifts to his cock, clearly expecting more.

“Start with your hand and we'll go from there.”

With the declaration, she brings her hand up and takes a firm grip on her boss' cock, starting slow as she strokes it. Not long after she puts her wrist into it, shifting her hand while she works and getting a reaction out of her boss. Mainly a few groans but also the fact that it's clearly getting harder in her hand the more she strokes it.

“You're good at that. I can see why the customers pay you for it.”

Rather than respond, she just keeps up her work, picking up the pace. She uses her thumb and index finger to play with the head of his cock for a while. Her eyes stay focused on the job at hand... literally. But it doesn't last very long, her boss speaking up.

“As fun as this is, we should move things along. Let's see how good those tits are.”

She keeps up the work with her hand for a while longer as she shifts into a better position. Moving from sitting on her calves to up on her knees, she brings her chest up to the same level of her hand. She leans forward so that her chest is right up against his cock. Her left hand lets go of the cock and moves to her tit, her right hand mirroring it, pressing them together around his cock. She starts to move herself up and down with the cock between her tits. He shifts under her as she feels the cock rubbing against her skin.

“Mmm, that's real good. I like that.”

Leaning forward, she manages to get a little more leverage in her movements, moving even higher along his cock. She can feel the cock between her tits, despite herself enjoying the skin to skin contact more then she probably should. The head of his cock pokes out from between her tits, coming very close to her chin a few times as she works. She moans at the way it feels.

“I love the feel of your tits on my cock. It feels great. You like it too don't you?”

She stifles another moan at the question.

“Yeah, you definitely like it. But I'm sure you're just begging to get your lips around my cock, aren't you?”

She doesn't respond, just keeping up the titfuck.

“Tell me you want it and you can have it.”

That has her slowing down her own titfuck and looking up at her boss. He stares back for a while and it's clear what the truth is.

“I... I want your cock.”

“And how do you want it?”

She doesn't respond right away.

“Say it.”

Again she tries to avoid saying it, but eventually gives in.

“In my mouth. I want your cock in my mouth.”

“Glad to hear you admit it. You definitely deserve to have what you want.”

With that somewhat vague suggestion, she lets go of her tits, which sets the cock in between free. She moves back as the cock swings in freedom until she grips the base again. She looks down at the stabilized cock in her hand and can't help but lick her lips at the prospect of what's coming next. While bringing her eyes back to his, she leans forward and wraps her lips around her boss' cock. He groans at the feel of her lips. Slowly but surely, she takes more of it into her mouth. As she gets about halfway down, she starts using her tongue along the bottom of his cock.

She pulls back a little then swallows more, repeating the motion again and again. Each time she goes deeper onto the cock of the man who signs her paychecks. Bobbing her head, she gets a rhythm going in the blowjob she's giving. When she has about three quarters of his cock in her mouth on the downward part of her bob, she feels a hand on her head. Not with any kind of force, but the implication is clear. Even with his cock pretty deep within her mouth, she wasn't the one in control. He had the power.

It isn't long before she feels pressure on her head, guiding her down further. She does as he instructs, even without the words. Quickly, her lips are touching the base of his cock when she's on a downward stroke. The force of his guidance gets a little more direct as he grips her by the hair, being more intentional in his instructions. She struggles when the head of his cock starts hitting the back of her throat because she doesn't have as much room to pull back from.

She knew what was coming from this. Even if the first time she'd been paid to do it was with Jack, it was hardly the last time. Since she'd started charging for her services, there had been more than a few customers who paid for what was next. So much so that she'd gotten used to it happening. Not that it was exactly fun, but she'd learned to enjoy what she could of it.

This thought was running through her as it happened. Her head was pushed down on his cock and when she tries to pull back, she's held down with the head of his cock pushing against her throat. Knowing what to do, she relaxed her throat as much as she could, giving her the ability to get a little bit of air in. Despite this, she could only hold out for so long and she starts to push back. After a few moments of trying, her boss lets her go and she completely pulls back. She coughs a few times as she gets back the air she was denied, but quickly recovers as she'd learned to do. She gives him a look before going back to the blowjob she's giving.

“You've gotten really good at that. All those customers really gave you an education.”

Tilting her head left and right, she slides her tongue along the sides of his cock. As she pulls back again, she swirls her tongue around his cock, playing with the head. She adjusts the cock away from her slightly so she can lean down to the base of his cock, sticking out her tongue and licking her way up to the head of his cock. Then she goes back to bobbing her head on her boss' cock. She does that for a while before her boss says anything.

“All right, it's time for me to get a little more active in this whole thing.”

He encourages her to take her mouth off his cock by pulling on her hair. She does as silently instructed.

“Would you like that?”

Silently licking her lips from the drool she'd gotten on her from the blowjob, she takes a minute before responding.

“Whatever you want.”

He smiles at that as he lets go of her hair.

“So compliant, that's good. Why don't you go stand over in the middle of the room?”

Running a hand through her hair, she gets her barrings for a second before lifting her knees off the floor and moving to stand up fully. Once on her feet, she turns and makes her way around his desk until she stops in the middle of the room as requested, facing him. He watches her stand there naked for a while before getting to his feet as well.

She does her best not to react as he completely opens up his pants and lets them drop to his knees, stepping out of them. He makes his way behind her as he pulls his shirt up and off as well. From behind her, she feels his hand brushing along her lower back.

“I love your body.”

His hand moves up when he makes his way around in front of her, as if inspecting the merchandise.

“The way it moves when you dance.”

He grabs her left tit, squeezing it firmly while brushing his thumb over her nipple. It makes her shift from his touch.

“How your tits bounce when you show them off.”

Continuing to walk around his employee, she does her best to stand firm as his hand drags itself along her body, down to her ass. She feels him squeeze her right butt cheek.

“The way your ass giggles when you shake it on stage.”

He pulls his hand away from her ass but she can feel him getting very close to her, his cock touching her a few times before it starts pressing right up against her. She feels his hands on her shoulders.

“But what I love most is how flexible you are. Why don't you bend over and grab your ankles for me?”

The question was pretty much rhetorical and was more of a command. So after hesitating for a moment, she leans forward slowly at the hips. Without any real balancing option, she reaches out and grabs her ankles like she was instructed. Now in a completely vulnerable position, all she can do is hold herself as she feels her ass being groped by her boss. After obviously enjoying her ass for a bit, he crouches down so she can look at him, even from her upside down perspective.

“Stay still for me like I know you can.”

She doesn't respond. That has him standing back up with a smile on his face. She watches as he moves right up to her and she can feel his still wet cock from her spit on her ass cheeks. Then she feels the head of his cock against her pussy lips. Moments later, his cock enters her. At a pretty slow pace, he starts to feed his cock into her. The pleasurable intrusion has her moaning, feeling increasingly filled as he goes deeper. Eventually, she feels his thighs pressing against hers, letting her know that he's completely inside her.

“God damn you're really tight. I guess that makes sense, since you've been so reluctant about giving it up. Feels good to be one of the few... at least for now.”

“I... I'm not...”

Just as she's about to object, he starts to move his cock in and out of her. It makes her moan again at her boss starting to fuck her. In her vulnerable position, she couldn't help but react from the pleasure he's giving her. There was something about this which was really doing it for her, even if she didn't want to be. But the slowly increasing pace of what he was doing made it hard for her to deny. A smack to her ass has her yelping at the smack, struggling to stay in position as she does. With another slap, she struggles even more but he grabs her hips firmly to stabilize her.

Being in the position she is, blood starts rushing to her head despite the obvious conflict of it rushing to her pussy at the same time. So she lifts her head up as much as she can to keep herself somewhat normal. It doesn't work all that well though, so she pulls up a little more with her hands up above her ankles, then closer to her knees. All while getting fucked harder and harder. It makes him slow the pace but keeping up the power behind it.

“Not a fan of the head rush? Okay, let's fix that.”

When he pushes into her the next time, he buries his cock inside her and stays there.

“Bend your knees for me.”

She does as she's told, with her boss bending with her to keep himself buried deep in her pussy. As they get to a certain point, he puts his hands under her thighs. Grabbing her thighs firmly, he picks her up completely off her feet and into the air so that she's wrapped up in a package, her knees against her shoulders. His cock is still deep in her pussy. Completely at his mercy with nowhere to go, he moves his hands up so his arms are keeping her legs secure against her body and his hands are on the back of her neck, almost totally immobilizing her arms too. It locks her into a standing full nelson.

Using his total leverage to his advantage, he starts to move his hips, sending his cock in and out of her pussy. The only thing she can do is take it. Feel the pure pleasure of being fucked while also having absolutely no control over what's happening to her. Something about being completely at his mercy has the pressure building inside of her. She couldn't help it, either figuratively or literally. She let herself be taken to new heights of pleasure despite how degrading it is. Her moans and groans the only thing she could do and even that was brought out of her by his cock.

Every moment that passes, she is pushed closer and closer to her inevitable orgasm. Just when she thought that he had reached the limit of what he could do to her, he leans forward slightly so that she's hanging over. Almost as if she's going to fall over onto the floor. It added a little bit of danger to the whole situation, and gives her an extra thrill from the combination. That pushes her even closer towards her cumming. She tries to hold it back but being completely at his mercy made it almost impossible.

“Oh... oh god...”

“Yeah... you gonna cum? Tell me you're going to cum.”

“Fuck... I... I'm... I'm gonna cum.”

He keeps up the pounding he's giving her, making her on the brink of the second orgasm of the night.

“Cum for me baby.”

Only moments later, the combination of being locked in a full nelson, teetering off the ground without really any way to stop if she falls, and the pounding she's giving him makes her cum. Her whole body tensing up in an overwhelming sense of ecstasy. A wave of the feeling washes over her for she wasn't entirely sure how long. When she comes down from it however, he has slowed down the fucking he's giving her, eventually coming to a stop and pulling out. After using his power to pull her back up so she's vertical instead of horizontal, he releases her legs and she shakily brings them down to the floor with his support.

“That was fun. But let's continue with the fun. Does that work for you?”

It takes her a moment to respond.

“Yes.”

“Good, now... you probably need a break after cumming so hard. Why don't you go put your head down on the couch.”

Without any real hesitation, she moves towards the couch. Just as she gets onto it, he interrupts.

“I said head down, which means feet up on the headrest, and your head down over the edge.”

Again not doing much to protest, she does as instructed. She sits down with her back to her boss on the leather couch before putting her hands down on either side of her to stabilize herself. Using that leverage, she brings her feet up to the headrest and shifts her ass down so she has enough space to lie back on the couch. Her head hanging off the edge of the couch, leaving her looking up at him again from an upside down position. At least this was more comfortable than the last one.

He looks down at her with a grin on his face. Moving slowly towards her, he takes hold of his still hard cock firmly at the base. Clearly looking to use it in some way but she wasn't sure how. She quickly found out.

“You know, you came so hard on my cock it's soaked with your juices. You must really like being at the mercy of someone like me. That's very good to know. Do you want to know just how much you came on my cock?”

She licks her lips while glancing at the cock before answering.

“How?”

Getting right above her to where his cock is in her line of vision to see him, he looks down.

“By giving you a taste of yourself.”

He bends forward so that his hands are on either side of her body, bending at the knees as well slightly so that his hips are fairly close to level with her face.

“Open your mouth.”

She looks up at him from her obviously vulnerable position for a while. Then she does as asked, opening her mouth up. She braces herself as he moves his hips forward. Gripping his cock firmly again with one hand, he feeds it into her mouth. Pretty much instantly, she can taste the wetness of her pussy juices on his cock. Almost reflexively, she puts her lips around it and starts to suck, getting even more of the mixture of her own juices with the taste of his cock.

As each inch of his cock goes in, she opens her mouth a little wider. In her position, she relaxes her throat when his cock starts to push against the back of her throat. It allows her the option to let it in deeper than before when she had control of things and gave him a blowjob. Now all she could do is find a way to take it, which she did as well as she could. After getting deep into her throat, he starts to pull back.

Like he was doing to her pussy a few moments ago, he begins to fuck her mouth. As he does, his balls hit her face with every forward stroke. It makes her shift uncomfortably, trying to hold her position. He pulls his right hand off the couch and brings it up to her left tit, palming it and gently massaging it. What he's doing has her squirming even more from the cock in her throat and the way he's working her tit.

“Your tits are amazing. I love the feel of them in my hand. Do you like what I'm doing to them?”

All she can do is audibly gargle around his cock in response. That makes him chuckle.

“Sounds like you're enjoying my cock in your throat too.”

He leans forward a little to give him a little more leverage in the throat fucking. But also so he can use his other hand to reach for her pussy, playing with her clit. Again the combination of what he's doing gets her going. She squirms underneath his touch. After having her taking it from all sides for a while, he pulls back his hands then his cock out of her mouth. She gasps a few times as she gets full use of her throat back. Quickly she sits up so that she's able to breath easier. He gives her a few moments before moving up behind her. He reaches around and grabs her right tit with his left hand while bringing his left hand up to her neck under her chin, massaging both.

“Your throat is a perfect fit for a cock. I'm going to love playing with it.”

His hand moves from her throat down her body to between her legs, playing a little with her clit again. That makes her squirm at what he's doing.

“You know, I like to have a full access pass to all my girls. I think it's time you gave your ass to me.”

She gasps from his manipulations, throwing her head back over his shoulder when she tries to respond.

“You... you want...?”

Moving his hand down from her tit to behind her to grab her ass, he squeezes it firmly as he interrupts her.

“This... that firm ass of yours is just made for a good fucking. Don't you think?”

“I... I don't... know...”

“Come on, with all the compliments you get on this ass. I'm sure it's been on the minds of every single guy who has seen it, on stage or off. I know it's been on mine. Don't tell me you've never thought about it.”

She tries her best to explain.

“I... I've never...”

“Oh I figured. That's kinda why I want it. So I can know that whoever else has it, in the end it was mine. Kinda like you are... and we both know it.”

She doesn't really respond right away. Instead she squirms a while from what he's doing and the way he's talking to her, unsure how to react. Eventually, she turns her head slightly so that she can look at him from her position.

“H-how do you w-want me?”

That makes him smile at the question.

“Good to see you so willing.”

He moves back a little to give her some space.

“Why don't we start by you lying on your stomach along the couch?”

There's a long silence between them.

“Okay.”

With that concession, she leans to her right so she's on her right side on the couch. Then she rolls over onto her front as requested. She turns her head towards her boss to see him enjoying the sight before him. He reaches out and lightly puts his fingers between her shoulder blades. She squirms a little as he moves it down along her back to the small of her spine then over her ass, enjoying the contours for a while before standing up. She does her best to keep her eyes on him as he moves behind her. It becomes difficult though as he climbs onto the couch, one of his knees on either side of her legs.

His hands grab one of her cheeks each, massaging them apart to play with them a little. That causes her to gasp, knowing where this is heading. After a few long moments, he lets her right cheek go while keeping the left one firmly apart, which gives him a look at her virgin ass hole.

“Mmm, I can't believe no one has ever had this before. Not even Jack. You're giving it to me... aren't you?”

She's silent for a moment before responding.

“Yes...”

“Yes what?”

“Yes I'm giving it to you.”

With that acknowledgement, he grabs hold of his cock and leans over her. He moves into position so that he guides his cock to the entrance of her ass hole. Very lightly, he presses the head of his cock against her most private hole. It makes her tense up.

“Relax, it'll make things easier for you.”

She does her best to do as he asks, taking a few deep breaths. When he feels her relax more, he pushes forward and her ass opens up to his cock. She audibly gasps at the intrusion. Thankfully, he gives her a few moments to get used to the idea of having a cock in an entirely new place. But not very long, as he pushes forward again and letting more of him inside her ass. This pattern repeats itself a few times, more and more of his cock going deeper into her bowels. The more of his cock is inside her, the more she reacts, going from gasps to moans and groans.

“Oh, fuck...”

“You like it don't you? Having a cock in your ass like this?”

He pushes forward again to about halfway into her ass, making her moan again. Another push has her feeling three quarters of it, then finally another has his thighs against hers.

“Tell me how much you like it.”

She shifts underneath him as she adjusts to the new sensation of having her boss' cock so far up her ass that it fills her up almost completely. Despite herself, it didn't exactly feel bad to have it in there. While there was a little bit of pain as it first went in, once it was, it felt really nice. She didn't think it would, which is why she tried not to do it for so long. But now that she was here, with her boss' cock in her ass, she found herself actually enjoying it.

At this point, that shouldn't have been surprising to her. After all she'd been through and found a way to enjoy, this was probably inevitable. There's a reason why she was in the position she was in, both literally and figuratively. Because she was enjoying herself. She didn't want to be, but she was.

“I... like it.”

“Like what?”

“Your cock... in my ass. I like your cock in my ass.”

She feels his hips shift and it makes his cock move inside her ass slightly. She moans at the way it makes her feel.

“You want to know how it feels when I fuck it, don't you?”

This time she doesn't take very long to respond.

“Yes.”

He chuckles at the admission.

“Well, if you insist.”

With that, he pulls back slowly before pushing back in, giving her the opportunity to get used to the feeling. She gasps at the feeling. Her boss starts to move his cock in and out of her, after every thrust inward, she reacts with some combination of a gasp, moan or a groan. As she gets more into it, he starts to pick up the pace inside her. It has the obvious desired effect, making her get into it even more, pushing back a little to increase the power of his thrusts.

He uses the way her hips are pushing up as an opportunity, moving his hand in between the leather couch and her legs so he can reach her pussy. In doing so, he manages to play with her pussy, adding to the pleasure of her experience. Especially when he zeros in on her clit, rubbing it while picking up the pace of the ass fucking. Given everything, she couldn't help but feel what was coming... literally. She feels the pressure building inside her. The kind she'd already felt twice before tonight. Both previous times brought about by her boss. And this time is no different.

Except for the fact that now she was being fucked in her ass. Something she'd never done before but clearly couldn't help but enjoy. What he was doing to her clit certainly didn't help. Her first orgasm was uncomfortable but she could handle it. Her second one made her feel dirty and was kinda degrading. But what was about to happen was going to make her feel so humiliated. She could just feel it. And... she wasn't sure she cared. Part of her wanted it to happen. Like it would be a relief to finally embrace the humiliation and give in to it.

The feeling ramps up as he pumps into her harder and faster. Every passing moment bringing her closer and closer to the release they both know is coming. She feels her body tensing up, her need for release growing with each thrust. She wants it so badly, there was only one thing to do.

“Please... please make me cum.”

“You want it? You want to cum with my cock in your ass?”

“Yes... yes, please... I... I need to cum.”

“Do it. Cum for me baby.”

This gives her that little extra push to go over the edge. For the third time that night, she screams out in a mind blowing orgasm she'd never felt before. Every single muscle in her body going insane to the point that she starts shaking. At the same time, he slams his cock as deep as he can into her ass, feeling it clench around him as he does. It's only after she starts to calm down and her cheeks relax around his cock that he pulls it out. There was a calm feeling in her as she came down from the high of her orgasm.

When she finally opens her eyes and turns her head to look for her boss, she confronted with the sight of his cock in her face again. She looks up at him from her position though it's pretty clear what he wants. Rather than wait for the request, she opens her mouth and leans forward, wrapping her lips around the cock that was just in her ass, tasting herself on it for the first time. Unsurprisingly, she actually liked it. The taste wasn't that bad. She couldn't be surprised with all that's happened.

After everything, it was kind've a relief. To know that this is who she is. The kind of person who liked the taste of her own ass on a man's cock. Even if it was her boss' cock. In fact, that makes it hotter for her. Just like how she felt after going on stage for the first time. And the first time she went into the champagne room with Jack and let him have sex with her for money. The first time she was paid to give a guy a hand job, and a tit job, and a blowjob. She liked them all and there wasn't really any use in denying them anymore. Not after tonight.

It was hard to deny with a cock in her mouth that had just taken her ass for the first time. Where she had given him all the things she did for customers for free. Just to keep her job here. A job she hadn't even wanted when she first started. But now she couldn't imagine wanting to work anywhere else. She actually liked it here, something she finally admitted when he brought her in here. Now here she was, sucking the taste of her own ass off her boss' cock. And she liked it.

“I'm going to cum in your mouth. Would you like that?”

All she does in response is look up at him from her position, continuing to suck his cock.

“You liked what happened in the champagne room with Jack, didn't you? Knowing someone would pay so much to have you turned you on. It's why you waited so long. You wanted to know how much someone would be willing to pay to get a piece of you. It made you feel like a million bucks... or at least 5000 bucks anyway. Since that's what you were willing to do it for. I think we'll keep you at that price for however long we can get people to pay it. How does that sound to you?”

Just as he asks the question, he unloads his cum into her mouth. Every last drop in her mouth. Knowing from her experience with the many clients she has, she doesn't swallow and just lets it pool inside. She waits for him to move, eventually he pulls out of her mouth.

“What do you say?”

She watches him for a while with the cum in her mouth, then nods obediently.

“Good girl, you can swallow now.”

She does as told, swallowing his cum in one gulp.

“Thank you.”

He reaches down and caresses her face with a grin on his.

“You're completely open for business now, is that clear? Anything a client pays for, he gets. Now I think it's time for you to get ready for your shift, don't you?”

She nods again before responding.

“Yes sir.”

“Also, I think we should change your name. Shot Glass really only made sense when you were a bartender. How about... Honesty?”

She doesn't say anything to that for a while.

“All right...”

“Then again, who would really believe your name is Tru? Maybe we should go with that?”

Another long silence.

“Whatever you want.”

“I'm so glad you've accepted your Tru Calling.”

As he walks back towards his desk, she gets up and leaves without putting her clothes on, knowing she'd have something to wear in the dressing room.

The goal had been to save someone else, but in the end, she couldn't save herself.

The End
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