Marcos fails, he pushes too hard.

Jennifer began a private dance for Marcos, a young man pretending to be an older man. This happened all the time, but if the guy had cash, and the fake ID was close enough club staff didn’t really care. They were all in it for the money after all.

The young man was pretty handsy, touching Jennifer more than would be generally permitted, but Jennifer knew that he was something of a regular with some other dancers. His hands were on her ass as she faced him, and then they went straight to her tits when she faced away from him.

She pushed his hands off of her tits, in the subtle way dancers were taught to do, and his hands went to her hips instead. She felt a hard cock inside of his pants, but none of this was a turn on for her.

Jennifer tended not to be shy about customers touching her, she had spent the better part of three years letting customers do just about anything they wanted to if they paid enough. But she was not feeling it that night, not at all.

Her mind hadn’t left the public sex show her boss was demanding. She had done things like that in the past at his house, at the many parties he held for is friends and staff, but that was very different.

Nobody was paying her at his house, and it was a closed environment, there weren’t cops at his house. Jennifer had a pretty good idea that there were cops in the club much of the time when it got late, looking for prostitution, **** dealing, or other crimes.

She was dancing for Marcos on autopilot, and was down to a thong and matching bra, when she felt a subtle smack on her ass. Nothing way out of bounds, but she gave the young man a look to let him know it wasn’t appreciated.

Jennifer went through the motions of a full private dance, stripping down to just her thong. As she always tended to, she simulated sex in a few positions, and as the dance continued she allowed a bit more touching.

Soon enough Marcos started pushing things a bit further, when Jennifer started to slowly motorboat her tits on his face, she found that he grabbed them in his hands and began to suck on one of them.

She didn’t stop him immediately, but leaned back and pulled his mouth gently away from her nipple. “That isn’t allowed her darling,” she said into his ear. She wasn’t in a good mood, but she still wanted to make money.

Marcos enjoyed the rest of the dance, and decided to wait for the upsell. At the end of the dance, a stripper usually made the sell for the next dance. This is where a good tip could change things for the better.

Out of instinct, Jennifer asked if Marcos anted another dance, and he pulled out two one hundred dollar bills and showed them to her.

“I sure would,” he replied, holding the money up. They were crisp new hundreds, this would be enough to get a two or three song fuck out of the strippers he usually saw. “What would $200 buy me?”

Jennifer didn’t like this. She knew of this guy, but she didn’t know him personally, this screamed cop to her, or PI…he was up to something. She didn’t know what, but something about this creep felt wrong.

The dancers he normally saw were out on the floor, but he bypassed them to come to her, why? This could hurt him with the other dancers, jealousy was a real thing in these clubs with dancers and their regulars. You tried not to get involved with someone else’s regulars.

“I imagine four private dances,” Jennifer replied, lifting herself off of his lap and picking up her clothing. “But if you want more than that for it, your regular dancers are here tonight, I am not doing anything extra for money.”

“Come on baby,” Marcos tried, really wanting a shot at his cousin Claudia. “If it is the money, I have more. I’m not a cop, you can talk to Crystal or Marissa, they both know me.”

Both dancers were on the floor, and Jennifer never really thought that they had enough standards. They would fuck anyone for money.

“Just a handjob maybe? A tit fuck?” Marcos asked, pulling out another hundred dollar bill. He was digging deep into his own money here, Claudia had not given him nearly enough. He exposed his cock to her, “don’t leave me like this, please?”

“Go find one of your regular dancers,” Jennifer said, leaving quickly. She had never been arrested, her instincts usually served her well. And she had been fucking in the club for three years, and doing escort outcall work for much of that time. She had fucked a lot of men for money, and some women, and none had been a cop.

Not this guy, not that night.

Jennifer headed to the dressing room to get ready for her next stage set, and Marcos went back out to make the most of the evening. He was disappointed, but we wasn’t defeated. He would try to find another way to fuck Claudia. He ordered another drink and enjoyed the show that continued.

After Jennifer’s stage set she saw the young man from earlier got to a private booth with Marissa, a very nice looking Mexican dancer. She looked in when she took her own customer by the booth and saw that Marissa was riding the guy, and it wasn’t a lap dance. She could see a quick glimpse of his cock as her fucked her. If he was a cop, he was a dirty cop, but he still gave her the creeps.

As the night was winding down, Marcos was almost out of money, having spent all his cousin Claudia gave him and $300 of his own money. For it he had fucked both of his favorite dancers, and Crystal had agreed to spend the night with him on a promise of even more money. He felt like he had to make something he liked happen over the course of that night.

Jennifer was less and less comfortable. The two men from Steve’s office earlier left with Steve, to probably have dinner, and came back towards the end of the night. They were getting ready for the show, she knew it. Steve called her into his office, and she went in knowing the two frat bros were not in there waiting. What was the worst that could happen with Steve?

Steve was waiting for sitting on his desk with a huge smile on his face, Zandya was sitting on his sofa as well, taking a break from her shift.

On the big TVs in his office, Jennifer’s videos were playing, a video of her fucking a dancer’s husband Marcus was on screen, and the video was shot in professional quality.

Jennifer walked up to her boss with a frown on her face, “what do you want Steve?” Her tone was unkind.

He laughed, “you sure are fickle Jenn, you forget all that I have done for you. We still have plans for you tonight, but I wanted to get you to show Zandya here how much cock you can take down your throat, that is her new homework assignment.”

Jennifer let out a sigh, what could she do? She started to drop to her knees, but Steve took her by the arms forcefully and lifted her to his desk, and laid her back into a position she knew well. Her head just off of the desk, where he could line his huge cock up directly with her throat.

She looked at Zendya, who she didn’t know well, but who was just old enough to dance and who idolized Steve, and who saw Jennifer as competition. The beautiful black stripper had changed her hair, after cleaning cum out of it she had been left with ****, and she looked at Jennifer with contempt. A bit of a smile as she saw Steve manhandle her.

Jennifer was on her back, and saw Steve’s massive cock pointing at her mouth. She had tasted this cock hundreds of times, maybe a thousand. She had entertained absurd fantasies of being in a regular relationship with Steve. She had fucked him, she had fucked him quite often behind her husbands back.

She never stopped with Steve when she got engaged to John. On the night of her first date with John she fucked her boss in his office. On the night John proposed, she remembered sucking his big cock and seeing her engagement ring on her hand as she jerked his cum into her mouth.

When she got married, she fucked Steve in her wedding dress before the wedding, walking down the isle with another man’s cum in her stomach and her womb.

Steve even traveled to the Caribbean and stayed in a nearby hotel, and she made excuses to go shopping and saw Steve every day of her honeymoon, fucking him every day if it. Her boss sent her back to her husband full of her cum day after day on what was supposed to be a trip for her and John.

She just thought of it as kinky fun, but she knew now that Steve just wanted to cuck John. He had never liked John very much, being jealous of having her at home. She now knew Steve didn’t really want her for himself, he just didn’t like anyone else having her either.

As Steve pushed his cock into Jennifer’s mouth, Jennifer’s mind returned to the present. With each thrust he pushed further. Jennifer had deep throated his cock for years, it was something she knew how to do before she started dancing. Her father had taught her this, he wasn’t built like Steve, but once you suppress your gag reflex it was just a matter of learning to cope with the size of a man.

Jennifer was short, less than 5’3”, and weighed around 115 pounds. She had curves but she had never been fat, having an athletic and lean body with C cup breast implants.

With Steve’s 6’5” body before her and his massive cock pushing into her throat she looked small.

Zendya was now standing beside her and watched as Jennifer took his cock, a nearly foot long cock monster that was a wide as a Coke can into her throat. Steve was able to slowly push his cock all the way into her throat, the black stripper marveled at how far her throat stretched. She had Steve’s phone in her hand, Zendya was filming for him.

Zendya played with Jennifer’s tits as she watched, freeing them from the dress Jenn was wearing, but she wasn’t doing it to please Jennifer, she was enjoying the humiliation.

After a few minutes Steve pulled out, not even bothering to finish, and pulled Jennifer off of the desk. He laid Zendya over the desk and pulled her dress up over a very sexy ass.

He then pushed Jennifer’s face into the black dancer’s ass, “Zendya should get something as well Jenn, get her off and you can go. I am saving myself for the grand finale tonight.”

Jennifer pulled away, “I’m not doing that shit on stage Steve, and you won’t either, you wouldn’t take the risk.”

He pushed her car back in and smacked her ass hard, “you will do what I say Jenn, you fucking whore, now get to work on that pussy in front of you.”

He was recording on his phone, as he often did, “I will be in my office watching, and when my friends are done on stage, we are going to offer a treat for the men in the club. Any man willing to pay $20 gets to jerk off on you at the end, I bet I can get thirty men to jerk it on your face tonight Jennifer. And I am going last.”

Jennifer pushed away from Zendya, “fuck you Steve, I won’t do it.” Jennifer didn’t say no a lot, but enough was enough.

Steve smiled, he pulled up some videos on his phone, he pulled up the video from his two friends earlier, then of him deep throating her just then. Then he pointed at the big TVs, using his phone to pull them out to a menu.

“All of it Jennifer, three years of porn,” Steve said, showing her the setting to change her series of videos on Pornhub to public, to make them downloadable for anyone in the world. “I have more than fifty videos of you fucking Jennifer, and a lot more to download. I have you in your wedding dress, on your honeymoon, with me that night John nearly caught you.”

“You fucking guy after guy at my place, at your place, and all of the guys you fucked for money here. All of it.”

Steve smiled and let the moment settle, “say no to me and this goes on the internet, to your dear husband and to your parents. Everyone you know, everyone you ever knew will see you for the simple whore you are.”

What happened next happened very quickly.

Jennifer stormed out of Steve’s office, and stopped by the dressing room to grab her purse, which had her wedding rings, phone, keys and the money she made that night in it.

As Jennifer left the dressing room she remembered she had not driven to work, she had not had her car at Pete’s place and took an Uber to the club. Fuck.

She was going to head for the back but saw Peter, he made eye contact and smiled, so she moved towards him, wanting a friend in the moment. She knew all might be lost, Steve was going to release all of his videos, but she figured that he was always going to release them, no matter what happened. She wanted to leave, maybe see John one more time before he hated her forever.

Jennifer was almost to Peter when the stage lights changed, and the DJ started yelling about a special event. “Just tonight, one time only…our very own Jennifer, in a LIVE SEX SHOW!!! And you in the audience win the biggest prize of all, you get to BE A PART OF THE ACTION!!”

The crowd roared in approval, as Jennifer’s normal music started to play loudly.

Jennifer looked and saw Steve’s two asshole friends on stage, then turned to get to Peter and stopped in place when a powerful hand took her arm and pulled her back. Her purse fell to the floor, and though she resisted, she was far too small compared to Steve, who pulled her in close to him.

“I released the videos, all of them!” He yelled in her face, “and I will upload everything else I have with you, to every porn site I can find you whore!”

“No Steve! Get your hands off of me!” Jennifer screamed back, trying and failing to pull away. “I won’t do it!”

Just then Peter tried to pull her free and stood up to the much larger man, “let her go asshole!” Pete said loudly as he swung at Steve’s jaw, and he hit him squarely.

But not much happened.

Steve let go of Jennifer and stood upright, standing almost a foot taller than Peter, and weighing almost a hundred pounds more than he did.

Steve swung back and hit Pete in the side of the head and Pete went down in a thud. Then a large bouncer Jennifer had been friendly with over the years stood between Steve and Jennifer and he got knocked down as well, Steve was now in a fit of rage.

Steve finally got his hand on Jennifer again, who was in shock looking at Peter on the floor, when another man pulled Steve away from her, shouting at him to let her go.

Steve turned and swung at that man, and was on the floor a moment later in an arm lock, looking at the badge the man was holding up. He was an undercover officer.

Steve was profane in his treatment of the officer as he was cuffed, and soon quite a few officers exited Steve from the facility.

In the chaos that followed, most of the staff, Steve’s friends, the dancers and most of the customers left, leaving Peter on the floor, with Jennifer beside him with some EMTs checking him out.

Peter was treated and released, it was suggested he seek medical treatment for a possible concussion.

Steve got hit with **** charges for hitting two men, and for how he handled Jennifer, and he also got hit with assaulting a police officer, resisting arrest, and it was thought that more would follow.

Steve had released all of his videos of Jennifer to be free on Pornhub, but he was going to pay a price for it.