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Once outside, the enormity of what she had done seemed to hit her like a brick wall. Alyssa looked at herself in disbelief, wondering what in the hell possessed her to dress like that, and worse yet, travel out in public like that. It was too late to turn back now though. It was as if there was a voice whispering in her ear to keep going; she was on a mission. Alyssa followed the voice in her head and proceeded to walk in the southerly direction from the hotel. She knew she had a ways to walk and wondered to herself why she didn’t just hail a cab. It suddenly dawned on her that her little exploit with the taxi driver from yesterday was still looming over her head. She wondered if he had come to her room last night while she was out. Nevertheless, she continued walking through the crowded streets. She had to retrace her steps from yesterday, to get answers as to what happened. Every time Alyssa passed by staring eyes, she became more confused and more aware of how slutty she looked. She couldn’t understand why she was behaving like a total prostitute, and loving every minute of it! It was as if she were always doing things on impulse and instinct, only to regret it later, unable to come up with answers as to why?

Retracing her activities from last night, in reverse, Alyssa found herself rounding the corner of warehouses, spotting the neon ‘Bruno’s’ sign. A sense of familiarity swept through Alyssa as she stepped toward the building, but she quickly stopped dead in her tracks. She looked at the expectantly relatively empty parking lot, scattered with only a handful of trucks and cars, and only one motorcycle. There was no one hanging around the outside of the bar, everyone was assumedly inside. What stunned Alyssa, were the obvious neon girls lit up on either side of the ‘Bruno’s’ sign, and the large placards plastered all over the building, each one printed with big red letters, “TOTALLY NAKED GO GO GIRLS.”

Alyssa felt the lump form in her throat, now suddenly unsure of her mission. She could feel her heart thumping in her brain as she struggled with her options. She didn’t recall anything from last night that indicated this place was a strip joint. She also couldn’t understand why she didn’t notice any of the blatant signage that announced the nature of activities inside. It was so confusing to her that Alyssa seemed magnetically drawn to the front doors, just to take a look inside. She needed to either confirm or conflict her recollections of the previous night.

As soon as she stepped inside the dimly lit bar, her head started to swim in circles, mixing images of last night, with the reality of what she saw today. The long bar was the same, as were the small tables scattered about; however, where Alyssa saw pool tables last night, were dancing platforms, where there were already girls gyrating upon. Where Alyssa thought was a small stage and dance floor was actually a stage and runway equipped with three shining brass poles. The doorway which she followed Brandy through had a well lit neon sign above, which read “Private booths.” It just didn’t make any sense to Alyssa as she stood there with an obviously confused look upon her face. She needed answers now, even more so than before. She wasn’t sure how long she had been standing there looking around the place when the deep voce from one of the bartenders broke her trance.

“Can I help you,” the voice echoed from behind the bar. Alyssa floated to the exact same seat she recalled sitting in last night. The person behind the bar didn’t look familiar, but had the same muscular build that she recalled from last night. “What’re you havin’?” His broad smile seemed to give Alyssa, even though it was minimal, some kind of comfort.

Without thought, she answered. It was as if someone else had replied, the words reverberating unbelievably in Alyssa’s head after they had escaped her mouth. “A slow, comfortable screw, up against the wall, please!” WHAT? She couldn’t believe she just said that! What possessed her to say that? She was instantly beet red with embarrassment as the bartender snickered, considering his reply. All the men sitting at the bar were staring at her with a mix of lust and surprise in their eyes.

“I’m sure that can be arranged,” the bartender replied before turning away, “but for now, I’ll get your drink.” The men at the bar broke out in a raucous laughter as he mixed the drink for Alyssa. Alyssa sipped at the drink, surveying the room for any familiar faces. None of the guys looked familiar, so she concentrated on the girls. It was Brandy she actually came here for anyway. It was Brandy that she felt she bonded to last night, so Alyssa only thought it appropriate to seek her out for answers to her crazy questions. However, scanning the naked girls scattered about the room, Alyssa didn’t spot Brandy. Alyssa sensed she was probably in a situation she shouldn’t be in, but felt obligated to stay, and see if Brandy, or maybe her master, showed up later. By the time she had circled back to the bar her glass was empty. The alcoholic drink went down rather smoothly, and the bartender asked if she wanted another.

Once more, Alyssa felt as if someone else were controlling her and talking for her. When the bartender grabbed her glass, Alyssa quickly grasped his wrist and locked eyes with his, freezing him in place momentarily. Loud enough for everyone to hear, staring at the good-looking bartender, Alyssa hoarsely stated, “I could really go for a HARD DICK.” Alyssa was doubly embarrassed now, catching the attention of even more patrons, not believing she had said what she just did. She watched the bartender laughingly shake his head, and turn to make the drink. She heard him mockingly announce, “One hard dick … coming up.” Again, the growing number of men at the bar broke out in laughter. Alyssa watched as he poured the vodka, Frangelica, and club soda into a glass. He put the drink in front of Alyssa, winking at her as he placed the glass down. Alyssa scanned the new dancers as she guzzled her tasty drink. She admired their athletic moves and the way they swayed their naked bodies to the music. She also watched the men surrounding the ladies, either toss crumpled bills in their direction, or place carefully folded bills in not so discreet places.

She spun in her seat, loudly placing the empty glass on the wooden bar. As he walked towards her he asked, “Would the lady like another hard dick?” Without missing a beat, Alyssa smiled and proclaimed, “The more the merrier!” She watched every guy at the bar watch the bartender lay out three glasses and fill each one with the sweet concoction. He brought all three glasses to Alyssa and placed them down. “Three hard dicks, one for each hole, ought to keep the lady occupied for a while.” Paul, the hunky bartender, spun on his heels wriggling his ass at Alyssa as he went back to handle the others. A seeming hush seemed to fall over the men staring at Alyssa, but she paid them no attention as she slowly became more and more ****. Alyssa spun around on her stool to admire the girls once more. The dancers were even more appealing to Alyssa now. She watched several of them parade around on the floor, occasionally sitting on various men’s laps, every so often escorting one to the ‘Private Booths.’ She wondered what went on in the secluded area, and imagined all sorts of delectable enticing things. Her clouded mind had subdued her initial inquisitive objectives. She could feel a lustful ember start to glow within her as she absorbed her surroundings, along with the attention and admiration of the men.

By the time she had finished her final drink, Alyssa was face to face with Paul, the ever-increasingly, sexy looking bartender. “Were four hard dicks enough, or do you need more?” He was playing her little flirtatious game to the hilt, and she surprisingly equaled his banter with comments that were, prior to this trip, unimaginable in her vocabulary.

Alyssa licked her bright red lips, making her lips sparkle, winked at Paul and then replied: “It’ll do for now; but I could really use a screaming orgasm.” This time she whispered it so only the bartender could hear. However, Paul announced his concoction to the whole bar as he handed her the drink. The sexual drinks began flowing freely at that point. Alyssa had a kinky orgasm, and then multiple orgasms, after the screaming one. Two men from a nearby table offered to “share a slippery nipple” with her, which she accepted. She returned the favor by giving them each a blowjob. Then she asked, out loud, if anyone wanted to have sex on the beach with her? Paul was busy mixing up the exotic concoctions, and pouring them around the bar. She followed up asking if anyone wanted “a piece of ass”, which everyone jumped on.

Alyssa was so intoxicated that she was close to getting cut off. Besides, she was running up quite a tab at that point. Paul pulled her aside and politely asked her to slow down on the consumption and also informed her that her tab had topped the $100 mark. Alyssa slurred that it was no problem, and reached for her purse. “Where’s my purse/” she exclaimed, suddenly realizing she had left it at the hotel. “Oh my God,” she apologized and offered to catch a taxi back to the hotel and return immediately with the card.

Paul grabbed her wrist firmly at this point. “You mean you can’t pay me now?” Alyssa shook her head no, surprised at Paul’s sudden change in demeanor. He quickly jumped over the bar with surprising agility and pulled Alyssa towards one of the empty dancing columns. He grabbed her waist and hoisted her easily atop the platform. “Strip and start dancin’. When you make enough to cover the tab, then you can leave!” Paul stood there beneath Alyssa staring intently, waiting for her to start. “I ain’t movin’ till your clothes come off. Now get to it.” Paul crossed his arms and struck a defiant pose, almost daring Alyssa to disobey.