Alice is Investigating

Alice had put enough time in she was determined to make sure the club wouldn’t get shut down over some stupid skank. This was her retirement after all.

Hammering drink after drink back trying to put her finger on what was out of place it started to dawn on her. The girls weren’t looking as inexperienced, greasy, or worn out at usual. In fact the increase in quality of girls appearance wasn’t the only difference. Alice frowned as she began to see her girls appearing ever more cut out for a top of the line club rather than this run down dive.

Everything seemed more attractive, arousing, and intoxicating. Alice frowned at that thought. She wouldn’t let any of these bitches get carried away on her watch, not without a decent cut at least.

Seeing Larissa emerge from the lap dance room Alice found her attention unusually drawn, the Brazilian closely followed by Asia. The awkward middle aged Thai woman easily looked 15 years younger, Alice watched as their client rushed to the washroom making Alice question what went on more.

Larissa had found her tactic to get more of the dancers on side with the corruption, recruiting guys for double dancer lap dances. The customers had to keep hands off, but the girls were allowed to touch each other. Asia had been the third girl recruited for the one or two song sets, and strangely Larissa felt as if the corruption was not just flowing easier, but growing in potency.

Walking up behind Svetlana as she was soliciting a table Larissa put her arms around the Polish 39 year old. Peeking through the permed chin length hair she relished how the tables focus seemed to double as she whispered in Svetlana's ear. “Offer a double with me, you can even keep my cut.”

It all seemed too easy, glancing around Larissa could feel the atmosphere seeming to grow heavier, like an oppressive humidity that most of the bar seemed oblivious to. The corruption slowly stewing thicker around everyone in the club.

As Alice watched Svetlana and Larissa lead two men away from there table she frowned. Something was up with that Latina and so long as she was on the floor or performing dances Alice couldn’t pull her aside for a chat to find out.

Catching a glimpse of Asia, Alice smirked as she found an appropriate outlet for her suspicions. Chugging her glass she slammed it down and stormed after the raven haired tan girl.

She knew she wasn’t allowed in the Mensroom.

Alice knew what she expected to find as she turned the corner from the short entry hall into the outdated dilapidated washroom.

Alice would cuss out Junior again, for lacking the backbone to stop or report the bitch versus thinking of whatever he’d been promised to let the rules slide. Asia would be quietly getting fucked or discreetly sucking that guy from the lap dance off pocketing extra cash.

But that wasn’t what she found.

Asia was standing there, whispering in Junior’s ear as she stroked two raging hard cocks. Another guy gave up trying to get to the blocked sinks, slinking around the four people curious as to what was going on before slipping past an angry looking Alice.

Asia was normally mousy to people up front, but was cunning and back stabbing in their absence. A deceptive nature that strangely grew stronger with the Idol, her own mind's resistance subverted during the 4 songs she had worked with Larissa.

When their first client was done Larissa told him to go wait for Asia in the washroom. Asia took it as a cruel joke, one she increasingly desired to follow through on as Larissa stripped and made out with her before their last client.

Asia's pussy was sopping wet as Larissa fingered her during the dance, her nipples aching for more attention after Larissa teased them. Asia found herself telling the last guy she’d meet him in the washroom as she squeezed his cock through his pants after being paid.

When Asia did saunter in she quickly shut Junior’s whine up with her tongue in his mouth. Husky whispers assuring him he didn’t need to worry about anything. He was going to get some too.

“JUNIOR YOU DISGRACE!” Alice started her rant at the sheepish middle aged Phllippino washroom attendant. “You had one job! Keep the bitches out! Clearly something beyond you! AND YOU ASIA!”

“SHUT IT WITCH!” Asia's volume and tone shocked Alice, she wasn’t used to anyone other than Punky talking back to her, but where Punky used dismissive shouting usually to drown out what was being ranted at her as she left, Asia was directly addressing Alice.

“You’re one to tell us what to, and not to do. We’ve ALL heard ALL the stories. Even the ones your hubby don’t know. Do you know how many times we’ve gotten Jane drunk during practice just to hear her ramble off some of the shit you’ve done.” Asia assertively pointed out. “Your own children don’t even like to be near Jane because of the things they’ve heard you’ve done.”

Alice was flabbergasted, she was at a loss of what to say or do as she questioned why she was the one being ranted at in the washroom. As she also wondered just what Jane’s loose lips had let slip.

“And you know what it makes me think?” Asia rhetorically asked turning her back on Alice, as silence fell over the washroom as Asia slowly stroked the two customer’s cocks staring at Junior waiting for Alice to ask.

“I’ll take that as admission then.” Asia declared smirking over her shoulder as Alice looked on in disbelief at the audacity.

“Admission of what?” Alice stammered angrily to a giggled response.

“That you miss being a slut. You miss being some young tart all the cocks get hard looking at. And cum being touched by. Stuck sidelined by age while younger and better women out perform you.” Asia goaded, feeling ever more invested and confident in what Larissa told her to do if Alice got in the way.

Asia’s words cut close to the bone on Alice. Alice fumed slowly stepping forward towards Asia debating how to respond, how to show Asia she was just as much, and more of a sexy attractive woman than any of the skanks her husband employed.

One strange idea surfaced from the corruption that had slowly and passively been accumulating in Alice. As she drank drink after drink quickly and without recognition, as she leaned on the bar its passive energies radiating into her flesh. And now as they flourished in the garden of perverted experiences in her head.