Punky, who's late for work

Punky sighed a deep breath of relief. She was late for a scheduled shift again.

Securing the back door behind herself she slunk about the backroom keeping an eye out for Alice. Any moment now she expected the old crow the owner married to descend on her in a series of cussing that the hot pink highlighted raven haired stripper didn’t care to hear.

Slipping into the dressing room Punky stood for a moment looking around in shock.

Still no Alice, and stranger still, not a single girl taking a break from the floor, or touching up their make-up. Not even signs of a quick pass through wardrobe change.

Opening the duster Punky pulled it off and hung it up. Looking around once more she shrugged, half disappointed she spent a half hour before leaving to be ready to throw the jacket in Alice’s face and just hit the floor.

The black studded leather bra and bikini bottoms accented the weave of tattoos across Punky's skin helping show just where her stage name had come from.

Her right sleeve was a weave of thorns descending from a skull on her shoulder. Entwined in the thorny ivy leading down to her fingers were assorted items of interest to her, video game characters, anime characters and symbols entangled in the thorny mess.

Along her collar bone bore an elegant cursive font, Judge Not Lest. Other art included her belly button being trimmed by elegant blue butterfly wings, a gun hilt sticking up just above her pantie line on her right pelvis, and a tramp stamp that said If Only You Could See My Face.

Maneuvering through the back corridors Punky paused as she swore she could hear some groaning. Slipping over towards the beer fridge she suppressed a smirk and shook her head.

Well, I suppose even he needs to get off. Punky thought, smirking as she moved on pretending she didn’t see the bar back furiously jerking himself off.

Approaching the back hall to the DJ booth Punky paused for a moment. Approaching more slowly she bit her tongue contemplating just what to do. Was Alice sick tonight or something, Punky wondered as she watched Peter leaning back in his chair, back arching up into the obscured face his hands clenched the hair of.

“What the fuck guys.” Punky remarked expecting a shock and scramble in response to her intrusion.

Instead all she saw was Legacy gasp for air sensually, smacking her lips as Peter groaned and his drained cock spurted what little it could onto the caramel skinned girl.

As the DJ breathed deeply he glanced at his console, leaned forward to see how busy Vixen was on the stage.

“Alright peeps, much as I’d love to leave Vixen ON stage, ALL night for yas. This is going to be HER last song. Be sure to catch her on the floor after.” With a click the mic was off and Peter stroked Legacy's hair as she stroked his cock.

“You’re up next babe.” Peter lovingly remarked as the short Puerto Rican woman stood up and smirked at Punky.

“The stage is insane for money tonight, you gotta pay to play sometimes.” Legacy remarked squeezing by Punky and her dropped jaw in Ariana Grande like regalia.

“What the fuck was that?” Punky demanded pointing a thumb behind her at the departed stripper while looking to Peter for answers.

“It’s a busy night, some of the girls have been bribing to shuffle who hits the stage next.” Peter tried to reply nonchalantly, his attempts at playing it off as normal falling flat on their face in front of Punky’s dropped jaw of disgust.

“Really. Like who?” Punky asked watching intently for Peter to answer.

“Well… Larissa, Roxy after seeing Brittney's score, Vixen, Legacy…” Peter was actually getting used to the idea of being sucked off to be bumped up the list. Roxy had done it eagerly after finding out how Larissa jumped the queue. She was anxious to scrape dough from the stage like Brittney and put off lap dances if she could.

Vixen came charging in when she heard about Roxy wanting to jump places in line like Larissa did, and it seemed to just be how the night was going. Skye had even remarked she’d be back to upstage Legacy when she walked in just as Vixen hit the stage.

“Well fuck that shit.” Punky responded, a bit surprised by just how many people had done it. But not too surprised Larissa likely started it. “You’re going to queue me next, like my shift schedule tends to go. And that, that better get put away or I’ll have Alice come down on you with the combined fury of this shit, AND my being late AGAIN, but unable to be cussed as I’ll be on the floor.”

Turning and marching away Punky exhaled heavily in frustration, eager to quickly grab something from the bar.

Marching straight to the bar Punky failed to notices the goings on all around her. Shouting over the booming music for a frenzied Taylor Punky ordered a double of tequila without a fuck what Alice says.

Taylor, being much too preoccupied with the strangely surging drink demands and Corrina’s absence just stepped over slamming a rocks glass and a bottle on the counter before scrambling to pulls out some beers from a bar fridge, her small tits swaying hypnotically in the tight shirt as she moved quickly.

Shrugging at the bottle Punky poured herself roughly a double and put it down, looked around the bar for Alice, frowned, and topped herself off with another. Swigging it Punky paused and sloshed it around in her mouth, some hint of the tequila causing pause for Punky to savour it rather than just quickly throwing it back.

Before she knew it, the glass was empty. It contents having gone down smoother than any tequila she had tasted before. Looking at the label she questioned if this was something new, frowning as she saw it was the typical bar rail stuff.

Dismissing the momentary concerns she turned around from the bar and dropped her jaw.

Legacy was squirming and shifting upon the stage, clearly well into her second song by how much of her outfit was left. Bridging her back on the stage she looked like she was screaming out in pleasure, what looked like some mist in the strobing lights of the club between her and the enthused front row throwing cash at her.

Legacy had never squirted before in her life, her body enthralled by her continued touch as she crested another climax encouraged by the audience's response to the spray of pussy juice she had just ejected towards them.

Snaking back up the pole Legacy moaned inaudibly beneath the music curling a finger summoning Ariana up on stage. Ariana's frizzy natural red ponytail obstructing the view of Legacy’s mons as her thong dropped to the stage.

I am not seeing this, Punky thought to herself as she saw Ariana quite clearly finger and lick Legacy’s pussy as Legacy parted her ass cheeks with the pole.

Looking around Punky once again asked herself, where was Alice? What was wrong with the girls? Why weren’t the bouncers cooling things down?

Looking to a frenzied Taylor, it became quite clear Punky needed to ask someone else if this had been going on all night.