Sharon puts on a show

D'Marcus shoved Margo's head back into his lap, and she started sucking again. She was really starting to get into it now to the point of actually enjoying it. D'Marcus didn't even have to hold her down by her hair any more. She had learned her lesson, and he knew she would behave.

It was at that point Sharon came waltzing through the door. She saw Margo, only clad in a blue thong, on her knees giving head to a Black man. She was shocked by the spectacle. "Margo!" she exclaimed. "What do you think you're doing?" Before she could get an answer, someone jumped her from behind, threw a bag over her face, and knocked her to the floor. The opressive weight on top of her had knocked the wind out of her, but her arms still flailed in a futile attempt to push her body up off the floor. She could hear the door to the room slam shut behind her. It frightened her to the point where she became frantic. Then she felt a cold, steel object at her throat, and she went limp with terror.

"I'm gonna let you up, bitch" the man on top of Sharon whispered into her ear. "Just take it nice and slow, and no screaming. You won't get hurt if you do that. Understand?"

Sharon shook her head in the affirmative, and she felt the man lift up off of her. She laid there on the floor, trying to regain her senses. She got up slowly, the bag still over her head. "W-w-what do you want from me?" she asked. The bag was removed from her head, and before her she saw three rather large Black men. In the background Margo was still busy servicing D'Marcus for all she was worth. She looked back at the door where she saw a rather large Black man dressed in a nice suit, holding a gun.

"See your friend over there?" said the lankiest one of the three. "You're gonna do exactly what she's doing. But first you're gonna give us a show, and it better be good. Now strip out of them clothes. All of them. Make sure you give us a good show."

The tall, stately brunette looked around the room. Then she looked down at the ground at her feet. She knew she didn't have much of a choice as she glanced up at Margo again. Someone turned on some very steamy music, and they all sat down, except the man guarding the door. He looked at Sharon in a menacing way. "Strip, or we'll strip you" he said. "And if we strip you, you'll be walking home naked. That is, if you can still walk." They all laughed, and it was a laugh Sharon didn't appreciate.

Slowly Sharon started moving to the rythm. Her hips started swaying, and her body writhed like a live wire. She slowly unzipped her suede leather jacket and shrugged it off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. "That's it baby!" hooted the lanky one. "You need to teach your friend how to dance like that!" She gyrated and wriggled out of her tee shirt, a little embarrassed that she had chosen it for what it said: 'Phi Beta Nudes' across the breast area. She dropped the shirt as she continued, glad that she had at least worn her pink long johns. But soon her long john top joined her shirt and jacket on the floor in a heap. Still she danced, thrusting out her pink lace bra encased orbs for all to see. If a show was what they wanted, she would give it to them.

Sharon unclipped the front of her bra and played peek-a-boo as she flashed each individual breast for all to see. Even D'Marcus had allowed Margo to stop so she could watch Sharon. Everyone it seemed was mesmerised by the young beauty.

Sharon finally discarded the bra onto the pile of clothes. She took a breast in each hand and held them out for her audience's inspection. She toyed with her nipples, causing them to become fully erect. They were thick and long, and set against the backdrop of large, deep pink aureola. Her belt came next, and she whipped it off, pretending to spank herself with it. Everyone went crazy. Next came her Doc Martens, only she stuck a foot up to one of the men to allow them to untie it for her. Once they were both untied, she kicked them off and danced around in her stocking feet. Next she slowly undid her jeans and slowly wriggled out of them, shaking her ass at her more than appreciative audience.

It was almost hard to tell exactly who the captives were as Sharon teased them yet again with glimpses of her frilly pink lace panties underneath her long john bottoms. Finally the long john bottoms went the way of the rest of her clothing as they too hit the pile on the floor. Now she pranced around the men, sticking out her pink pantied ass for them to admire. She started to remove her pink and purple striped socks, but one of them yelled, "Forget the socks! Get them panties off!" She pranced around the men a little more, teasing them with glimpses of her thick, curly brunette bush. Finally she hooked her thumbs in the waistband, and off they came as she shimmied out of them. She danced and pranced around them naked with th panties in her hand until the music ended. Then she shot them right at the gunman, hitting him right in the nose with them.

The gunman now moved away from the door with Sharon's panties in his hand. He knew she wasn't going anywhere naked. He walked up to Sharon and put his arm around her. "That was some show you put on" he said. "I liked it so much I'm willing to give you a choice."

"Choice?" The comment caught Sharon off guard. "What do you mean?"

"What I mean is this: You can stay here and party with all of us, then get sold after that with your friend, or you can come work for me now and start earning lotsa green. You got talent, and you'll look nice dancing in my club. I know lotsa people who'd love to bang a chic like you."

Sharon looked around at all the horny men, then looked over at Margo. Margo's eyes seemed to plead to her for help. She looked at the gunman. "You're talking white slavery either way, aren't you?"

"I'm afraid so, sweet meat" answered the gunman in a matter-of-fact tone of voice. "We just can't let you two walk out of here knowing about us."

"But what if we promise not to say anything?" Sharon pleaded, more than asked.

"In this part of the city, promisin' and sayin' is two different thangs" he said in response. "If you wanna live, you'll do one or the other."

Sharon thought about everything. It was her fault Margo was here. She felt guilty about that. They both knew now what awaited them after this bunch of thugs had used and abused them. It was slavery, plain, pure, and simple. Could she make a deal for both of them to work at this thug's club together? Did she want to be sold with Margo, so she could at least watch over her? Either way she and Margo would probably end up fucking a lot of people, and neither of them would ever be heard from again by friends or family.

D'Marcus had already pulled Margo's face back down into his crotch. She was once again busy sucking and licking the monster cock. Sharon watched her beautiful red haired friend bob up and down. She turned to the thug to give him her answer.