Temp Job

Max felt himself getting unstrapped from the bench where his friend and coworker had spent the last few hours using his body for their own sadistic pleasure. A strong set of arms hefted him up and threw him over their shoulder. He could feel cum still dribbling out of his gaping hole. His vision was still blurry but he could see the employees of the club cleaning the room as he was carried out. They brought him through the back rooms to what appeared to be a dressing room and laid him gently on a couch. The strong armed employee covered him in a weighted blanket and shook his shoulder gently. Max looked up at him. He smiled.

“Just making sure you’re okay.” He left without saying anything else.

A few hours later Max woke up on the couch. He removed the blanket and sat up. His body ached all over, the lashes from the whip and the cane stung and pulsed as he moved. His asshole felt loose and raw. There was a set of folded clothes next to him with a note that said ‘Maxine’ on them. It was a pair of grey sweats and a matching sweatshirt. Max gingerly removed his stained and torn clothing and put on the soft outerwear. His body screamed at him as he stood. There was a stain on the couch where the lube and cum had leaked out of his broken hole. He waddled to the adjacent bathroom and washed up. When he came back out one of the employees was waiting.

“You’re up! How are you feeling?”

“I’m okay.”

“That looked like a fun time.”

“Yah.” Max was feeling the hangover of the **** his body took but agreed nevertheless.

“Tara is waiting for you.”

“Tara?” Max asked confused.

“Come with me.” She beckoned Max and he followed obediently. They wound their way through the back rooms, the sounds of debauchery still echoing in the background. They came to an office with a plaque that said ‘Manager’ on the door. The girl opened the door and ushered Max in before closing it behind him.

“Maxine! How are you doing?” Tara stood from a desk at the back of the room. She was wearing a matching pair of sweats and a sports bra.

“I’m okay. What’s going on?”

“Oh yah.” She hesitated. “Ya know how I said I run a coffee shop? That was kind of a lie. I run this place.” She gestured around her.

“You own this club?” Max was shocked.

“Yah.” Tara laughed nervously. “I was embarrassed to tell you when we met and then didn’t know how to tell you after.”

“I see.”

“Are you mad?”

“No, just kinda confused.”

“Did you have fun?”

“I did.”

“You seem upset.”

“No, just a lot to process.”

“Look, I just want to say, I really value your friendship and I don’t want you to hate me. I got caught up in the moment and you’re so hot and when I’m with Harry I just get into a mode and…” she trailed off.

“It’s fine. I wanted to do it and I liked it. I just haven’t had a chance to think. So you and Harry were like married?”

“Technically we still are. But we’re sort of separated. Our relationship is at its best in those rooms I’ll say that.”

“You do that a lot?”

“Less these days but yah, we used to do this with different girls every weekend.”

“I see.”

“But it was different with you. He should be back any minute. He went to get us all coffee and food.”

“What time is it?”

“Like 1am.”

“Is my asshole gunna be okay?”

Tara laughed. “Sorry, yes, you should be fine. Are you in a lot of pain?”

“Very sore.”

“I should hope so. We split you open.”

“Yah.”

“Don’t be mad.”

“I’m not mad.”

“You seem mad.”

“I feel a little weird.”

“That’s normal. That’s why Harry and I waited. We should all talk and if you need anything at all just let me know.”

“Water, do you have water?”

“Yah!” Tara seemed pleased Max asked for something and poured him a glass from a cooler on the corner. Max took it and downed it quickly. His throat had been so dry and the water felt incredible.

“So you own the club?”

“Yah. I have for like 4 years.”

“So when I was telling you about my thing with Harry you knew everything I was talking about?”

“Kind of. Like I said, I didn’t make the connection that you worked with Harry until you said his name. But I put it together before you made the reservation here. I genuinely wasn’t planning to join you but he wasn’t sure you would be such a pro. I just want to say again that I want to keep being your friend.”

Max thought for a moment. “I want to be friends too.” He paused again for awhile. Tara couldn’t sit still, she waited anxiously for Max to continue. “It was pretty hot.” Max blushed a bit.

“Wasn’t it?! Ohmygod, I’ve been on cloud nine for so long but also so worried you got overwhelmed.”

“I was definitely overwhelmed.” Max smiled and relaxed a bit. “I didn’t think I could handle that either honestly.”

“Dude, not to be rude or anything but you are like factory built to be a sex ****.”

Max blushed more. “Thanks?”

“I’m serious. Alot of people are subs but you’re like incredible. The way you react to everything is so hot.”

“You guys are a good team. I lost my mind a bit in there.”

“It’s not always like that. Harry and I were talking and that was the best chemistry we’ve had with anyone since forever.”

The door behind Max opened and Harry walked in with a bag and a tray of coffees. He put everything down and they all sat around a small table.

“How are you doing Maxine?” Harry asked, making eye contact with him.

“I’m good. I was a little dazed there for a second.”

“Maxine and were just chatting. She had a good time.” Tara jumped in.

“Good. I’m glad to hear it.” Harry relaxed a bit. “I was a little worried we got carried away.

“I felt like I got carried away.” Max said thinking back on the throes of pleasure and pain and his begging for more.

“God no, you were perfect.” Harry reassured Max and Tara nodded. “Did you ask her yet?” Harry looked at Tara.

“No not yet.” Tara looked down at her cup of coffee.

“Ask what?” Max felt nervous.

“Well Maxine, it’s very rare to find someone like you. Tara owns the club. We were thinking maybe you would want to work here, part time or full time, as a dancer and as a private room girl.”

“You want me to be a whore?” Max was a little offended.

“Not like that!” Tara said quickly.

“Just for us and premium clients.” Harry said.

“So a high class whore?” Max said offended. “I have a job.”

“I know I know. You don’t have to agree to it now, but the club needs people like you and you would make more money than you’re making now.”

“But I’d have to pay for my apartment.”

“Well that’s why part time might be good.” Harry seemed anxious.

“I had a lot of fun today but I don’t think I can do this full time.”

“Not everyone is like us. There’s also a lot of different ways you could do it.”

“Maxine, I thought it might be fun to work together. We’re not trying to offend you. And while you’re doing that you could also learn to be an assistant manager with me. Once you’re comfortable we could co-manage the club together.”

Max was shocked. He sat back in his chair feeling too many emotions to even process.

“What about Denver?” Max asked.

“I thought you might say that. Denver could give you a leave of absence and contract with the club. You could still work with him just as a club girl.”

“So like what?”

“Like go into the office for your morning meetings and go on actual like dates with him. All the fun stuff none of the paperwork.” Max was quiet. “It’s basically the same except you get management experience here and you get all the fun stuff.”

“I need to think about it.” Max wasn’t sure what to think.

“Of course. Offer stands permanently. You could decide months from now if you want.

“Okay.” Max finished his coffee and got up to leave.

“Just think about it.” Harry said. Max nodded. Tara followed him to the door and called him a ride outside.

“Was this the plan all along?” Max asked.

“I swear to you, it’s all a big happy coincidence. I just would love to have you around and honestly, your job seems like it’s run its course. You would have so much more agency here. Just sleep on it, let’s get lunch and workout this weekend if you want?”

“Okay.” Max got in his ride and thought the rest of the night without really thinking about anything.