They enter a very seedy club

The corner booth was free. Perfect!

His right hand still digging firmly into Jessica’s fleshy left ass-cheek, Stefan led the starlet through the dimly-lit club and into the corner towards the table as the loud hip hop music blared from the club’s over-sized speakers.

The “Gat” was not a big club. The “Gat” was not a nice club. In fact, there was barely anything in the small, seedy establishment that explained why it could possibly as packed as it was. The only reason why women came here was to pick up a John. The only reason a man would come here was to pick up a whore. And the management was appropriately relaxed towards the seedy business, encouraging it even. Sex shows and wet-T-shirt-contest were daily events. The “Gat” was legendary in Amsterdam’s seedy underworld.

As she was paraded through the club by her German “friend”, Jessica’s eyes darted around wildly, widened with shock. She was used a quite high standard regarding Clubs from her usual lifestyle. Hollywood’s finest only ever visited the best… However, even by lowered standards, she would have been shocked at the debauchery.

Barely a minute had passed since she and Stefan had passed the huge bouncer and her ass had already been grabbed and roughly squeezed by faceless strangers three times!

The crowd looked about as seedy as the club’s interior. Sweaty, obscene men, few of them as well-dressed as Jessica would have deemed natural for a night out, were packed densely on the dancefloor, at the bar and at the tables, vastly outnumbering the women.

The women were another story. It took one glance to know the leather and spandex clad women were prostitutes. At least I don’t stick out anymore, Jessica sullenly thought. Stefan had led her through the streets for over an hour after he had re-dressed her and Jessica had thought she’d die of shame. After a few minutes she had realized that at least none of the people passing by recognized her, the thick coating of make-up apparently doing a well enough job to conceal her identity, and she had felt a little better.

It didn’t change however, that even by conservative estimates she was sure that at least a hundred people had caught glimpses of her cunt whenever she walked by and her skirt rode up. She’d received hoots and hollers in masses, each single one making her blush in shame, while each single one made Stefan grin smugly.

And the wolf-whistles and cat-calls weren’t even the worst! The worst part was that small, pesky object that stretched out her asshole! Even if it wouldn’t have been vibrating it would have been distracting.

But it did! It vibrated! And not even in a constant hum. Instead, Stefan used his small remote to control the buttplug from inside his pocket as he led her through the city, mockingly “giving her a tour of Amsterdam”, sometimes having it buzz lowly, sometimes dialing it up until her eyes bugged out and she almost fell to her knees.

He had not fucked her though… Not since the changing room. It seemed he wanted to give his cock a little break… However, twice he had pushed her into the shadows of some alleyways and had made her bend over, telling her to grab her ankles. As she complied he had then fingered her to two orgasms, jamming his fingers into her cunt as the butt-plug occupied her asshole, each time making her give stifled cries of humiliated pleasure. God, the snide remarks and insults he hurled at her had hurt her pride!

Now that it was already late evening he had led her into this club and just from the expression on his face as he had led her towards the entrance she could tell he was up to no good.

Now, as he slid into the booth she knew what he had been so smug about… Jessica Alba, dressed like a 5-Dollar-whore in a 2-Dollar-club! Hilarious!

As she attempted to follow him into the booth, glad to be able to disappear into the shadows, Stefan’s hand stopped her. The humiliated actress gave him a questioning look.

“What are you doing, Ficksau?” Stefan cocked an eyebrow, his hand slipping down from her butt to between her legs, causing Jessica to gasp as her wet pussy was rubbed from behind, “Bring me something to drink, bitch!”

Jessica looked at him incredulous. How the fuck did she end up here? And why the fuck was a part of her enjoying this?! “Wh…” she cleared her throat as the tip of his finger pushed into her hot hole, “What do you want?!”

“Hmmmmm…” Stefan pretended to ponder, a wide smile on his face as he shoved his finger knuckle-deep into Jessica’s cunt, watching the shocked expression on her face as he lazily stroked her pussy. Such a fun little slut! “I think… a bottle of Tequila!”

“I…” Jessica closed her eyes to stop herself from crying out when Stefan’s finger slid out and he instead gave her butt-plug a slight pull, testing her tiny sphincter. “I… don’t have… any money!” Once more she was breathing heavily.

Stefan chuckled as he saw Jessica grip the edge of the booth’s table, her knuckles whitening. “What are we going to do about that, huh?” he teased as he began to rub Jessica’s by now slimy cunt lips again. “A broke little cum dumpster!” He saw her brow twitch, indicating that the insults still shamed her. Good!

He pulled out a folded 50-€-note. “Don’t worry, Ficksau, my treat!”

Jessica opened her eyes and saw the grinning German hold up the note as his other hand was under her skirt, rubbing her clit. However, as she reached for it Stefan pulled it away. When she gave a quizzical look he smirked before glancing down at her mouth.

She did not even protest. Sighing in defeat, Jessica complied and bent down, taking the folded note between her soft, pouty lips. She only took it out when she had straightened. It had a slight smear of her lip-stick on it.

“What do we say…” Stefan cocked an eyebrow.

On any other day, Jessica would have glared at the condescending behavior. Instead she lowered her eyes. “Thanks!” she mumbled.

“Good girl!” Stefan commended her, then let go of her twat and gave her ass a slap, hard enough to make her gasp, “Now bring my tequila!”

Stefan smirked as he watched Jessica strut off, her steps slightly shaky as she made her way towards the bar. To his amusement, the stunning actress could not walk five consecutive meters without someone grabbing or slapping her firm behind, men of all shapes and sizes testing the meat as she went past.

All the women in this club were scantily dressed, but no amount of make-up could truly hide how beautiful Jessica was, much to the distressed girl’s disadvantage, as it only got her more attention. Despite the fact she was facing away from him, the German was positive that the Latina’s cheeks were burning with shame, yet amazingly, she did not stop a single man, enduring each and every single advance.

The lanky man made a satisfactory note of that. He was sure that the girl he had met this morning would have stood up for herself if common low-lives like these had shown this kind of audacity. Yet, the ordeals of the day, the ordeals he had put her through, seemed to have done well to tame the proud girl as roughly a dozen men took their liberties with her leather-wrapped bum, yet she didn’t do so much as glare.

When she finally reached the bar Stefan could see that all the disrespectful fondling had caused Jessica’s white skirt to ride up slightly and he and a handful of other gleeful, attentive men were treated to a view of the bottoms of her butt-cheeks.

Ever the spoil-sport, once she reached the bar, Jessica finally dared to straighten her skirt, pulling the way-too-tight garment down to just cover her modesty, however, when she ordered her drink a groan from multiple throats was audible even over the blaring music, as she had to bend over the bar to get the barkeeper to hear her, which once more caused her skirt to rise.

As luck would have it, at this very second one of the club’s aimlessly wandering spotlights happened to trail over to the bar and to the multiple men’s appreciation it illuminated the humiliated starlet’s upskirt-moment mercilessly. Not only did they all get an eyeful of hairless, slick clam, Jessica’s skirt had also just risen high enough so the spotlight was reflected by the ruby-red crystal wedged between her buttocks. Every man in presence immediately knew exactly what this meant, that the hot little brunette whore was wearing a fucking butt-plug.

To make matters even worse, Stefan, a shit-eating grin on his thin face, thumbed the little remote-control’s dial up suddenly, causing it to vibrate powerfully inside the girl’s rectum. He chuckled when he saw Jessica almost jump to the ceiling in shock, one hand shooting back to cover her behind.

When she twirled around to glare at him, Stefan was sure the actress would break down then and there, and she did have tears in her eyes, but she held it together.

Mercifully, once the barkeeper set down the tablet with the tequila and two normal drinking glasses in front of Jessica, he powered the plug down again and watched as she gripped the tablet white-knuckled and made her way back, earning herself another round of spanks and cat-calls.

With her hands occupied by her task one fat, sweaty Arabic-looking man in a painfully tight light-blue shirt became especially audacious. Stepping up quickly from behind he reached around her with both hands and Jessica could do little else but squeal in shock as his pudgy hands darted underneath her shirt and roughly squeezed both of her bare tits, his fingers roughly pinching and pulling the sensitive nipples. The incredulous, wide-eyed expression on her flawless face was priceless as she struggled to keep the bottle balanced.

Before the Latina had even had the chance to react in any way the Arab was gone again and Stefan didn’t hold back the laughter as the shaken starlet finally set the bottle and the glasses down on his table.

“Stop laughing!” she hissed, her ears deep red and tears gleaming in her eyes as she attempted to sit opposite him. Stefan was having none of that though, grabbing her hand and pulling her into the seat next to him.

“Relax!” he laughed, pouring two drinks and handing Jessica the one that was almost three-times as full as his own. She glared at him, but before she had the chance to protest Stefan grabbed the hand holding her drink and made her down it all in one go while also drinking his.

Fuck tequila! Jessica was overwhelmed. It seemed the theme of the day. Ever since she had entered Stefan’s room after breakfast she felt like she was one step too slow. She was still fighting the liquor burning its path down her throat as she watched Stefan pour her another one, equally full and all she did was stare up at him with begging eyes as he made her drink it, this time neglecting himself completely.