Work it off ...

Alyssa was stunned by the sudden change in events. She stood dumbfounded, looking at Paul and then around the room checking all the other men who were staring, waiting to see what she would do. The sudden adrenaline rush, sobered Alyssa enough to make her realize her predicament, but she was still intoxicated enough to convince herself she had no other alternative. She started slowly swaying to the music blaring from the speaker overhead, getting into a sensuous dancing rhythm, which was quickly interrupted by Paul. “C’mon, I gotta get back to the bar, off with the clothes, let’s see those titties!” Alyssa looked at the other four dancers, noting that all they had on were their dancing shoes. Each one swayed to the music seductively rolling their hips, while constantly glancing towards Alyssa, waiting to watch her strip. Emboldened by the **** and the presence of the other girls, Alyssa crossed her arms and grabbed the lower hem of the tight fitting red top. She wriggled her torso as she raised her arms, peeling the top off as she did so. The moment her tits sprang free, she felt the cool air caress the puckering nipples, along with hearing the whoops and hollers from several men around the room. Several seconds later, she was flushed with embarrassment, dropping the crumpled top on the corner of the platform. She instinctively covered her tits until she heard Paul admonishing her. Then she rubbed them as if she were warming them from the cold air, a poor attempt at making it look like it was part of a routine. She danced for a few seconds until she caught a glimpse of Paul, still staring at her with his arms crossed and a stern look on his face. “Panties too.” Knowing she had no other option, but to obey, she began to wiggle out of her extra tight shorts, not thinking clearly enough. When Alyssa got the tight latex down around her thighs, she realized she couldn’t get them off over her boots. Now in a very awkward position, Alyssa fell to her rump, to the laughing enjoyment of the patrons. She slid out of the boots and finally pried her legs free of the shorts. Paul moved in a flash, quickly snagging up the four articles of clothing. “You’ll get these back when I get my money.” Alyssa watched him walk back to the bar, greeted by cheers and congratulations from the men at the bar.

There was nothing left for Alyssa to do, but dance. The music overhead, kept blaring into her heads Alyssa began dancing. The only problem was that there was no one sitting around her. The other girls had a few men sitting by them, occasionally tossing a bill or two in their direction. She felt like jumping down and running out of there, but where would she go? Nearly ten minutes had passed and no one had moved in her direction. The men at the bar, the ones she had been toying with earlier, stuck to their seats watching her struggle through the embarrassment, and enjoying the view of her nakedness for an extended period of time. Finally, a group of five young men walked through the door and decided to sit at her station. She danced for them for three songs, and only managed to get six dollars tossed her way. It was going to be a long time before she earned enough to settle her tab.

Alyssa then heard the DJ’s voice announce five girls’ names, saying that they were coming up for the next set. Alyssa continued dancing until a busty red head climbed up on the platform with her, sitting on the edge, waiting for her to finish. “How’s it going sweetie?” she smiled. Alyssa responded that she wasn’t doing so well. “New here, aren’t ya?” Alyssa nodded somewhat as she proceeded to make room for the new dancer. “You never make any money on the platform, Cupcake. The real money’s in the Private Booths.” Alyssa asked what she meant as she scooted off the riser. The replacement dancer handed Alyssa a small cloth bag, stuffing the six dollars scattered on the floor into it. “Here use this for your money,” she offered. Alyssa thanked her, waiting for an explanation. “Find the real spenders, and take them to the back! Have fun!”

Alyssa was lost, standing on the floor amongst the patrons, not knowing what to do. Alyssa watched her replacement work the young men at her station more effectively than she had. She took mental notes, watching as the redhead made seductive eye contact with each guy, seemingly dancing just for them. The redhead already had at least ten dollars from the group, and the first song wasn’t even over! Alyssa then noticed the other girls that had been dancing when she was. They were parading around the room, sitting in guys’ laps, letting them run their hands all over. A few men would offer some additional money. Alyssa then watched one girl whisper into a guy’s ear and then led him by the hand to the back. She watched the guy hand some money to a bouncer sitting at the entrance, and then the two disappeared into the blackness. Alyssa returned her eyes to the other girls again, watching another girl take a good looking lad to the back. He too handed some money to the ‘gatekeeper’ before heading to the back. A few minutes later the first couple came out. The girl collected some money from the burly guard and returned to the crowd in search of another willing patron. Alyssa was just trying to gather up enough courage to venture into the crowd when she was confronted by a pimply faced, geeky looking kid.

“Hi! My name’s Dave. I’m the DJ. I can tell you’re new here. All you’ve got to do is relax. The rest takes care of itself. Now what’s your name?”

Alyssa studied the young kid’s sincerity, trying to determine if it was real or not. She entrusted him and began to utter her name. “Al…, uh,” she paused suddenly realizing the other dancers must have used phony names. There was no way they would all have bimbo names like: Jade, Jewel, Candy, Opal, and Sugar. She had already started though, settling on, “… Aly. You can call me Aly.”

He held out his hand. “Nice to meet you Aly. Are you trying to figure out the routine?” Alyssa nodded, shaking his hand in the process. “Well, there are two groups of girls. One group works the floor, while the other works the platforms. The stage is reserved for headliners that come in every night. Each group works their spot for half an hour then rotates again, giving everyone a fair shot at the good money. When you go back to the platforms, you always go to a new one, giving the guys a steady stream of different girls.” Alyssa thanked him for the information, but asked him about the private booths. He grabbed Alyssa’s hand and pulled her towards the black hole. He stopped at the doorway, looking at the big guy sitting in the chair behind a pedestal. “This here is Bubba. Bubba … Aly. Bubba handles all the transactions. He collects the money, and makes sure there’s no trouble. As long as everything goes all right, you get paid when you come out. Bubba, I’m gonna take her back, keep an eye on the booth.” Bubba nodded and smiled a sneering smile at Alyssa, showing his missing tooth. Alyssa suddenly felt uneasy. She followed Dave into the darkness.

“Once you come in here, look for the room with the red light.” Alyssa sensed the familiarity of the narrow corridor from last night, but didn’t recall any of the other rooms, nor the red lights above the small doorways. They stepped through the door with the red light. Dave waited for Alyssa to step into the room then closed the door behind her. “Once you close the door, you have ten minutes to complete your business. Otherwise, Bubba comes in and breaks things up. If the guy is finished before the ten minutes is up, then he leaves first. If the ten minutes go by, you’ll hear a buzzer go off. You must leave immediately and return to the floor, leaving the guy in the room.” Alyssa looked at the small room equipped with a dim yellow overhead light, a padded table, a small folding chair, a small wastebasket, a bin mounted on the wall containing what looked and smelled like baby wipes, and another bin containing paper towels. By the time Alyssa had finished scanning the room, Dave was sitting on the padded table with his pants down around his ankles. His rather average sized cock was standing at attention, as Alyssa stared. She was shocked, but not surprised, having surmised this is what went on back here. She looked at Dave, whom she had placed her trust earlier, coming to realize he was just using her for his enjoyment. “Now let’s see how you do, don’t waste time. Time is money.” Dave gripped his cock and waved it at her as if silently saying, “Here it is; come and get it.”

Alyssa was ****, but felt obligated to do as he had requested. If it wasn’t for his help, along with the redhead’s, she’d probably be there for a week, trying to get the money together to pay off the tab. Alyssa slowly dropped to her knees hearing the muted music playing through small speakers in the room. She pressed her head between the nerd’s thighs and ran her tongue over the short shaft. As soon as he let go of his prod, Alyssa engulfed it and started sucking the pole. The poor kid was moaning within fifteen seconds, shortly thereafter spewing a mouthful of cum into Alyssa’s throat. Alyssa swallowed the extremely salty liquid, making an awful face as she did so. By the time Alyssa was done licking her chops, trying to get the awful taste out of her mouth, Dave had pounced off the table and was pulling his pants up as he was walking out the door. “You’ll do just fine,” he announced over his shoulder as he made his way out of the hallway and back to his booth. Alyssa staggered back into the main room, feeling as if every eye in the place were staring at her, each one with that ‘I know what you were doing in there,’ kind of look. She felt very uneasy as she walked by Bubba, figuring that Dave’s time was ‘on the house,’ not expecting to get paid. She didn’t!

Alyssa began walking toward the slightly larger crowd of men, her cloth bag draped around her wrist. She eyed the different men, trying to figure out who she wanted to work on, when she heard Dave’s weasel-like voice overhead. “Ruby, Spice, Ginger, Jupiter, and Aly to the dance area.” Aly cursed, not believing that a half hour had already passed by. It was really gonna take all night to earn the money. Alyssa picked a platform that had seven men seated around it. She meandered to the platform and scooted onto it, joining Jade, who was getting off. Jade was smiling, and seemingly very friendly towards Alyssa. “Work it girl. You got it; flaunt it!” Alyssa wasn’t quite sure what she was talking about, but smiled and thanked Jade nonetheless. Recalling Candy’s actions earlier, Alyssa quickly slipped into her performance, mimicking Candy’s moves and actions. Alyssa locked eyes with a rather good looking blonde lad and wiggled her hips intentionally in his direction. She watched as he held up a dollar and slowly caressed her leg with the crisp bill. Alyssa lowered her bottom, letting the lad slide the bill past her knee onto her thigh, where she trapped it with her hand. She winked at the boy who was smiling mischievously before turning around and zeroing in on another prospect. Finally getting the hang of it, Alyssa began working the men in earnest. However, she got a little ticked off when Jade stole the blonde from her and took him to the back room. By the time her shift was over, she had thirteen dollars to stuff into her cloth purse. It was getting a little bit better. Opal climbed onto her stage and welcomed her to the crew. Alyssa hopped off the platform with a plan forming in her head. She headed back to the bar and confronted the two men that she had drank the slippery nipples, and the blowjobs with.

“Would either of you like a real slippery nipple in the back room?” She batted her eyelashes at the two men hoping one would take the bait. The slightly older guy on the right rose to his feet and said he would. He followed Alyssa to the dark area and was stopped by Bubba.

“Ten for hand job; twenty oral; forty fuck; sixty anal; ten minute limit.” Alyssa’s eyes went wide. She had no clue she was practically prostituting herself for money. It was too late now. She watched as the guy handed a twenty to Bubba. Satisfied it was just a blowjob, Alyssa headed into the dark hallway with her john in tow. They entered through the first door, which was lit. Alyssa closed the door and told the guy to go ahead and strip. Alyssa watched as he lowered his trousers and boxers, revealing a soft, shriveled prick. Alyssa pulled the chair up and sat down between his legs. She immediately engulfed the soft flesh and began suckling the prick until it began growing within her mouth. After spending a few minutes bringing it to life, Alyssa began bobbing on the decent sized pole, slurping noisily as she did so. After a few minutes, she heard the guy begin moaning. A few minutes later he began rolling his hips. He continued rolling his hips, getting closer and closer to the edge, when suddenly a loud buzzer screamed in Alyssa’s ear. She remembered Dave’s instruction, amazed that the time had flown by so quickly. She got up and left the poor guy all alone in the room and headed out to Bubba. She stood by Bubba waiting expectantly to get paid.

Bubba looked at her with a weird question crossing his face. “Did the guy get his rocks off?” Alyssa shook her head no, saying they needed more time. Bubba shook his head, “You only get paid if they get their rocks off!” Then he waved his arm for her to get out of his way, “Now get back to the floor!”

Alyssa couldn’t believe her ears! Dave didn’t say anything about that. She just wasted nearly fifteen minutes for nothing. Before the older gent had a chance to make his way back to the bar, Alyssa hit his partner up for a shot; he accepted eagerly. Alyssa dragged him to the back and listened to Bubba’s practiced routine, rattling off the various fees. Alyssa watched as the guy handed Bubba a twenty, and then gasped when she saw him hand over another one. Bubba waved them inside and Alyssa opened the door across the hallway from the one she was just in. She swallowed the lump in her throat and then closed the door with a sense of urgency. She helped the younger friend out of his pants only to find his willie shrunken and shriveled also. She cursed her luck and stroked his cock till it started growing. She hopped up on the table and spread her legs encouraging the buck to mount her. He climbed atop Alyssa and thrust his pecker inside Alyssa, spearing her soft folds with ease. Alyssa moaned as he began humping into her, his cock still growing within her velvety glove. She knew she didn’t have much time and was anxious for him to finish. The problem was that he wasn’t quite hard enough yet, and wasn’t ready to pop. Alyssa, however, was truly getting aroused from the pleasant friction, realizing she hadn’t had a real cock in her pussy in nearly twenty-four hours. She was the one nearly cumming prematurely. She was so lost in her world of pleasure that she forgot to concentrate on her nameless partner. She kept humping back to meet the thrusting cock, when suddenly she heard the buzzer go off. She was so near to an orgasm and knew the guy hadn’t cum yet, that she ignored the warning, telling the guy to keep going. She was so close she couldn’t stop … until Bubba slammed through the door. He pulled the guy off of Alyssa and yanked Alyssa from the table. “Times up,” he screamed at her, flinging her out the open door, causing her to bounce off the opposing wall. Bubba apologized to the guy and closed the door. He loudly berated Alyssa and smacked her ass, leaving a stinging imprint as she stumbled back onto the floor. This time, every eye in the place was on her as she was rubbing her bruised backside. The eyes quickly went back to the other girls, but Alyssa was not only completely humiliated, she was no closer to getting her bar tab paid off. Dave’s whining voice rippled over the speakers again calling her back to the dancing area.

Alyssa searched out the redhead, Candy and found her on a far pedestal near the bar. There were only four men there, but Alyssa needed to talk to Candy. Alyssa scooted onto the platform, waiting for Candy to acknowledge her. Candy asked how she was doing and Alyssa replied that she was having problems in the back room. Alyssa told her that ten minutes wasn’t enough time. Candy laughed. “Girl, you gotta work ‘em first. Find the guys with the real hard cocks then take them back. Or if you got a fish on the hook, work him till its nice and hard then take him back.” Alyssa thanked Candy for the insight and made a mental note for the next time she hit the floor. This time, rather than dance, Alyssa opted to roll around on the platform, swaying her legs and hips to the music. She felt crumpled bills tossed atop her while she rolled about. She let several guys wedge dollar bills between her breasts as she leaned over the edge of the platform to get close to them. By the time this shift was up she had an additional twenty dollars stuffed into her bag. ‘Almost there,’ she convinced herself, noting now that she knew how to work the back room and the floor. Opal took her place as Alyssa hit the floor in search of a willing and ready stud. This time she targeted a young man sitting towards the back. She caught his eye and headed straight for him. She boldly walked up to him and straddled his legs and sat down in his lap. She wriggled her tits in his face and said, “Hi, I’m Aly, what’s your name?” The young guy stammered something that Alyssa ignored. “Do you like what you see?” she teased grinding her hips into his lap. He replied that the view was fine holding up a dollar which Alyssa put in his mouth, then squeezed between her breasts, pulling the bill from his wet lips. She felt a slight bulge in his pants and rose up, glancing at its size. It was relatively nice, but she figured she could bring him closer before taking him to the back. She spun around and stuck her ass within inches of his face then planted herself down on his lap again. This time she wriggled her ass in his lap until she felt his cock between her ass cheeks. She looked over her shoulder and saw him holding another dollar bill. Before taking the bill from him, she asked, “Do you want me to take that, or do you want to take me …” She paused for a moment then added, “… in the back?” The boy’s eyes lit up as he pulled the bill back from Alyssa. Alyssa pulled him out of the chair and dragged him to the back. He paid Bubba the twenty and Alyssa escorted him into a room. She closed the door and pinned him up against the door, sliding down his body she brought his pants and briefs down to his ankles. His hard cock, purple and angry sprang out from the elastic, nearly banging her in her face. “My your so big,” she lied, before engulfing the fat head of his prick. She slid her wet mouth up and down along his pole, feeling him twitch and pulse. Eager to not lose out, Alyssa reached up and began playing with the tightened nut sack, dancing her fingers over the heavy balls. A few seconds later, he groaned and sent an abundant load of rather sweet tasting sperm down Alyssa’s throat, as she gulped hungrily. Finally she had done it. With Candy’s help, she had managed to work one of the patrons to her favor. Alyssa dressed the happy boy and sent him out the door. She followed him out, ready to prey on another victim. Before she headed to the floor, she stopped by Bubba and smiled, ready for him to hand over the money.

“That’s the way,” he complemented as he fished through his money drawer. “Good work,” he said as he handed her a ten dollar bill.

“What’s this,” Alyssa hissed. “It was a blowjob not a hand job!”

“I know,” proclaimed Bubba. “I keep track! You did oral, and he got off, so you get ten!”

“I thought it was twenty for a blowjob!”

“It is, but the ‘house’ gets fifty percent!” Bubba smiled that same smile showing off his missing tooth. Alyssa huffed in disgust, stomping her way back to the floor. She tried working the crowd again, but couldn’t get any bites, however she did garner a few extra bills. It was back to dancing again. Alyssa was pissed about the take on her performance, but decided to get it over with. She managed to gather up another twenty dancing and went back to the floor. She focused on another skinny gent sitting off to the side. It took nearly ten minutes to get him primed and ready, but she convinced him to take her to the back. She was happy to see him give forty to Bubba. Once inside the room, she quickly stripped him down and laid him on the table. She hopped up on top of him and rode him like a cowboy, feeling his prick plunge into her canal. Alyssa praised him and his long cock as they both neared a climax. She felt her orgasm coming on quickly and couldn’t hold back, thrashing about as the jolts went off in her body. Her contractions set off a chain reaction in the guy pinned beneath her, filling her pussy with his seed. That was what Alyssa needed to rejuvenate her spirits. It was as if she had a protein energy shot, revitalizing her energy. Alyssa hopped off the table and fetched a couple wipes, cleaning the guy off, and then dried him with the paper towels. She sent him on his way while she cleaned herself up. She met Bubba out front, who grinned and handed her twenty dollars. Alyssa hit the dance area one more time and garnered another fuck during her next floor session. She now had nearly two hundred dollars cash in her purse.

She decided she had had enough and needed to get out of there. She went to Paul and asked to clear her tab. Paul pulled a slip of paper from the register and then met Alyssa at the side of the bar. “So how much did you make?”

“What does it matter,” she quipped back.

“Well,” Paul calmly stated, “Ten percent goes to the DJ and twenty percent to the bartenders.”

“WHAT?” Alyssa was nearly screaming. “This is bullshit,” she said, slamming her fist into the bar. She gave Brad twenty, which he handed over to Dave. Alyssa then handed forty to Paul, which he put in a jar with all the other tip money he and the other bartender had.

Paul then checked Alyssa’s remaining money and calculated that she was still fifteen dollars short. Alyssa was growing infuriated at this point, and Paul calmed her down. He offered to take care of the balance himself, if Alyssa would take care of him! Not thinking clearly, because she was so frustrated, Alyssa turned and hissed, “let’s go!”

Paul hopped the bar yelling over his shoulder, “Greg, cover me for ten.” He followed Alyssa to the back room. As Alyssa was walking by Bubba, she was doubly shocked to hear Bubba say, “Yo Dave, cover me for ten!” Both Paul and Bubba were now pushing Alyssa down the hallway to an open door. Before Alyssa knew what was happening, both staff members were manhandling her onto their cocks. Bubba was fucking her pussy as Paul was fucking her mouth. They quickly spun her around and swapped positions. Alyssa was crashing through orgasms despite the practical ****. She then felt a cock explode in her pussy, and then another plunge into her ass. A few minutes later it too exploded, drenching her duodenum. Panting from exhaustion, Alyssa lay bent over the padded table, trying to catch her breath. She heard Paul say she could grab her clothes from behind the bar whenever she wanted.

After recuperating Alyssa cleaned up and staggered back to the bar, purposely ignoring Bubba’s snorting laugh. She grabbed the clothes and boots and headed for another door that was for the dancers. Inside, she was met by Candy who was changing into her ‘street’ clothes. Candy asked how she did, and Alyssa related what had happened, and that she was broke. Candy consoled her and offered to buy her a drink, and then said she’d take her home. Alyssa was grateful for Candy’s generosity and her apparent friendship. The two drank down long island iced teas at the opposite end of the bar, where Greg was working. When they finished, they headed out of the bar. Candy said the cab would be here any second. Sure enough the checkered cab pulled up and the two ladies climbed inside.

The driver asked where to, and Alyssa gasped in shock and laughter. As the taxi headed out, Alyssa leaned in and whispered into Candy’s ear about her exploits from yesterday afternoon, and that the driver that was driving them back, was the same driver. Candy broke out in earnest laughter, while the cabbie hadn’t yet made the connection with Alyssa.