The Pearl

Part One - The Interview

Dave Miller sat in his large leather chair staring at the security camera feed. This particular camera was pointed at a beautiful woman striding towards the front door of his establishment. The feed was a little grainy but there was no doubting it was her.

You couldn’t mistake a body like that, he thought to himself. He had seen her pictures in her online application. He had responded immediately, inviting her in for an audition. He hoped he hadn’t seemed too eager.

Fuck me, she is hot as shit. I want her working here. No, I need her working here. She’ll make me a fortune. The high-rollers will be falling over themselves to get a piece of her.

He turned away from the screen and lit up his cigar. He had been looking forward to this....

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Lara smoothed her dress and checked her reflection in the mirror of her beat up Volkswagen beetle one last time before getting out and approaching the large front door to The Pearl. The dress was a slinky black number, plunging dangerously low in the back and clinging to her curves in all the right places. She looked good, and she knew it too. But she would need to look good where she was going. The Pearl was the premier lap dancing club in the area and her goal was to fill their vacancy for a dancer. She had applied online several days ago and gotten an immediate invite to audition.

It was not a job she had done before nor a career path she would have considered in her youth and yet circumstances had brought her to this moment. She needed the money. She had three different credit cards deep in the red and her dirtbag ex-boyfriend had robbed half her furniture and emptied her bank account when she had ended things.

Asshole, she thought to herself.

That wasn’t to say she was inexperienced in this arena. Far from it, as she had spent over a year as a waitress in a strip club back home called The Pussy Cat. Lara had learned a great deal in that time, from the rowdy behaviour of the patrons to the sisterly bonds and fierce rivalries between the dancers. She had watched and learned from the veterans, absorbing their technique and attitude. They had taught her the art of teasing and tempting, of building desire to a fever pitch before leaving the punters wanting more. Lara had been a fast learner, picking up the tricks and secrets of the trade with an almost uncanny ease.

But despite all this knowledge, Lara couldn't deny a flutter of nerves in her stomach as she reached for the door handle. A lot of that was knowledge and theory. This was the real thing. This was different, a new level of intimacy and expectation. Now, she wouldn't just be serving drinks and making polite conversation. She would be the main attraction, the centre of attention. The sole purpose of her presence would be to entertain, to entice, and if she did her job right, to drive men wild with lust.

Lara took a deep breath, steeling herself for the challenge ahead. She knew she had a natural talent for this kind of thing, a knack for pleasing men. She hoped that this coupled with what she had learned at the club back home would stand her in good stead.

As she pushed open the door, stepping into the pulsating heart of The Pearl, Lara squared her shoulders and pasted on a smile. The first thing she noticed was this was not a cheap place. Her eyes darted around the room, taking in every detail of the lavishly appointed interior. She could hear the thrum of music and the murmur of excited voices, the quality sound system pumping out a pulsing beat that seemed to vibrate in her chest. Plush leather sofas and high-backed chairs were arranged in intimate groupings around the room, their rich, glossy surfaces inviting patrons to sink into their depths and indulge in the hedonistic atmosphere. She spotted more private booths with privacy curtains along the back.

I’ll need to spend time in there. Got to get some money rolling in soon, she decided.

Lara couldn't help but be impressed by the opulent surroundings, a far cry from the place back home. The lighting was dim and strategically placed, casting a sensual glow over the furnishings and the dancers. Her gaze was drawn to the main stage, a raised platform dominated by a gleaming chrome pole that seemed to reach up into the smoky haze of the club. A stunning blonde with a cascade of curls and a body that would make a Victoria's Secret model weep with envy was currently showcasing her skills, her lithe form snaking sinuously as she spun and writhed around the pole with a sensual grace. Lara watched in admiration. The blonde was very, very good.

Lara continued to make her way through the club, weaving between the tables and sofas. She couldn't help but take stock of her new coworkers. The dance floor was a sea of toned limbs and glossy hair, a varied display of beauty that made Lara feel almost underdressed in her cocktail dress. Everywhere she looked, she saw young and fit dancers. These were no jaded, world-weary professionals. The Pearl seemed to exclusively employ girls at the peak of their physical charms. Lara estimated that not a single dancer appeared to be over thirty. They moved with the eagerness and enthusiasm of new recruits, keen to impress and eager to please.

Lara felt the first twinge of doubt. She had assumed that this job audition would be easy. She was used to being the most beautiful woman in the room. There was no ego in that, it was simply true. She was what some people would call genetically blessed.

Her brunette hair was silky and long. It nicely framed the brown eyes and high cheekbones of her face. Her lips were full and sensual. She had often been crudely told she had “dick-sucking lips”, a term she despised but reluctantly admitted was somewhat accurate. Her friends had often griped to her about having to inject-god-knows what into their lips to achieve what she had naturally. Her waist was narrow, her legs long and shapely leading up to the type of rear well suited for her new profession. However it was her chest that that drew the eye more than anything. Her breasts were spectacular, with her bra measuring a generous 32G. Large and shapely yet firm with a gravity defying quality that was the envy of her peers.

The serendipity of her parents choosing the name “Lara” was something of a cruel joke to her as it was hard to ignore her physical similarity to the gaming character Lara Croft of Tomb Raider fame. It was an unwanted and unwelcome comparison she had endured for most of her life, coming more frequently as she had developed in her teens. “Raid any tombs lately, Lara?” was a jibe she often heard from men thinking their joke was original.

This factor was one reason she intended to use a stage name. Help to avoid the comparison. Another reason being her parents had no clue as to her new line of work and she intended to keep it that way. A fake name would help a little with that.

As she kept walking towards the bar, she passed a patron in a seat to her right groaning in pleasure loudly as the voluptuous girl grinding on his lap apparently brought him to completion. Nobody seemed bothered and the security man at the back didn’t move a muscle.

Okay, so apparently that is standard procedure here, she thought. If a patron had behaved like that in the main room back home, he’d be invited to leave. In the private booths, sure, but out on the floor? This place has a different culture I guess, she concluded to herself.

Lara reached the bar and waited for her turn. The bar was a long, sleek gleaming peace of wood. It was striking but not as striking as the bartender standing behind it. She stared at him as he dealt with a customer. He was tall and broad chested with a chiselled jawline softened only slightly by a day's worth of stubble. He had a short military style haircut with piercing blue eyes. His arms were massive. Impressively so. Lara couldn't help but pause, her gaze lingering on his rugged features as he worked.

He finished with the customer, turned and gave her a dazzling smile. “What can I get you?” he asked her.

“I’m looking for the owner, Dave Miller.” she answered sweetly. His smile faltered a bit as he appeared to realise she wasn’t a customer but a potential employee.

“His office is upstairs to your right. Big, gold plaque with his name on it. Cant miss it,” he replied. Lara followed his gaze to the stairs.

“Thanks,” she said. “And you are?”

“Jack,” he responded. “I’m the head of security. I also fill in for Enrique at the bar when he calls in sick. I fill in for him when he calls in pretending to be sick too,” he said smiling. Lara chuckled at the easy joke.

“I’m Lara. It’s lovely to meet you, Jack. Well, got to go! Hope to see you again!” she replied cheerily as she headed towards the stairs. Lara made a mental note to learn more about the handsome bartender if, or rather, when she got the job. It was always good to have a friend in security in a place like this.

She climbed the stairs gracefully and pushed open the heavy oak door and stepped into Dave's office. Her gaze fell upon the man who she assumed was Dave. He stepped up from his leather chair and walked out from behind the massive mahogany desk that dominated the room. As he walked towards her, he outstretched his hand.

The man looked about 5’10 and in his mid forties, she guessed. He was a little overweight with a beer belly that his choice of suit did little to hide. Hair wise, he was rocking a bit of a skullet. Bald on top with hair on the sides. Lara wondered if fully shaving his head would make him look better or worse. She shook his outstretched hand. It felt unpleasant and clammy but she kept beaming her smile at him.

“I'm here to audition,” Lara said, her voice steady and clear, betraying none of the nervousness she felt beneath the weight of Dave's penetrating stare. She stood tall and proud, her back straight, her chest forward, a picture of confident, unshakeable poise.

“I believe we exchanged messages the other day?” she asked him.

“Yes, yes of course. Lana, right?”

“Lara,” she corrected him.

“Sure, sure. Welcome to my establishment, Lara”, he said his arms outstretched as if a king presiding over all before him. “You said you had over a years experience?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Yes,” she lied. A white lie, as far as she was concerned. She knew she could do the job and didn’t think he needed to know she had just been a waitress and not an actual dancer.

“Excellent. So, let me make a few things clear about The Pearl and how we operate. Firstly, this ain’t no shithole you will have worked at before. This place is high class. We only accept the best. And because of that we get the best of both worlds. I’ve seen clubs fail because the clientele are thugs and scare away the high rollers. That is a **** sentence for any club. But on the flipside, I’ve seen other clubs price out the middle-class so that only high-rollers can afford to frequent it and you can’t survive just on them. High rollers are flighty. You can’t rely on them year round so you need the every man to balance the books. The suburban dad looking for a quick thrill. Our prices on the main floor are reasonable, our facilities and amenities are state of the art and we have the best girls. So we get the business of both categories of customers. It’s why we are the biggest club around.”

Lara nodded. What he was saying made sense.

“The girls rotate and take turns on the main-stage. Everybody participates. No exceptions. As for the floor, your job is to get the clients riled up and into the private booths. We make more money in there. And this isn’t a nunnery. In the private booths the guys expect to get off. And you will do whatever it takes to get them off. Understand?”

Lara nodded again, a little more sheepishly this time. It was a little unseemly but she had expected as much. This wasn’t the first strip club to skirt the law and wouldn’t be the last.

“No fucking in the private booths though. It is loud and messy. If you get caught, we’ll get shut down and I’m not having that. Everything else is fine as long as you are discrete.” he said. “Next, we have the VIP where the rich fuckers go. It’s behind closed doors and anything goes in there. In other words, you do what they fucking tell you to do. If they want you to call them daddy as they spank you, you bend the fuck over. Some of these clients will be associates of mine so no backtalk.”

Lara internally balked at this idea but tried to keep her composure. She didn’t like the sound of that. She’d avoid the VIP as much as possible. Stick to the private booths and main floor.

“Now as for you girls, we don’t do stage names here,” he said matter of factly.

Fuck! she screamed internally.

“No Diamonds, Sapphires or whatever crap you will have seen at your last place. The guys here are looking for reality so you’ll use your real name. So you’ll be Lana.”

“Lara,” she retorted with a hint of irritation.

“Whatever....” he said with a dismissive wave of his hand before continuing. “We don’t do tattoos. A tramp stamp is borderline but sleeves and shit like that is a hard no. You don’t have any, do you?” he asked.

Lara shook her head.

“Good. Also, we prefer all natural breasts. We’ll allow implants if they look good but bolt-ons are not the image we are looking for. I’m pretty sure we won’t have that problem with you though,” he said with a laugh as he openly leered at her chest. It made her feel a little uncomfortable but she smiled back as he laughed at his own joke.

“I run a clean place. All you girls get tested once a month. Again, no exceptions. The club pays for it. Finally, no ****. I don’t need the headache from the pigs. What you do on your own time is your business but if we catch you in here shoving powder up your nose, you are gone. Capiche?”

“Got it,” she confirmed, her voice ringing out clear and strong.

“The girls here work hard and they make a fucking killing in tips. If you don’t believe me just check out the parking lot. Some of them have nicer rides than I do. That’s it, I guess. Got everything?”

“Yes, I understand. Sounds good,” she answered hoping he wouldn’t notice the slight quiver in her voice. Dave's lips curved into a smirk, a glint of something dark and dangerous flashing in his eyes.

“Good,” he said, his tone laced with satisfaction. “Now, impress me,” he commanded, taking a few steps back and settling into the plush leather of his chair.

Lara took a deep breath, a slow, shuddering inhale that lifted the swell of her breasts beneath the confines of her dress.

Show time, she thought to herself.

Then, with a sensual grace that belied the pounding beat of the music outside and the equally loud pounding of her own heart, she began to move. She swayed her hips in a slow, hypnotic circle, the fabric of her dress swishing against her thighs as she stepped closer to Dave and moved around his desk.

Her hands slid up her body, over the curves of her breasts, as she turned slowly, giving Dave a 360-degree view of her stunning figure. She spun back to face him, a coy smile playing at the corners of her mouth as she stepped between his spread legs. With a wicked gleam in her eye, she placed her hands on his shoulders and began to grind her hips against him, a slow, sensual undulation that promised untold pleasures.

Dave's eyes narrowed, his gaze locked on the mesmerizing sway of Lara's hips as she worked her magic. He could feel the heat of her body, the soft give of her flesh beneath the thin material of her dress as she rubbed against him. It was a heady sensation, one that sent a jolt of lust straight to his groin. He knew, in that moment, that he had found a keeper in Lara.

This girl is going to be a cash cow, a moneymaking machine for The Pearl, he mused as she worked. And as she continued to grind against him, her hands roaming over his chest, her breath hot against his neck, Dave couldn't help but think that he was going to enjoy watching her work. Very much so.

Lara's hands slid down Dave's chest, her fingers toying with the buttons of his shirt. She leaned in close, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, “I can be very impressive, if you let me.” Her voice was a purr, a sensual rumble that sent shivers down Dave's spine.

She stepped back, putting a little distance between them, and began to move with a newfound intensity. Her hips undulated sensuously as she turned and bent at the waist, giving Dave a breathtaking view of her toned back and the tantalizing curves of her ass. She looked back at him over her shoulder, her brown eyes smouldering with a predatory heat, before spinning back to face him. Lara's hands slid up her thighs, over her hips and up her sides before pushing the straps of her dress down as she reached her shoulders. The fabric slipped lower, revealing the creamy swell of her breasts, the tantalizing hollow of her collarbone. She shrugged the dress off completely, letting it pool at her feet, leaving her clad in her black lacy bra and a matching pair of panties.

Dave's breath caught in his throat as he drank in the sight of her, his eyes roaming hungrily over every inch of exposed skin. Lara was a vision, a walking, talking embodiment of every man's deepest fantasies. And she was here, in his office, dancing just for him.

Lara stepped closer, her bare feet sinking into the plush carpet as she invaded Dave's personal space. She swung one leg over his thigh, straddling his knee as she leaned in close, her breasts brushing against his chest. Her hands slid up his neck, cupping his jaw with her hands, as she brought her face inches from his.

“Let me impress you, Dave,” she breathed. “Let me show you what I can do.”

With that, she closed the scant distance between them, pressing her lips to his in a searing, soulful kiss. It was a kiss that left Dave **** but to be impressed. She had surprised him. And as Lara deepened the kiss, her tongue delving into his mouth to dance with his own, Dave grew more and more aroused.

He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her flush against him, his hands splayed across the smooth, taut skin of her back. He could feel the warmth of her, the softness of her flesh, the way her body seemed to mold to his own. It sent a rush of blood flowing south, his cock twitching and hardening in his pants as Lara's breasts pressed against his chest.

Lara broke the kiss, and with a flick of her hair spun around to grind her ass into him reverse cowgirl style. While giving him a sultry look from over her shoulder, she sped up her grinding. She leaned back into him leaving no space between them and nestled into his shoulder. Dave couldn’t resist any longer, especially in this position. He brought his hands to her bra laden breasts.

Dave inhaled sharply as his fingers sank into the plush, pillowy mounds, relishing the way they yielded beneath his touch. He could feel the weight of them, the way they filled his hands perfectly, as if they had been made for his grip alone.

Fucking hell, her tits are incredible, he thought.

Lara gasped and froze a little in shock as he groped her but she quickly regained her composure and continued the grind. She realized a change in position was probably wise before he got too carried away though. She peeled his hands off her as she slid off his lap onto the floor. She turned on her knees to face him and whipped her hair around on his lap. She leaned forwards, still between his legs and flipped her hair over her head so that it splayed out in his lap. At the same time, she started to nuzzle her face into his crotch, a trick she had learned from an online video. The idea was to thrill the recipient by simulating the look of a blowjob and really get them going.

Dave had other ideas. The word “simulate” wasn’t in his vocabulary.

Time to get this bitch’s mouth on my dick, he thought to himself. And with that he unzipped his fly and whipped out his cock.

“Get to work,” he said with a sneer.

Lara’s eyes widened in shock as she brushed her hair back away from her face. His cock was longer than she had imagined by looking at him and definitely thicker. This was not what she had in mind when she had done her move. Lara wasn’t naive. She knew what went on here and what she herself would be expected to do with certain clients. She had accepted that fact before applying. But this was different. The girls back home at The Pussy Cat had warned her over and over that it was a terrible idea to cross this type of line with the man in charge. It only led to problems down the line and it was a door that couldn’t be closed once it had been opened.

She was going to have to make a decision here and fast. Refuse him, and she may as well walk. A man like this wouldn’t accept anything else but immediate assent. Not only that but there was a chance that he would call round any club within spitting distance and make it difficult for her to get work there too. Just because he could. Give him what he wanted and she had the job, she was sure. But it would set a precedent. He would expect this or perhaps more on a regular basis.

Dave impatiently took the decision out of her hands. He leaned forward and grabbed a fistful of her silky hair. His grip was firm, bordering on rough, as he tugged her head forward towards his dick. Lara opened her mouth, not in compliance, but in shock.

But before Dave could slam her head down on his eager cock, the door to his office swung open. There stood Jack, an unmistakable look of surprise on his face.

“WHAT??” Dave shouted in his direction. “Can’t you see I’m fucking busy?” He still had a firm grip of Lara’s hair and didn’t look like he was in any hurry to let go.

“Sorry boss but it’s important. Captain Price is downstairs in the VIP for his weekly....um....appointment,” Jack said his eyes switching between Dave in the seat, his red and angry cock and Lara. On her knees in front of him, her mouth open inches from it.

“GET JESSICA TO DO IT!” Dave bellowed at him.

“Jessica is out today. Her kid is sick.”

“Well go ask Carol. She’s done it before.”

Jack hesitated and then said, “Boss, Price said he didn’t want her again after last time. He said her mouth felt like sandpaper.....”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Dave muttered to himself as he let go of Lara and started to zip himself up. “I’ll sort it myself.”

Jack startled and gave him a perplexed look. Dave realized what he had said and what it implied.

“NOT LIKE THAT YOU FUCKING IDIOT!” he screamed. “I meant I’ll figure something out for our dear Captain. Now get out while I finish my interview.”

Jack gave one last look at Lara and backed out of the door, closing it behind him.

Dave stood up and walked towards Lara’s black dress puddled on the floor. “That guy sure knows how to ruin a good time,” he said as he bent down to pick up the dress.

Lara slowly got up off her knees and turned to face him, still clad in just her bra and panties. She wondered what to say if he wanted to continue where they had left off. Should she just do it? Get it over with? Or tell him to get fucked and walk out?

“Sorry sweetheart, but we are going to have to take a rain check on our fun. You’re hired,” he said as he threw her dress at her.

Lara was ecstatic. She had the job and she didn’t have to go through with what had been about to happen. She mentally made a note to buy Jack a drink for accidentally sparing her from that.

“Your first job is to head over to the VIP and entertain Captain Price, our local police captain.”

Lara was suddenly less ecstatic. He was putting her to work right away?

“Now?” she asked.

“Yes, fucking now,” Dave spat back. “We have an arrangement with local law enforcement. They turn a blind eye to some of the things that go on in here and in return the Captain and some of his Lieutenant’s get.....time with some of our girls.”

Lara understood the idea. It was a common enough arrangement at some of the seedier places. Still, with this place being so upmarket it didn’t make as much sense to her. Unless Dave was involved in other dealings and needed the protection for that as well.

“So take a few minutes, get yourself together and go entertain him. When you are done, you can head home for the night. And Lara? He better leave here satisfied,” he said with both the implication and warning apparent.

“No problem Dave. I’ll show him a good time,” she said as she shimmied her dress into place and zipped it back up.

Dave returned to his desk and Lara endeavoured to exit the office quickly before he got any other ideas. Lara hurried over to the VIP area so as not to risk annoying the Captain further by making him wait. She approached the door and paused, taking a long, calming breath in and out. This was in no way ideal but it was the reality of her situation now. If she wanted to keep her job, she’d have to make an impression. A good one. Steeling herself, she opened the door and stepped into the room.

Lara sauntered into the lavish VIP lounge. Get in, get it done, get out, she thought to herself, determined to succeed. To establish herself as reliable straight away. The spacious room was professionally lit and there was a scent of cigars and booze. She cast her eyes over Captain Price. He was a somewhat tall and burly looking man and she immediately noticed he had a stern expression on his face. The expression was amplified somewhat by the prominent handlebar moustache he was sporting. He was slouched on the comfortable looking leather sofa, his eyes roaming over her body with a keen eye.

“Evening, Captain,” Lara purred, a sultry smile tugging at her lips as she came closer to him. "I hear you have been waiting for me."

Price's eyes raked over her, lingering on the swell of her breasts, before meeting her eyes with a scowl. “New girl, ain't ya?” he grunted, tone dripping with disdain. “I don't want no damn noobie. Where's Dave? I told him last time that I only want one of the good ones.”

At his words, a flicker of panic rose in her chest. She couldn't afford to disappoint this man. If it went badly and Dave learned of it, he'd be furious and her first shift would be her last. Taking a deep breath, she stepped closer, letting her fingers trail along the captain's broad shoulder as she leaned in, her ample cleavage now inches from his face.

“Oh, Captain Price,” she purred, her voice a silky caress, “I assure you, I'm anything but a noobie. I may be new to this particular club, but I have......extensive experience.” Her fingers inched higher caressing the nape of his neck. “I promise, I can show you a very, very good time. Better than any of the other girls here.”

She held his gaze, the brown eyes glinting with mischief and unspoken promises. The captain's eyes narrowed, but Lara could see the flicker of interest, the way his eyes widened as he stared at her.

He’s interested. Definitely, she thought.

“Is that so? he asked, his voice a low rumble. “Alright. You talk a big game. Lets see if you can back it up. After that intro, I expect to be impressed.”

Lara smiled back at him. “Captain," she breathed, "Believe me, my customers always leave satisfied.”

She slowly raised her long leg over his thighs and straddled his lap. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear as her breath touched his skin.

“Let me show you what I can do,” she whispered seductively, her fingers already working at the buttons of his shirt. “When I’m done, you can tell me if you still want another girl or not.”

Lara began her sensual dance on the lap of Captain Price. She started off quite slowly, letting her body heat flow into him as she swayed her hips to a hypnotic rhythm. The captain sat there and watched, entranced, as she circled her hips in a languid manner.

Damn. Good start from this girl, Price reflected, his pulse quickening a little as she danced. She has rhythm, that’s for sure.

From her position on his lap, Lara leaned back and arched her back to thrust out her impressive chest. The captain's eyes homed in on the creamy swell of her breasts, barely contained by her dress. She smiled knowingly, very aware of where his gaze had gone.

Fuck me sideways. Spectacular tits. Real for sure. Fake ones don’t move and bounce like that. The captain licked his lips as the thought of burying his face between them entered his mind. He was starting to sweat a little as Lara continued her routine.

Lara turned around, giving him a front row view of her jiggling backside as she bent at the waist. She hiked her dress up slightly, showing him the lacy edges of her panties. She glanced over her shoulder back at him. She smiled as she saw his reaction.

So far, so good, she thought.

Best ass I’ve seen in ages. Just the right size for a man’s lap. Where it belongs, he mused to himself as he felt his erection grow.

Lara spun back around, straddling his lap anew. She draped her arms over his broad shoulders, her fingers playing with his short hair as she stared into his eyes. Her breasts pressed against his chest, soft and yielding, as she began to grind her hips more insistently against his crotch.

Lara leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered to him, "Like what you feel, Captain?" Her voice was low and seductive with promises of what was to come buried beneath the words.

My dick does, the captain thought, a low groan rumbling in his throat as his cock continued to grow in his pants. She’s talented. She knows what she’s doing, he thought. He had assumed she was full of bravado and hot air but he had been wrong.

With her hips rolling, she continued the sensual **** against the rising bulge in Captain Price's trousers. It only served to spur her onward, knowing she was having the desired effect at a good pace. Captain's breath came faster while Lara's quick skilful twists sent jolts of pleasure shooting up to his groin. Lara reached back and unzipped her dress, drawing her body from it in a slow tease. She did it in such a way that the teasing glimpses of her creamy skin and lace-edged bra tantalized the captain.

The way she's teasing me. Fuck, I want to see those tits. Properly. I need to know if they really are as perfect as they look, he thought.

As if reading his mind, Lara shrugged her dress completely off, allowing the garment to slide to the floor. She sat straddling his lap, dressed only in her panties and skimpy bra which barely contained her. His eyes went wide, hungry at the sight in front of him.

Lara reached behind her back, unhooking her bra with expert ease. It fell away, revealing her breasts in all their glory. They were full, round, and to the captain looked unbearably soft. She tossed the bra aside carelessly, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. Lara leaned forward, pressing her now bare breasts to the captain's chest. Her nipples had hardened and gently touched his skin. Playfully, she motor-boated him, rubbing her large, soft mounds in his face while gazing at him with a coy smile.

The way they feel. So soft and pillowy. I could motorboat these tits for hours, the captain thought with his face buried in them. His hands itched to touch and squeeze the perfect breasts right in front of him.

Fuck, I have to touch them. I need to feel them in my hands right now.

His hands seemed possessed as they cupped and felt the soft flesh. Lara arched into his touch, her soft moan muffled as she continued to grind herself against him. She felt his cock was throbbing against her. He was getting into it.

Incredible, he thought as he groped her large breasts. I wonder what they feel like to fuck?

“I told you I could show you a good time,” she cooed, low and seductive.

He merely grunted as she rode him, his hands full of her breasts. Lara knew how turned on he was, and thought now was as good a time as any. She was pretty sure she could get him to come with just a little push. Smoothly, Lara snaked her hand down his body, unzipping his pants to reveal his straining erection tenting his boxers. She fished it out and quickly took a hold of it. Her hand held it between their bodies as she continued to grind on his lap.

“Looks like someone's happy to see me,” she goaded him sexily.

Lara wrapped her smooth fingers around the captain's thick pulsing shaft, feeling it throb in her grip. Price let out a groan. His hips flexed slightly as she started to stroke him with a slow, teasing rhythm.

“Wow, captain. Your cock is so big and hard," Lara teased, her voice dripping with fake lust as she pumped him. “All of this? Just for me?”

Come on you prick, just come for me so I can get out of here and go celebrate my new job, she thought to herself, willing him to release his load. She quickened her ministrations and moaned softly into his ear. Price was breathing heavier now.

She thought she had him but he surprised her when he suddenly grabbed her hand, stopping her stroking and said forcefully, “Alright, sweetheart. Enough of the foreplay. Get on your knees, wrap those pretty lips around my cock and show me what you can do.”

God fucking fuck cunt fucking dammit! she shrieked in her head as she slid off his lap and onto her knees in front of him.

Steadying herself for that which she knew she must do, she hooked her fingers into the waistband of the captain's boxers and tugged them down. Lara's heart was racing as his huge erection sprang free, slapping against her cheek and leaving a smear of him on her skin. She struggled to **** back a gag at the musky scent of him, the thick pungent odour filling the room. With a deep breath, Lara leaned forward and extended her tongue, dragging it along the underside of the captain's thick shaft. She could taste the saltiness of his pre-cum. Her tongue could feel the ridges of his length. The captain let out another groan. His hand making a fist in her hair as he guided her mouth towards the swollen head of his cock.

“Do it,” he growled, his voice husky with desire. “Taste that dick. Get it nice and wet before you wrap those lips around it.”

Lara shuddered, again fighting the urge to gag as she dragged her tongue along his length once more. The captain's grip tightened further, twisting his fingers in her hair and pulling her closer to his tip. She could feel the warmth emanating from it and see the way it throbbed with every beat of his pulse.

Her breath was hot on his dick. She leaned in and pressed her red lips against the swollen head. Slowly and deliberately, Lara closed her soft lips over the head of the captain's cock and, taking just the tip of the head in, swirled her tongue around the sensitive head. She took more of him inside and sucked hard. The rhythmic sucking was almost inaudible except for a light humming as her hand started pumping the thickness slowly.

Her mouth. It’s like silk. Fuck, it’s like nothing I’ve felt before. I could get used to this.

Lara began to take more of him into her mouth, inch by throbbing inch, until she had swallowed nearly half of his impressive length. Her throat constricted around the head of his cock as she looked up at him. She held him there for as long as she could and then pulled back, panting a little.

“Not bad. But it’s time for the main course,” the captain declared impatiently, his hips jerking forward to smear the leaking head of his cock against her lips. “Open wide, sweetheart. I’m gonna fuck that throat of yours.”

Lara had **** but to do as instructed, parting her lips to take the captain's thick cock head into her open mouth, the strong taste of him coating her taste buds as he pressed deeper.

“My God,” the captain groaned, his grip on her hair forceful as he shoved more of his length past her lips. “Your mouth feels so fucking good. Suck it just like that.”

Lara gagged as the head of the captain's cock reached the back of her throat and her eyes began to water a little at the intrusion. She felt the urge to pull away but fought against it. She knew that she had to take it. Slowly, he began to press himself deeper inch by inch until the head of his cock was caught in her tight throat, his balls almost resting against her chin.

“What a sight. Just look at you," the captain panted, his hips starting to rock gently as he enjoyed the exquisite feeling of her mouth and throat around him. “I’ve got to hand it to you, girl. You are taking my cock like a real pro. Many have tried, many have failed. Not you though. You’re going to take it and swallow it all, right? Like a good little slut.”

Lara gagged and choked, as the captain thrust over and over again into her throat, his hips rocking back and forth as he face-fucked her. Drool dripped down her chin and she could feel more tears at the corners of her eyes, but she **** herself to relax her throat and to take his brutal pace. The captain's balls slapped against her chin with an obscene sound that echoed around the room. The sound was steady and regular as he repeatedly thrust into her mouth.

“Just like that,” he grunted, his fingers tangling almost painfully in her hair as he held her in place. “Take all of me, you cock-hungry whore. Milk me with your filthy mouth.”

Shut the fuck up already, you pig! She fought the urge to bite down. Just got to take it.

Lara could only whimper and gurgle around the thick length invading her throat. She felt used and a little degraded. To him, she was nothing more than a warm, wet hole for him to fuck.

With Lara taking the captain's thick cock deeper and deeper into her throat, the room was filled with wet, lewd sounds. Sounds of slurping and slobbering. Her cheeks hollowed with each suck in an attempt to get him there faster. Her mouth creating a vacuum that amplified the obscene noises. The telltale gluck-gluck sounds that couldn't be mistaken by a listener for anything else.

The captain's thrusts grew faster and more erratic now. She could hear his heavy breathing filling the room. Lara could feel his cock throbbing in her mouth. She could sense he was close to coming. She braced herself.

“Coming. Coming......" the captain panted. He slammed forward one last time before he buried himself to the hilt in Lara's throat. “Swallow it,” he commanded. “Swallow every fucking drop!”

Lara's eyes widened as the captain's cock jerked and pulsed, the first hot spurts of his cum shooting directly down her throat. She had **** but to swallow. She could feel it shoot its way into her stomach. The captain groaned long and low. Lara struggled to swallow the captain's massive load, her throat convulsing around his pulsing shaft as spurt after spurt of his cum pumped into her and down her throat. The sheer volume was almost more than she could handle. The captain's hips bucked and jerked every which way as he rode the powerful waves of his orgasm. Still holding her in place, he continued to fuck her skull, grinding his pelvis into her face and emptying his balls.

The captain's thrusts finally began to slow, then stop, after what felt like an eternity for Lara. He kept her mouth full of his softening cock as the last of him dribbled onto her tongue. Lara sat back on her heels, gasping a little as the captain finally released her. Drool mixed with the streaks of cum on her face. Her hair was a mess and her makeup was smeared and ruined.

Not my proudest moment, that’s for sure.

The captain tucked his shrinking cock back into his pants, a satisfied smirk on his face as he eyed Lara's dishevelled form. “Damn, girl, that was fucking incredible,” he said, his voice still rough from his powerful release. “You've got a mouth made for sucking cock.”

“I'm glad you liked it,” she said, desperately trying to keep her voice level and even. No point in making him mad now. She gathered up her dress and slipped it back on, not bothering to zip it up as she struggled to her feet.

“Thanks for the visit, sweetheart. You can get out of here. Oh, and if you see Dave you can tell him to send you my way anytime,” the captain called after her as she fled the VIP room.

It had been unpleasant. Well, that was an understatement. Nevertheless she had gotten through it. She chastised herself for losing control of the situation in there. She was better than that. She should have finished him before it had gotten to that point. She’d do better next time. Hopefully, there wouldn’t be a next time with Captain Price. If she could avoid that sleaze ball for the rest of her life it would be a blessing.

She zipped herself back up properly and steadied herself on her heels as she walked through The Pearl’s main floor towards the exit. Dave had told her she could go home after and she wasn’t in the mood to hang around and chit-chat with her new work colleagues. She needed a shower.

Definitely, she thought as she entered her car. Shower first, then door dash and curl up in bed with some trashy reality TV. Today had been tough but not every day would be this hard she surmised. It would get easier from here once she got her feet in the door and familiar with the place. And the money. The money would start rolling in. She could pay off her debts, buy some replacement furniture and finally get some much needed work done on her car. She allowed herself a faint smile as she started the drive home.

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Dave leaned back in his luxurious leather chair, a satisfied smirk on his lips as he watched the high-definition recording from the hidden 4K cameras he had strategically placed in the VIP room months ago when he bought the place. The crystal-clear footage captured every intimate detail of Lara on her knees, enthusiastically servicing Captain Price with gusto.

Holy crap, that Lara is a fucking pro. The way she's sucking him. Almost like she's trying to milk the cum straight out of his balls. Fuck. I could watch her work all day. So hot.

Dave couldn't take his eyes off the erotic display, his pants growing tighter as he watched Lara's head bobbing up and down on the captain's thick shaft. He could hear the lewd, wet sounds of her slurping and gulping, the crude noises filling the room and his office alike.

He laughed as he watched Price take over and start to relentlessly fuck her face. As a businessman, Dave had always been shrewd and calculating, but as he watched Lara bring the captain to a mind-blowing climax, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. He had taken a chance on her, giving her a job at The Pearl, and it had paid off already. He had recorded all of Price’s sessions with the girls, for insurance against the corrupt fuck but he had never seen a performance like that. Price would want more of her that was for sure.

Look at him go...pistoning into her. And she is just taking it! I knew that bitch had it in her. I bet he's never fucking cum that hard in his life. She's a god damn magician with her mouth.

Dave played with himself through his tailored slacks as he watched the captain erupt in Lara's mouth, his hips jerking and bucking as he pumped what looked to be an enormous load straight down her greedy throat. The sight of her struggling to swallow it all, the way her slender neck bulged slightly with each thick spurt, made Dave groan under his breath. He lit himself a cigar and leaned back in his chair to watch the footage again as he unzipped himself.

He picked up his phone and called downstairs. “Jack, go tell Jenny to get up here. She’s needed.” He hung up the phone, put it on silent and played with himself some more as he waited for Jenny to arrive and assist him. Jenny would do for now but in the future? The new girl would be better.

I’ll have to try her out properly myself. No interruptions this time, he decided for himself as Jenny walked into his office and started to tie her hair back into a pony tail.

That’ll be me Lara is swallowing next time.......