“Cheers you fucker…” Trisha said as she held up the glass and took a sip from it.
Mike chuckled and did the same with his glass as the two of the stood in the small change room that double as her living quarters.
The music from the main floor was still audible, if mostly just in the thumping baseline that the mix of classic rock, rap, and hip hop contained. She was due up on stage in another two songs, but Mike had come back to pay her a visit before her next appearance.
She finished off the cheap champagne and pushed the glass back towards him, “Is there anything else you bastard?”
“No… no I don’t think so… oh, wait, there one more thing…” he said with a wicked grin on his face.
She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms under her massive tits, “What!” she spat out.
“Well, John’s in the crowd tonight. Make sure to track him down after your set on stage.”
Her eyes went wide, “You fucking bastard… I… I…”
Mike didn’t pay any attention to her protest though and just turned and left.
She wanted to pick something up and bash it over his head, instead though, she just stood there sputtering away.
Finally she let out a giant sigh and got herself under control, or at least a much control as she had these days, which wasn’t much.
She’d married John almost two decades ago, mostly for his money, but also for his 15 minutes of fame that she thought might extend beyond that. He’d developed a regional following as a stage magician and hypnotist, and she had thought he might break out.
Nothing had come of it though, he’d done the regional tours for a few years and then retired. Which was fine, he was still rich and treated her like a queen, so she was happy enough.
That was at least until she met Kirk. Kirk had come to their home to do some renovations two years ago and she an instant connection with him. He was rugged, strong, earthly, and irresistible to her. It didn’t take long to convince him bed her, and their affair was just as exciting and adventurous as her marriage to John was safe and boring.
Unfortunately she wasn’t very good at keeping secrets, or perhaps John was very good at divining them, either way he found out but didn’t tell her about it. Instead, he relied on his skills from his stage days to slowly, but surely, sneak into her head and start making changes.
It had taken him almost a year, but after reshaping her mind and body, he’d walked her into the Pink Pussy Club, introduced her to Mike and left her there.
Tonight was the one year anniversary of her starting at the club, and John being here meant she’d been humiliating herself all night for him. First out on the floor, throwing herself at him, pushing her tits into his face, letting him maul her body in front of everyone. Then in the VIP where she would be sucking his cock as loudly as she could, telling him, loudly enough for everyone to hear, how big his cock was and how lucky she was he was letter her suck it. Then finally back here, where he’d fuck her ass and she cry out for him to do it hard and faster, all the while the video camera recorded every moment of it.
Mike would edit the footage and put it up on the private site, like he did with all the footage he captured of her sucking and fucking her regulars.
Suddenly she heard the current song end and the DJ come over the PA system, “That’s Heaven boys, make sure to visit her in the VIP! Up next is Trish the Disk… our resident MILF with the biggest titties in the city!”
Something clicked in her head and she stood up straight and then made a bee line for the stage. The fakest smile she could put on crossed her face and as she came into view of the floor, her stride changed, her hips wiggled, and Trish the Dish prepared to put on a show.
