The smile was fake, the look in her eyes passed as excitement, but it was panic.
“Sure babe, my titties are always here for you.” Catherine typed out below the selfie and hit send to Derek, one of her regulars.
She’d been at the strip club for three hours, she had another five to go, if she was lucky she be able to avoid Derek and leave.
That seemed unlikely though, she’d started at 4pm, it was 7 now, so she was here until at least midnight and Derek usually showed up around 10. Still though, that meant she just needed to stay busy with other clients for two hours… it might be possible. She’d managed it the last two times he’d come out, she could do it again.
Just as she was about to head back out onto the floor her phone buzzed and she pulled it out of her tiny purse, “Shit!” she actually said aloud and quickly answered it before heading back to the far corner of the change room.
“Hey babe, what’s up?” she asked nervously.
“Are you alone?” the voice of the club manager on the other end of the call asked.
“Just in the back with a couple of other girls babe.” she replied honestly and to her own relief.
“Alright, well, you got Derek’s message?” he asked.
A shiver ran through her, “Yep.”
“Good. Make sure you see him tonight, got it?”
“Sure babe, I’ll do my best.”
“No, you won’t do your best, you will see him tonight. Period. He’s going to message you when he arrives, you’re going to finish with the client you have, then you’re going straight to him. I don’t care if you have ten other guys lined up for dances, you’ll go see Derek immediately and apologize to the others later.”
Another shiver ran through her as the command reverberated through her mind, “Yes, I understand.” she replied more softly and serious than she had been so far.
“Good.” he said simply and then hung up.
She took a moment, giving a quick fake, “Thanks babe… see you soon.” for the other girls in the change room and then stuffed her phone back in to her purse.
She always had to be a little careful to keep up appearances, she didn’t know how many, if any, of the other girls in the change room were like her, completely under the control of the manager.
She had been an aspiring actress from the midwest, coming out to the west coast to live her dream, but found only a nightmare. Casting couches that expected her to put out for bit parts, rejection for the smallest of things, creeps that wanted her to hang of their arm and keep quiet in public while being a dirty whore in the bedroom.
And then there were the talent management agencies.
She’d signed on to one of the major ones, all respectable and upfront, but when two things became apparent, they’d sold her contract. The first was that she wasn’t going to play the casting couch game, the second was that she wasn’t all that talented.
Oh, she wasn’t terrible or anything, and she certainly had the looks for it, but the camera just didn’t love her the way it did others.
The talent agency had her appearing in a few B movies, and doing some promotional things, but they eventually traded her contract off to another agency. That went on for a few years until she’d arrived at her current agency, which was pretty much the bottom of the barrel.
So much so that they hadn’t even tried to get her work before sending her off for “acting” lessons at a two week retreat in the desert.
What it had turned out to be was two weeks of brainwashing, and very effective brainwashing at that.
When she returned they’d just given her the business card of the strip club and told her to show up the next night and the manager would tell her what was expected of her. Which wasn’t anything all that unexpected really.
Dance for the customers, flirt with them, stroke their egos, and their dicks, a bit and keep them paying for as long as possible.
The club kept track of time and payment, but of course if any of the clients wanted anything more than just the basic dances, she’d tell them to talk to the manager.
It didn’t take long until she had several “regulars” that had made special deals with the manager. Most just wanted a blowjob, or access to her pussy, or specific “role-plays”. A few wanted some kinky stuff with her feet, but Derek… Derek wanted her tits.
He wanted to suck on them, slap them, squeeze them, pull on them, twist them… basically abuse them in any way he wanted to. To make it worse, he wanted her to tell him how much she liked it and encourage him to do even more.
She hated it.
Her nipples had always been sensitive and Derek’s rough hands made it even worse.
The thing that made it unbearable though was how hard she orgasmed from it.
The brainwashing had made it impossible for her not too when her partner did. He’d be mauling her tits, she’d be jacking him off, then she’d feel his cum hit her arm or hand and then her body would twitch and spasm as the orgasm crashed over her.
The only thing she hated more than the orgasms that Derek gave her, was the creeping suspicion in the back of her head that she was growing to like them.
A shiver ran down her spin as she stepped back out on to the main floor, she scanned around the room looking for a distraction and found one.
She made a bee line to Tom, he wasn’t a regular yet, but she’d danced for him several times and each one had been… pleasant.
Moments later they were in the VIP, Tom’s soft hands roaming around her body as she gently moaned a let her mind focus on the job at hand.
Catherine heard her phone buzz and a shiver ran down her spin. She wasn’t sure of the name of the guy she was dancing for, it was his first time, but she knew what the buzzing meant.
He took a couple of more songs, but called and end to it after them. They parted ways and she stayed back in the VIP for moment to check her phone… it was of course Derek, it as 10:06.
She let out a sigh and headed out on to the floor, over to where Derek said he was seated, a giant fake smile on her face as she plopped down on his lap, “Hey babe, happy to see my titties?” she asked and gave her tits a shake.
He pushed his face into her cleavage and mumbled, “Yes!”
The small talk was rushed, his drink came too quickly, and before long they were in the VIP waiting for the next song to start.
“I’ve got a surprise for you…” Derek started to say.
“Is it a big hard cock to put between my titties?” she asked, playing her role to a T.
Derek shook his head, “No, though we’ll get to that later I’m sure. No, I was talking to the manager and we’ve come to a new deal.”
That shiver returned and creped down her spin again, “New deal, the manager hasn’t told me about any new deal babe.” she replied without any real hope of it being a lie.
“No, I wanted to be the first to tell you. You can go talk to him after our dances, he’ll confirm it.”
“Ok babe, so, uhm, what’s the new deal?” she asked.
Derek reached out and grabbed her tits and gave them a squeeze, “You’re getting an upgrade… and I’m getting some private access to you.”
No, no no!
“That’s amazing babe! I can’t wait for you to play with my giant new boobies!” she squealed and then pushed her tits back into his face and gave them another shake.
Then she pulled away and pouted, “But don’t you want me all to yourself… always?”
She’d know it was coming, the up-sell, she always wanted the client to pay more, spend more, no matter how much they’d already given the club.
Derek chuckled and smiled, “Apparently you’re too good at your job, they wouldn’t sell me exclusive access to you. At least not yet. They assured me in a few years we could renegotiate if I was still interested.”
Just as he was finishing the next song started so she stood up, squeezed her tits together and started dancing, “Babe, I can’t wait! I’m going to be the best big titted stripper for you!”
She took off her top and he reached out and grabbed her nipples pulling n them hard as she bent forward to try and let some of the strain off of them.
As he manhandled her tits, she wondered how long it would be until she beleive what she’d said to him. How long before the orgasms got to her and she really did want him to abuse her tits, how long before she was the best big titted striper she could be for him?
She came out of her thought with a slap of her left tit, she smiled and looked eagerly at him, “Do it again babe… do it again harder!”
An hour later, her tits were red with abuse, his cum was on her hands, and she was riding high on the afterglow of yet another orgasm.
