“You’ve got to be kidding… I can’t go out in public like this!” Veronica said with a sneer.
“If you’d rather you can take it off and go naked instead?” Jason replied.
“No! No… I just mean…” Veronica stuttered, realizing he was serious.
“I didn’t think so.” he replied and twirled his keys in his hand before gesturing towards the door.
Veronica’s shoulders slumped a little and she let out a sigh as she turned and headed towards the exit.
“Where… where are we going anyway?” she managed to get out as she approached the door and turned the knob.
“To a strip club.” was his simple reply but her hand froze for a moment when the reality of the situation settled on to her.
“But… but… it can’t be time yet…” she replied, fumbling with the door knob before finally getting it open walking out into the hallway.
The apartment building was a little run down, nothing like the penthouse condo she’d owned until recently.
He caught up to her and gave her ass a little slap, “Oh come now Vi, time is just an illusion, you should know that better than most.”
She whimpered a little as they approached the mirrored doors of the elevator, he looked like a cheep hooker in the reflection, not the 63 year old CEO of a major company.
“But… but you said…”
“I’d keep you around for as long as you entertained me. That’s true.” he finished for her, “But that was months ago, and while I still enjoy the squeals you make when I fuck your ass… you have become a little boring for me.
As they waited for the elevator she turned and plead with her eyes, “I… I can be more interesting, just tell me how.” she begged him, but he just put his finger on her lips and shushed her.
“It’s not you Vi, it happens with all the girls I pick up. But don’t worry, after a few months working at the strip club, a few boob jobs, and a whole lot of learning how to fuck like a good little whore, I’m sure you’ll be able to hold my interest for a month or two again.”
Veronica wanted to argue, to convince him she could keep him interested now, but she knew it was pointless.
Instead she pouted and nodded before the bing of the elevator sounded and she turned around and wiggled her ass a bit before entering it.
An hour later she was on stage at the strip club, shaking her ass and tits for the men that were there.
Jason had dropped her off with the manager, told her to follow his instructions, and that if she did what she was told, and performed well, the manager would let Jason know.
He’d left soon afterwards, not even staying to see her perform, and that hit harder than anything else.
