Undercover Rose
Chapter 26

Copyright© 2013 by carniegirl

I felt myself being pulled down the hall by the fake fur jacket. Then I slid on the floor into his office. I found myself lying in a heap at his feet.

"Get on you knees whore," Ari said to me.

I had the taste of blood in my mouth and I could hardly see out of my right eye. I didn't move until I felt his foot on my chest. "Unless you want those fancy tits flattened, get on your fucking knees whore," he repeated.

I struggled to my knees. I knew what to do. He didn't have to tell me. I reached for his zipper pulled it down then worked his rigid penis out into the air. "That's right whore you know your place. I'm going to take care of you just as long as you respect me. No more of that back talk. You have to know your place," Ari said while I was sucking on his penis.

I was not using my mouth to stroke his penis I was simple nursing on it as I had Joan's breast. Ari reacted much as Joan had at first. He held my head lovingly and stroked my hair. He allowed me to suck on it for a long time before he started to stroke my mouth.

"Make your mouth cunt tight for me," he said as he continued to drive into me. I knew he was on the verge of an orgasm and I hated that I was turning on as well. I pressed my tongue against the underside of his penis. When I did that it felt like he was massaging my mouth with his cock. "I can tell you love sucking my cock. You are an accomplished cocksucker. You love my cock don't you Yankee whore?"

I nodded my head but that wasn't enough for him. "Say it," he demanded.

"I love your cock," I said after I removed it from my mouth. I went right back to it.

"Now tell me you want it in your ass," he demanded.

"No please," I begged as I again removed his cock from my mouth.

"Tell me," he said slapping my face again.

"I want your cock in my ass," I said.

Instead of putting his cock back in my mouth when I finished saying it, he bend me over his sofa. My breasts were in the seat and my ass was in the air. I felt him lift the mini skit and rip my cotton panties off. He then spit on my ass before he inserted his cock in me. It hurt since I had sucked all the pre cum off his cock. It was dry, but he continued to force it into me. After a few minutes he was able to stroke that part of me as well.

I was groaning in pain and he knew it. "Rub yourself whore," he demanded.

It took only seconds for me to orgasm. I was shooting fluid out of my vagina as he continued to stroke my ass. "God yes." I screamed as I felt like I died from his cock being in my ass. Even so I had a huge as well as a sloppy orgasm.

"Tell me you love me whore and that you will do anything for me," Ari said.

"Yes I love you and I will do anything for you," I said. At the time I said it I meant it and he knew it.

My ass hurt when he pulled his cock out of it. "Turn around and suck it," he said.

I hesitated just a second and he slapped my ass hard. I turned to him and took his cock into my mouth again. It had a stale funky taste, but I could have just imagined it. When he was satisfied that I had cleaned him he said, "Put your costume on and go dance. Wash your face and put on some lipstick to hide the blood."

I did as he directed. I danced till the club closed at 3 AM. My bikini bottom was filled with bills when I finally finished. I walked off stage then went in search of my clothes. I bumped into Ari. It would have been impossible to avoid him since he stayed to make sure I didn't bolt from the club.

"You want more of this?" he asked grasping his crotch.

I knew my lines, "Yes, I want your cock again." I went to my knees to remove it from his pants. Then I began to suck his cock. He tried to stroke my mouth till he came, but he just couldn't cum again.

"Go home and get some sleep. Be here at 4 PM tomorrow. Do not make me send someone to find you."

I walked to my car on wobbly legs. I had the shotgun in the trunk and was tempted to just go inside and clean house, but I fought back the urge just as I had fought the urge to use the bathroom for the hours I danced on the pole. I went to the motel and changed my clothes and spent fifteen minutes in the bathroom. I couldn't move my bowels, but I felt his semen seep out of my rectum.

It was 5 AM when I got into my car. I was sleepy and in pain as I drove to the industrial park. I found a spot in the parking lot where I could keep the door under close watch. Roland sat at his post and pretty much did his job, which seemed to be nothing much. No one came or left the building until the cleaning crew arrived at 6 AM. They were the only people in the building from 6 AM till 6:45 when the replacement guard showed.

I waited another twenty minutes, then followed Roland out to breakfast. I let him settle in before I went inside to sit at the counter near him. The restaurant was busy but not slammed so I noticed that he took an interest in me. I'm pretty sure that by then my face looked like hell. If he hadn't take an interest in me and wanted to help me, I had taken the beating for nothing. It hadn't been part of the plan but now that I wore the punch face I planned to use it.

I sat on the uncomfortable bar stool and pretended to cry. My plan had changed since I had the chance for the even more dramatic rescue by Roland. If he didn't bite on this, I planned to go with the 'Oh damn my car won't start' ruse.

It proved unnecessary since he didn't speak to me while I sat with my coffee shedding a tear or two. So when I saw he was finished breakfast I checked out. That put me in the parking lot before him. I raised the hood of the car and removed the pre loosened battery terminal.

Just as I had hoped he walked to my car and asked, "You need some help?"

"Yes sir. I seem to be having a bad day already," I said.

"So what seems to be the problem?" he asked.

"Last night my boss beat the crap out of me, and today my car won't start," I said.

"Your boss beat you, did you call the police?" he asked.

"He has the police in his pocket," I said. "They won't do anything to help a stripper, and he will just beat me worse next time."

"I see. Well I can't do much about him, but maybe I can fix the car for you," he said looking under the hood. "Here is your problem. Let me get a wrench and I'll have you back on the road in a minute."

I watched him walk away. He was a little pudgy, but not really fat. It was an overall proportioned heavy look. He came back with a few wrenches, then reattached the battery cable. "Try it now," he said.

Of course the car started right up. "Oh my god thank you. You are my knight in shining armor. I just couldn't afford a car repair. I just started work last night," I explained.

"Maybe you should consider a new line of work," he said with a warm smile. "My name is Roland Gillispee. What's yours?"

"Laura Ingram," I said. Giving him another of my false Identities. It was the one I had used since arriving at the industrial park. I had already dumped the first one from the CC. Then I added, "It isn't unusual for the boss to do a number on the new dancers. This isn't like working in a bank," I said.

"Which club do you work in? I might come see you dance," he said.

"I work at the Paradise Club and I would really like it if you did. I don't know anyone here," I said. He wasn't hooked yet, but he was definitely biting. The fishing metaphor reminded me that I bought the fishing gear and used it only once. Come spring I would be fishing again. That is if the club manager didn't kill me before then. "I don't have any money but I would like to do something to repay you for helping me. I will be working at the club from four till 2 or 3 AM. Maybe you could come in at closing and we could get coffee after. I would pay of course."

"I'm sorry I work on the midnight shift. But if you get a day off we could go to dinner," he suggested.

"I would like that. I haven't met any real people yet. Here let me give you my cell phone number," I said removing the pen from his pocket and writing the number on the palm of his hand. I gave him a quick kiss and then got into the car and drove away. I went to a fast food restaurant and went through the drive in window. I made sure he didn't follow me, then I went to the drugstore where I bought a large bottle of generic aspirin and one of the generic equivalent of Tylenol. I took two of each before I got in the car to drive home to eat my biscuit and drink the only average coffee.

I fell into the bed and slept until 2 PM. When I got up I sent an Email to the CC double secret email. I sent a message using the daily book code, 'Contact'. I sent just the one word. I didn't feel that such a small thing, especially the way I felt, warranted a dead drop. Besides I didn't want to be late for work.

I carried the shotgun case down to the car. I had a new incentive to carry it. If Ari decided to beat me again for no reason, he would find the twelve gauge up his ass. Still, I needed to play the victim just a while longer to see if I could hook Roland with it.

When I walked in the front door of the Paradise I was wearing jeans and my fake fur jacket. I had on a heavy tee shirt on as well. I spoke to the bartender as I entered. "Hello, do you have a name?" I asked.

"John, they call me John," he said.

"John do you have a coffee pot going?" I asked.

"No coffee sorry, I can give you a coke or a lime drink of some kind," he said being kind.

"No thanks, maybe later," I said.

"I see that you met Ari. I'm sorry about that, but he does it to all the new girls. He really can be a shit," John said.

"I agree, but a girl has to work," I said. After that short exchange I went to the bathroom and changed. Then I went out and started to work the pole. I acted like I needed money just to stay in character. The tips were only fair. After a very few minutes Ari came out of his office. He motioned me over, then went back inside his office.

I left the stage, then walked to his office. "Yes," I said when I was inside.

"Your ass hurt me, it is too tight. You need a lot more work on it," he said. I couldn't think of anything to say so I said nothing. "Say, please stretch my ass Daddy."

I gave him a hard look but said, "Please stretch my ass Daddy,"

"I am going to fuck your ass till you come around my cock. Do you understand what I am saying," he asked.

I nodded my head.

"Say it whore and you will call me Daddy from now on," he demanded.

"I understand you are going to fuck my ass till I cum Daddy," I said.

 
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