Chapter 17: Hang Gliding the Hurricane

I arrived early Friday afternoon, to begin my work at my second job, being a porn star for the Savages Porn Company. Hector awaited me as usual and had a joint in his hand I eagerly took it. Man, those things to the edge off everything.

I started talking to him about the clip of my mother in the club. That is when Hector opened up to me more about what happened that fateful night.

“Oh, shit man ... you thought Steve made her work here?” Hector looked at me at rolled his eyes and chuckled as if to be amused about how ignorant I was, and oddly enough he was not a man of very many secrets. I learned a lot of things that I would never have learned on my own.

“Nah man, Steve does not have as much power as he lets on. He does not get to decide who and who I will not hire here. His father, as you see, gets to decide anytime he wants. Hell, he is half owner of this place. No, I see the shit his girlfriend and him give you. I remember the first time that bitch came in here. You know what ... he is not only one with some sexy flash drives. I kept this one, but I am not sure you want to see it.” Hector said as if he was weighing how much it would hurt my feelings.

“Oh, fuck man, that bitch makes me call her my girlfriend, she has not been mine since I found out she was with him” I said aloud in reference to Steve in disgust.

“I think you will like this man. Here let us put it on.” Hector said going over to the couch opposite his desk I sat two seats away. He reached to the arm and pulled out a remote and a big ass flat screen descended out of the ceiling. It was bad ass. Then he hit a button and a picture of a computer screen appeared on the huge flat screen. He clicked on a folder like the ones I view when I am looking at the flash drives.

Next Clip...

It was Mr. Anderson again. It was Hector’s club again. It looked to be shortly after the last clip I watched the night before. It was a wide-angle view of the strip club. Then I saw it and I recognized her, It was Pamela, dressed in a preppy number, a polo shirt and longer khaki dress and a pair of sensible heels.

“Babe why am I here?” Pamela asked in a bitchy voice. Steve looked as if he had just eaten a mouse. Mr. Anderson looked at her like he was about to glare a hole straight through her. It was not a lusty perverted glare but one the weighs and measures a person.

“I ... look, just talk to my dad here.” Steve said unsure on how to proceed.

“So, what you want, Sir” Pamela said in a bitchy voice, using the sir moniker in a mocking manner.

“First off cut the fucking attitude. I will not ask you again.” Mr. Anderson said, looking at her. Pamela was very sexy woman, but she was also dumb as a fucking post. She was a feeder mouse in with a snake, and she was behaving completely oblivious to her situation.

“Pfft, why? You are not my dad.” She said leaning over to one side in front of him annoyed even rolling her eyes towards him.

“Babe please ... you don’t know!” Steve blurted out worried about what was about to happen.

Every suited guard around Mr. Anderson tensed up like they were all going to attack Pamela. “Oh, I am and anything else I want. You really do not know who you are fucking with.” Mr. Anderson said flatly.

“Babe lets leaver here your Dad is making me grossed out” She said in a bitchy whiny voice.

“Son, I was going to just scare her as a warning. You two brought this on yourselves.” Mr. Anderson said with a grin.

“Scare? As if!” Pamela said as she tried to turn around to walk away only to violently grab and forced to face forward to Mr. Anderson by one of his suited thugs.

“What? Hey let me go?” Pamela cried out realizing she might have just done the wrong thing to the wrong person. The screen went black.

Next Clip...

As the clip started, my eyes shot opened to see a shivering Pamela completely naked, her eyes were red as if she had been crying.

I could see that Pamela had been stripped of her clothes and was now bent over a table. Her hands were visibly shaking as she gripped the edges of the table and her legs were spread apart, revealing her most intimate parts. She looked humiliated and defeated, as if she had finally realized the gravity of the situation, she was in.

Mr. Anderson walked behind her, running his hand over her smooth skin before delivering a hard slap to her bare bottom. Pamela let out a yelp of surprise and pain, but Mr. Anderson continued his assault, delivering slap after slap to her exposed backside.

“Please, stop! I will be a good girl.” Pamela cried out, but Mr. Anderson ignored her pleas and continued to spank her.

“You think you can talk to me like that?” Mr. Anderson growled, pausing for a moment before delivering another punishing blow to Pamela’s already red buttocks.

“I-I’m sorry,” Pamela whimpered, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Please ... I’ll do anything...”

“That’s more like it,” Mr. Anderson said with a smirk as he grabbed a fistful of Pamela’s hair and pulled back harshly. “Now say it.”

Pamela gasped in pain as she struggled against his grip. “Say what?”

“Call me Daddy,” Mr. Anderson demanded with a dark glint in his eye.

Pamela hesitated for a moment before reluctantly complying. “D-Daddy...”

“What else?” Mr. Anderson pressed on, enjoying watching this once cocky woman degrade herself in front of him.

“I-I’ll be good, Daddy,” Pamela said through gritted teeth as another sharp slap landed on her behind.

“Very good,” Mr. Anderson praised before releasing his grip on her hair and allowing her some relief from the pain.

The camera zoomed in on Pamela’s face and I could see how ashamed she was at having to say those words, but also how turned on she seemed to be by the whole.

Next Clip...

The time stamp indicated it was about five hours later.

Pamela had on a pair of red slutty fuck me pumps on and a shiny metal collar around her neck, with a chain leashed attached.

I watched in shock as Mr. Anderson paraded Pamela around the club completely naked on a leash, her hands bound behind her back and a metal collar around her neck. She stumbled and tripped, her body shaking with humiliation and arousal.

Mr. Anderson brought her to the bar, unbound her hands, and commanded her to lean over it, facing the patrons. Her face was flushed with embarrassment as she pressed her elbows against the smooth surface of the bar, presenting herself to the entire club.

I could hear the murmurs and gasps from the crowd as they ogled Pamela’s naked body, completely exposed for their viewing pleasure.

But Mr. Anderson was not done yet. He stepped behind Pamela and roughly grabbed her hips, positioning himself behind her.

“Ready for your punishment?” He growled into her ear before slamming himself deep inside of her.

Pamela’s moans echoed throughout the bar, a mixture of pleasure and pain as Mr. Anderson thrust into her mercilessly, each movement eliciting a new sound from her lips. The once lively atmosphere had hushed to a tense stillness, with all eyes on the spectacle unfolding before them.

Mr. Anderson’s hands gripped Pamela’s hips tightly, his fingers digging into her flesh as he dominated her with every thrust. His voice was low and gruff as he taunted her, spitting out degrading comments about her body and performance.

Pamela’s face was flushed with desire and humiliation, her eyes pleading for mercy but also begging for more. She was nothing more than a mere plaything in Mr. Anderson’s hands, reduced to a vessel for his pleasure.

The onlookers were transfixed by the scene, unable to look away from the raw power dynamic playing out in front of them. Even Steve, who had always harbored secret desires for Pamela, could not tear his eyes away from the sight.

As Mr. Anderson pushed Pamela to the brink of ecstasy, she cried out in pure release, her body quivering under his control. And as the room erupted into applause at their climactic finale. He roughly pulled her back with her chain leash and turned her around and picked her up like she weighed nothing and placed her on her back, so her tits were facing the crowd and her head was hanging off the head edge upside down.

Hector came into the picture and had his dick out, one of Mr. Anderson suited thugs had shed his pants and walked up to her and rested his cock on her face. Then as if looking for the cue from Mr. Anderson. Hector pulled back and shoved his cock between her lips. The same time judging by the moan Mr. Anderson fucked Pamela hard as she moaned like a banshee slut, her words muffled from the meat in her mouth leaving only the writing high pitch wails were heard.

As the suited thug continued to thrust his cock in and out of Pamela’s mouth, Mr. Anderson stood over her, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he mercilessly pounded into her from underneath.

Pamela was caught between two men, completely at their mercy as they used her body for their own pleasure. She could feel the spit from the thug’s cock dripping down her chin as she gagged and moaned around it, her eyes watering from the forceful abuse.

But despite the rough treatment, Pamela felt an overwhelming sense of arousal coursing through her body. The feeling of being dominated and objectified by these two men sent waves of pleasure pulsing through her.

Mr. Anderson’s thrusts became more erratic, his grunts and groans becoming louder as he neared his own climax. The other patrons of the bar were now cheering and egging them on, creating a raucous atmosphere that only added to the intensity of the moment.

With one final thrust, Mr. Anderson let out a loud roar as he came inside Pamela, his hot seed filling her up. As if on cue, Hector also released himself into Pamela’s mouth with a loud moan.

Pamela was left panting and trembling on the bar counter as Mr. Anderson pulled out and disentangled himself from her. She lay there in a daze, barely conscious of the intense experience she had just endured.

But Mr. Anderson was not finished with her yet. He grabbed hold of Pamela’s leash again and dragged her off the bar counter onto the floor where he positioned himself between her legs once more. He roughly spread them apart before plunging back into her depths.

The crowd watched in awe as Mr. Anderson continued to use Pamela like a sex toy, relentlessly pounding into her until she reached another mind-blowing climax. And then another. Finally spent, Mr. Anderson collapsed on top of Pamela, both of their bodies slick with sweat and their cum.

I just watched shocked, holy fucking shit, Mr. Anderson, was a Dick Down master of the highest order. I was so shocked at what I saw I could not believe what I was seeing. I was numb, like watching some natural disaster or car wreck. This was not like when I saw Pamela for the first time with Steve, this was different. This was the bitch that took pleasure in tormenting me getting fucked into being a submissive slut so hard it was numbing, and much to my delight it was not over.

The screen went black for a split second and came back on, when it came back on Pamela was entertaining two of Mr. Anderson’s thugs. One giant of a man was holding Pamela under his arms spreading her wide open. The Mammoth man had his cock in her asshole almost like he was putting her on a stand, that connected her ass. The other thug was butt naked in front of her with his cock in her pussy, Pamela’s arms had been bound behind her back again.

The two thugs were having their way with Pamela, using her body as if she was just a toy for their pleasure. The Mammoth man was thrusting into her asshole with such force that it made her whole-body shake, while the other thug pounded into her pussy, his hands gripping onto her hips to keep her in place.

Pamela could barely keep up with the intensity of their fucking. Her body was being used and abused, but her face indicated she could not deny that it felt incredible. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through her body, and she found herself crying out in a mix of pain and pleasure.

“God Yes! Fuck your slut!” She screamed out as the Mammoth man slammed into her harder.

“That’s right, you’re nothing but a filthy whore,” the other thug grunted as he continued to pound into her.

Tears streamed down Pamela’s face as she felt like nothing more than an object for their pleasure. But even through the degradation, she could not help but feel a sense of satisfaction at pleasing these men.

Her body began to shake uncontrollably as she felt herself reach yet another climax. She cried out incoherently as both men filled her up with their hot seed, leaving her feeling completely spent and satisfied.

Mr. Anderson was not finished with Pamela yet. He grabbed hold of her leash once again and pulled her up onto all fours. Without hesitation, he entered her from behind, his cock filling every inch of her already sore pussy.

“Fuck me harder Daddy! This whore loves it!” Pamela begged without shame, feeling herself on the brink of another orgasm.

Mr. Anderson obliged, pounding into Pamela’s needy cunt with such force that it made the bar counter beneath them shake. He reached around to grab onto Pamela’s breasts, pinching and pulling at them roughly while still thrusting into her.

Pamela cried out in ecstasy as she felt herself spasm uncontrollably.

Pamela collapsed on the ground covered from head to toe in a sheen of sweat and pasted with multiple loads of cum.

Next Clips

The Time Stamp was timed two hours later...

The crowd had been more settled in as it was littered with dancers now. The camera was focused on a stripper finishing her routine when the crowd got quite and special lighting was used to show Miguel, who obviously had the role of MC. “Greetings my fellow Hellions!” The dulcet tones of Bloody Mary came on, and prancing in a suit, she was dressed in her hair teased to high heaven and back.

The costume was a dark shade of red, almost bordering on black. It clung tightly to the dancer’s body, revealing every curve, and accentuating her figure. The skirt was short and barely covered her hips, the top was low-cut and showed off ample cleavage. Sequins and rhinestones sparkled in the stage lights, giving it a flashy and eye-catching look.

The costume is a dark red color, almost maroon in hue, with deep black lace accents. It is tight and revealing, with a plunging neckline and high slit in the skirt. The fabric is shiny and slick, catching the light and glinting with a seductive sheen.

The stripper’s dark red costume leaves little to the imagination, with its barely-there coverage of sequined fabric and tassels that flail with every movement. The deep red color contrasts sharply against the bright stage lights, making the outfit even more eye-catching.

Pamela’s gorgeous tan legs had a sheen on them when the lights hit them. She was a bombshell on heels. Holy fuck she looked sexy. I instantly got a boner looking at her. Fuck now I was getting fucking feelings for my bitch of a girlfriend. Damnit, the bitch of crap I am so fucked in the head, from this. I thought at the time.

As the music began to thump through the speakers, Bloody Mary started to strut across the stage, her hips swaying in time with the beat. Her body was a symphony of sensual movements, each one precise and calculated to send the audience into a frenzy.

The spotlight followed her every move, highlighting her curves and accentuating her captivating figure. The red fabric of her costume hugged her body tightly, leaving little to the imagination as she moved.

She began to slowly peel off her jacket, revealing a black lace bra that barely contained her ample breasts. She ran her hands seductively over her body, tracing every curve and caressing every inch of exposed skin.

As she reached down to remove her skirt, she turned around and bent over, giving the audience a teasing glimpse of her lacy thong underneath. The crowd roared in approval as she stood back up and continued to dance.

Her movements became more frenzied and wilder as the music picked up pace. She twirled and gyrated on stage, showing off every inch of her toned body. Her long legs seemed endless as she kicked them high into the air.

With every beat of the music, Bloody Mary’s hips shook and swayed in an almost hypnotic manner. It was impossible not to be entranced by the way she moved.

Suddenly, she reached behind herself and unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the ground with a flourish. She stood there topless for a moment before grabbing onto a nearby pole and spinning around it with ease.

The lights flashed all around her as she continued to dance, now completely naked except for her thong. Every inch of skin on display glistened with sweat as she moved with wild abandon.

As the song ended, “Bloody Mary” dropped down onto all fours and crawled towards the edge of the stage. With a seductive smile on her lips, she beckoned one lucky audience member to come closer.

The chosen person eagerly made their way onto the stage, where they were met with a passionate kiss from Bloody Mary. The crowd cheered in approval as the two locked lips, their bodies entwined in a passionate embrace.

As they broke away, Bloody Mary reached down and pulled off her thong, leaving her completely naked. She threw it into the audience, where it was caught by a group of eager hands.

The music started to slow down, signaling the end of the performance. Bloody Mary took a bow, her body glistening with sweat and a satisfied smile on her lips. She walked off stage, leaving the audience wanting more.

Then screen went black

Time Stamp Four hours later...

The Camera Showed a conversation taking place back in the VIP room, Pamela lay on the floor, still looking fully spent from her previous encounters. Steve watched her with a mix of admiration and lust, his eyes devouring every inch of her naked body.

“Pops has agreed to let you leave now. He expects you here every weekend. I am so sorry.” he said with a hint of guilt on his face.

“Do not! It was my boyfriend’s mom that caused this shit. She just fucked with the wrong bitch.” Pamela growled out angry a bull. Obviously, blaming my mother for everything that happened.

The clip ended.

Now I knew where the animosity towards my mother came from. The bitch had been cheating on me from just about the get go. I sighed as I forgot Hector was in the room. He was leaning back on the recliner with the biggest shit eating grin on his face. “So, you see they are not so fucking tough. But you knew that, did’nt you.”

“I need you to get ready you are going to have to of my boys with you for the scene today.” Hector said padding my shoulder as he left his office.

Oldies but Goodies.

Porn Scene...

It was weird acting like principal Simmons was performing as a principal and not a woman I was about to ravage six ways from Sunday in a porno. But that is exactly what this scene called for. I was to basically show up and fuck Mrs. Simmons for giving me detention, and two of the actors were pretending to be people of my crew.

The Studio had been made into a very close resemblance to her actual office. I was kind of impressed. I was already getting hard when I saw Mrs. Simmons walk onto the set from her dressing room. She had on a leather skirt, black heels and a red blouse that matched her glossy lipstick.

We had just finished rehearsing the scene. I was completely in character as the bad boy who was about to fuck his principal for giving him detention. Mrs. Simmons, or should I say Bloody Mary, looked amazing in her outfit, her curves on full display and her fiery red hair cascading down her back.

As we walked back to our dressing rooms, Hector pulled me aside and gave me some final instructions for the scene. “Remember, you’re a bad boy who’s not afraid to rough her up a little bit. Make it look real,” he said with a wink.

I nodded, my adrenaline already pumping in anticipation of what was about to happen. I quickly changed into my costume – a leather jacket and ripped jeans – and waited for my cue.

Finally, it was time for action. I followed Mrs. Simmons, or rather Principal Simmons, into her office as she scolded me for my behavior in class.

As she turned around to drop a file in a bin, I took this opportunity to grab her roughly by the neck and spin her around so that she was now facing me with her back pressed against my chest.

She gasped in surprise but did not resist as I began to grind against her behind, causing both of us to groan from the sensation. My hands roamed freely over her body, gripping onto any bit of skin I could find as we continued our passionate dance.

“Is this what you wanted?” I growled in her ear before nibbling on it gently.

With a sharp breath, she moaned out her consent and played along with our act. The fabric of her skirt bunched up around her waist as I lifted it in one fluid motion, the sound of zippers and the rustling of clothing filling the room. Her panties were pulled down in a frenzy, revealing her slick entrance to me. Without hesitation, I slammed into her with a force that made us both cry out in pleasure. The cameras were rolling now, capturing the raw passion between us as we moved together in perfect sync, each thrust bringing us closer to the edge. The scent of arousal and sweat mingled in the air as we lost ourselves in the moment, fucking on the principal’s desk like there was no tomorrow.

I could feel the familiar coil of pleasure building in my lower abdomen as I continued to pound into Principal Simmons. Her body arched and bucked against mine, her moans and cries of ecstasy spurring me on. I reached around her body, grasping at her breasts and pinching her nipples harshly, causing her to cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure.

“Call me Daddy,” I growled in her ear, my voice thick with desire as I slammed into her with even more force.

She complied immediately, too caught up in the heat of the moment to even question my request. “Yes, Daddy,” she gasped, her words coming out in a whimper as I hit just the right spot inside of her.

I could feel my own orgasm approaching rapidly, but I wanted to make sure she came first. With one hand still firmly gripping her breast, I used my other hand to rub circles over her clit. Her hips bucked wildly against mine as she neared her release.

“I’m going to come,” she cried out. “Oh God, Daddy!”

That was all it took for me to let go as well. We both screamed each other’s names in unison as we rode out our orgasms together.

In the aftermath, we collapsed onto the desk in a panting heap. Our bodies were slick with sweat and our hair was disheveled from our passionate encounter. As we caught our breaths, Principal Simmons turned to me with a satisfied grin.

I got up and spoke my line, “Bitch, I was going to let you have the night off with your family. But now I am afraid we need to teach you a lesson so you will never get detention again. That is right we are giving you detention slut.”

“And Cut” The director blared out. The men began scurrying about as Mrs. Simmons was taken back into her dressing room to clean up and change into her outfit for the next scene.

Next Scene...

And Action

I stood out from the shot so Mrs. Simmons could be filmed in the pose they had her. She was wearing a set of wrist and ankle cuffs. She had on a slave collar and a mask over her eyes. She looked gorgeous her pale skin looked so smooth like glass.

When I entered the shot, I reached down and pulled the mask from her eyes and grabbed her chin and forced her to look at me.

“Now you have been a naughty little slave girl. So, me and the boys here are going to teach you a lesson. Slut. In fact, we are going to make it a point to make you remember the next time you think it is ok to give me detention. “I said with menace, it kind of took me by surprise almost as if I learned from Steve. So much so, that Mrs. Simmons’ eyes widened when I made the threat.

As I stood there with a wicked smile on my face, Mrs. Simmons looked up at me with a mix of fear and excitement in her eyes. I could tell that she was both turned on by the situation and intimidated by the prospect of being punished by three horny thugs.

Without wasting any more time, I walked over to her and grabbed her roughly by the hair. She let out a small yelp as I pulled her head back, exposing her throat to me. I leaned down and whispered in her ear, “You’re going to take everything we give you, understand?”

Mrs. Simmons nodded quickly, eager to please me and avoid further punishment. With that assurance, I pushed her onto her knees and positioned myself behind her. The two other thugs joined us, one taking his place under Mrs. Simmons and the other standing at her side.

I began thrusting into Mrs. Simmons from behind, feeling how wet she was already from our previous encounter. She moaned loudly as I hit all the right spots inside of her, making sure to grip onto her hips tightly so she could not escape my rhythm.

As I fucked her hard and fast, the other thug underneath Mrs. Simmons began sucking on her clit while also sliding his cock into her pussy from below. She let out a loud cry of pleasure as he penetrated deeper inside of her.

Meanwhile, the third thug positioned himself in front of Mrs. Simmons and shoved his cock into her mouth without warning. She gagged for a moment before quickly adjusting to accommodate him in between moans of pleasure.

We worked together like a well-oiled machine, each taking turns pounding into Mrs. Simmons while she squirmed and screamed beneath us. Her body was completely at our mercy as we took turns using every hole available to us.

I knew that we were getting close to another round of orgasms when Mrs. Simmons started squirting uncontrollably onto the two men beneath her. Her cries of pleasure only spurred us on further as we continued to fuck her relentlessly.

The feeling of her wetness surrounding my cock was almost too much to bear, but I did not want to give in just yet. I wanted to see just how far we could push Mrs. Simmons before she broke.

As if sensing my thoughts, the third thug took charge and flipped Mrs. Simmons over onto her back, spreading her legs wide and plunging himself deep inside of her. The other two followed suit, one fucking her mouth and the other taking over for me from behind.

Mrs. Simmons was now completely exposed to us, vulnerable and at our mercy. We took turns thrusting into her, each trying to outdo the others in terms of intensity and speed.

With every thrust, Mrs. Simmons moaned louder and louder until finally she let out a loud scream as she reached her peak once again. This time, all three of us came with her, filling every inch of her with our cum.

We collapsed onto the floor next to Mrs. Simmons, panting and sweating from our intense session. She lay there between us, breathing heavily but with a satisfied smile on her face.

We helped Mrs. Simmons to her feet and led her over to the couch, where we made her kneel on all fours in front of us. Her body was still quivering from the intense orgasms we had given her, but she obediently followed our commands.

I stood in front of Mrs. Simmons while my two partners took their places on either side of her. We looked down at her with smirks on our faces, ready for round two.

Without warning, I grabbed a handful of Mrs. Simmons’ hair and pulled her head back, forcing her to look up at me.

“Remember what I said about consequences?” I asked, my voice low and threatening.

Mrs. Simmons nodded, fear evident in her eyes.

“Good,” I replied before turning to my partners. “Let’s give this bitch another lesson she won’t forget.”

With that, we began taking turns using Mrs. Simmons’ mouth and pussy once again. But this time, there was no pleasure involved for her. We were punishing her for crossing us and breaking our trust.

We fucked her hard and rough, not caring about her comfort or enjoyment. She gagged and moaned in pain as we pounded into every inch of her body.

But despite the pain she was experiencing, Mrs. Simmons did not beg us to stop or try to fight back. She knew she deserved this punishment and just took it like a good little slut.

After what felt like hours of nonstop fucking, we finally came a second time inside of Mrs. Simmons before pulling out and collapsing onto the couch next to her.

She lay there panting and exhausted as we looked down at her with satisfied grins on our faces.

“Now do you understand what happens when you mess with us?” I asked sternly, looking directly into Mrs. Simmons’ eyes.

She nodded silently before speaking up in a small voice. “Yes ... I understand. Sir.”

“Good,” I replied, patting her on the head. “Now get dressed next time we take you for the entire weekend.” I said. The director yelled out enthusiastically, “Holy Shit Frank, that was amazing! Wonderful work that was hot. Mrs. Simmons smiled brightly as she basked in the afterglow of multiple orgasms.