Chapter 3

In the living room he ordered me to put my sandals on. As soon as I had them on he picked up the dog collar and leash and put the collar around my neck. He stood back and said, “Perfect!”

Then he began to lead me out of the house by the leash.

I exclaimed, “Paul!”

He ignored me. The next thing I knew I was standing on his front steps nearly naked while he locked the door. We went out to the driveway and I was conscious of all the people around who saw me. It’s late on Saturday afternoon. There are people in their yards and walking down the sidewalk. I know many of them saw me being led out to the car at the end of a leash. It’s terribly degrading, but I felt myself getting wet again.

We got into Jim’s big SUV. Jim is driving. Jerry sat in the front passenger seat. Paul and Tony sat in the two bucket seats in the back and I sat on the floor between them. As soon as we were all in and Jim took off down the street, Tony reached down and started playing with one of my tits. He quickly decided the t-shirt was a hindrance and ordered me to remove it. Once I was naked again his hand returned to my tit. Paul began to toy with the other one absently and for the entire ride I had two men playing with my tits.

I was so excited, and so distracted, that I paid no attention to where we’re going. I just knew that by the time we got there I was ready for the sex to resume.

I didn’t even look out the car windows until Jim pulled into a parking lot and turned the engine off. When I did look I was shocked to see we’re parked in front of a strip club!

I turned to Paul and said, “I can’t go in there! I’m only nineteen.”

Paul smiled and said, “It’s okay, Shannon. You aren’t going to have any alcohol.”

Everyone got out. Paul pulled me out after him by the leash attached to my collar. Tony came around the car with my t-shirt in his hand. Before he reached me, three men came out of the club and headed our way. They were just about to get into two cars parked nearby when one of them noticed me.

I heard him exclaim, “I’ll be god damn! Look at that!”

They all turned to see me standing there, waiting for Tony to hand me my shirt. One of them called out, “Shit! I didn’t know this place had a takeout service!”

Paul laughed and said, “She doesn’t work here. She’s too young. But I thought she might enjoy the show.”

The three of them watched as I put my t-shirt on and Paul led me to the door of the club. The noise inside was deafening. The air was so thick with cigarette smoke that I couldn’t breathe at first. But the thing that really took my breath away was the sight of the woman up on the stage, dancing around completely naked in a large room full of horny men.

I have imagined what it must be like to be doing what that woman is doing from the time I found out that there are such things as strip clubs. It had appealed to the exhibitionist in me from the moment I first saw a place like this and the sign advertising totally nude dancers. The very idea that men can go into a place like this and watch a naked woman dance around for their amusement made my nipples hard.

Paul spotted a table near the stage and he pulled me along by the leash. As we passed between the tables I drew a lot of amused looks from the men who only took their eyes off of the naked woman just long enough to notice me.

A waitress came to our table as soon as we took our seats. Her outfit consisted of a pair of thong panties and a pair of sandals. She stood there taking our order just as calmly as if she were fully dressed. She’s obviously used to walking around all but naked in this place. If it had been me in her place, the front of that little thong would have been soaking wet.

I looked around and saw a couple more waitresses wearing just about the same uniform ours is. There are also a few women dressed in slutty clothes going around to the tables and saying something to the men watching the show. Tony informed me those women are hustlers trying to get the men to buy them drinks in the hopes of having sex with them. But just like all the men in here, it’s the dancers that drew my attention.

I watched men approach the stage and the woman dancing would move close to the edge of the stage and allow the man to place a tip in the small garter she’s wearing. They always did it in such a way that their fingers seemed to linger on or near her exposed pussy while she just smiled at the guy.

The song finally ended and she collected the pieces of her costume and her tips and went back stage. She came out a few minutes later in an open, see through wrap and circulated around to the tables of her lusting fans. Some of the men gave her more money, taking their time and easing it into her garter. She stopped and talked to one guy and when the next song started she took off her wrap and gave him a lap dance. I watched as she rubbed her tits and pussy all over him but the poor guy had to keep his hands down at his sides. He couldn’t even touch her! I thought that sucked.

A new girl had come out on stage and started dancing. She’s still covered up by her costume so I continued to watch the lap dance taking place a few tables away. By the time that was over the dancer on stage had stripped down to a g-string and I watched her dancing. I also looked at the men in the audience and saw them watching her and wanting her. It’s so exciting! I’m sitting in a room full of men and the air is thick with lust. These men all want to fuck somebody. They want to look at naked women and get excited and fuck someone. I think it’s tragic that they’re all going to leave here still horny.

Being a female, however, I can’t help finding the concept of a place like this so exciting I feel like I’m on the edge of an orgasm. I can just imagine what it must be like to be up on that stage, dancing around naked with all of those men staring at your body and wanting you. As many as a hundred men that are staring at your tits and your pussy and your ass and they all want to touch you. They all wanted to fuck you. How fucking exciting is that?!

I noticed a sleazy looking guy talking to Paul but it’s so loud in here that I can’t hear the conversation. It’s obvious they’re talking about me. They keep looking over at me. I’m afraid there might be a question about my age. I hope I don’t have to leave!

I was wrong. After the guy went away our waitress came over and said something to Paul. He handed her the end of my leash and the next thing I knew I was being pulled down a dark hallway and into a dressing room.

There are two strippers in there. They’re sitting at their makeup tables talking. They hardly looked up when we first entered. They noticed the leash, though, and that got their attention. The waitress pulled me over to them and said, “Mr. Ross said to give her a g-string and tell her what to do. She’s going to go on for a set. She belongs to some guy in the audience and he wants to see her dance.”

The women looked at me and one of them asked, “How old are you, honey?”

I told her and she asked, “Are you in trouble?”

I shook my head.

They looked at each other and then she asked, “Do you want to do this?”

I answered honestly, “I didn’t know we were coming here tonight. But I have been turned on by the idea of being a stripper since I was a little girl and found out that there was such a thing. I’m scared to death. But yes, I want to do this.”

She rolled her eyes and said, “It takes all kinds!”

She asked the waitress, “What about the leash?”

The waitress shrugged. The stripper stood up and took it off of me. She handed it to the waitress and said, “Give this back to the guy. He can put it back on her after she does her dance.”

She left with the leash and the stripper went over to a rack of costumes and flipped through them. As she did she said to me, “Take off your shirt.”

After I had whipped it off she said, “No sense making this complicated. The idea is for you to go out there and dance around naked for a while. You don’t have time to learn an act. Put this on.”

She handed me a tiny G-string which tied at my hips. After I put it on she handed me a small vest that didn’t come anywhere near covering my tits. I slipped the vest on and she handed me a garter. When I had put all three items on she said, “When you get introduced, go out through that curtain and dance around until the first song is ending. It don’t matter what you do, just shake your tits a lot. That’s all they want to see anyway. At the end of the first song you take the vest off. You take the g-string off at the end of the second number and then you dance naked for the last song. If someone comes up to the stage with a bill in his hand you dance over and smile while he puts it in the garter and feels you up a little. That’s all there is to it. Any questions?”

Now that it’s about to happen I’m scared to death. It isn’t that I don’t want to go out there and dance in front of all of those men. I’m just afraid I’ll do something stupid, fall down or not be able to untie the g-string or something.

The stripper pulled me over to the curtain and we waited for the girl who’s dancing to finish her number. She saw how nervous I am and she smiled and said, “Don’t worry about a thing, honey. There isn’t anything a girl with a body like yours can do that those horny bastards won’t love. Just dance like you’re at a dance club with your boyfriend and you’ll do fine.”

The song ended and the woman who has been dancing on stage came through the curtain. She looks bored. I can’t understand that. Even if she did this every day of the week, how could it be boring to get undressed in front of all those men and dance around, turning them on, making them want you?

My mentor as I was tossed into the world of strip tease saw the confusion on my face and asked, “What’s the matter, honey?”

I replied, “How can she be bored?”

She looked at me and shook her head and said, “Honey, we’re all bored. Men are pigs. This job loses its thrill pretty damn quick once you realize that.”

I replied, “Men are pigs because they like to see women take their clothes off? That doesn’t make sense. If men didn’t like sex and sexy women, who would we get to marry us?”

Before she could think of a response we heard the announcer say, “Gentlemen, we have a special treat for you this evening. Tonight is Shannon’s first time in a strip club and her boyfriend has asked if she could entertain you. She’s a little nervous, so be gentle. Now, how about a warm round of applause for Shannon!”

I was pushed out on stage and I heard the men applauding and whistling as I moved toward the front of the stage. The music started and I began to dance.

I wasn’t dancing like a stripper, doing those sensual moves the other women have been doing. But I danced as sexily as I could and since most of my body is already on display the men seemed to get a kick out of it. The vest I was given covers nothing. Every move I made caused it to flip open. The G-string just barely covers my slit. Some of my pubic hair peeks out even though I keep myself trimmed pretty closely. My ass is completely exposed. And I’m so turned on I can hardly breathe.

I danced around to the loud, wild music and I looked out at the men who are ogling my tits and my ass. It’s an exhibitionist’s dream come true. I’m so excited that the flashes from the camera Jim is using to take pictures of my stage debut didn’t even register on my brain.

I was half way through the first song when a man approached the edge of the stage and held out a dollar bill. I danced over and smiled down at him as he took his time inserting the bill into my garter. As he did his fingers glided over the crotch panel of my little outfit and I almost had an orgasm right then and there.

He stepped back and I danced for a few more seconds before I heard the song ending and I gladly tore the vest off and threw it to the back of the stage. The next song started right away and I continued dancing. As I danced I felt myself getting really into it. I began to caress my breasts and pull on my nipples. I did it to please my audience. But it was really getting to me, too. There’s no doubt in my mind that there’s a wet spot on the front of that unlined little G-string I’m wearing.

Just after the start of the second song two men came up to the stage and I danced closer and stood swaying gently while first one and then the other slowly worked a dollar bill into my garter. Both men ran their hands up my thighs and into the space between my legs, applying pressure to my pussy as they tipped me.

I shuddered in pleasure as they touched me. I’m so close to having an orgasm right up there on that stage and it must have showed. I had just started dancing again when a third man came forward and as he put his dollar bill in my garter his knuckles pressed firmly against my clit and that was all I needed. I closed my eyes and groaned loudly and nearly fell to my knees.

There was a loud cheer from the men in the audience. They knew I was having an orgasm. There’s no way I could have hidden it. Hell, I want them to know!

As soon as the customer who had just brought me to orgasm stepped back another man stepped forward and as I stood swaying at the edge of the stage I felt him reach up and pull at the strings holding my G-string in place.

I just smiled and let it fall to the floor at my feet while he slowly inserted another bill into my garter. As he purposefully fumbled with my garter I felt two thick fingers slowly push easily into my sopping wet pussy. He kept his fingers buried in my pussy and his thumb gently strummed my clit. This time when I came I did fall to my knees.

He kept me from falling hard by gently lowering me, supporting my weight with his fingers in my pussy. I reached down mindlessly and held his wrist. I pressed my pussy against his hand and I heard myself cry out wordlessly as I came again.

I only half realized that there’s now a large crowd of men gathered around the stage. The music played on in the background, song after song, as men came forward and groped my body. They pulled at my breasts and squeezed them. They tormented my nipples with their rough fingers and sometimes with their teeth. They jostled for position and one man after another inserted fingers into my pussy and even into my ass. And I must have had a hundred orgasms!

The show went on for a long time before someone finally decided to restore some order. The manager and the bouncer began to gently pull the men away from the stage and order them back to their seats.

I was finally alone and kneeling, dazed and out of breath. The manager tapped my cheeks lightly to get my attention. I opened my eyes and looked down at his smiling face. It took me a moment to get my bearings. When my eyes finally focused I smiled and said, “Hi!”

When he saw that I was back in the present, the manager said, “Pick up your stuff, sweetheart. Go back stage and get dressed. You got a hell of an act, kid!”

I blinked and then looked around at the money on the floor around me. I gathered it up as quickly as I could, grabbed my g-string and the vest I had been wearing and ran off stage to thunderous applause.

I collapsed in a chair in the dressing room, holding the money and the outfit in my arms and staring blankly at the wall while I recovered.

I felt someone pulling at the outfit I was still clutching mindlessly. I looked up to see my mentor smiling down at me. Two other women are standing behind her staring at me like I’m some kind of freak. I released my death grip on the vest and the g-string and as the woman placed them on the table behind me she said, “Not bad, kid. Hell, you gave me a hard on!”

She and her two companions took the pile of money out of my arms and began flattening it out and separating it by denomination. I didn’t really care about the money. But I watched curiously as they stacked it up and then counted it. The total was three hundred and thirty-four dollars!

I waited until they had counted it and then handed it back to me and I asked, “Is that a lot?”

All three of them laughed and my mentor said, “Shit! On my best night I only made just a little over a hundred in one set. And that was a long time ago. Come on. Get your shirt on. It’s time to take you back out to your table.”

I put my t-shirt back on and picked up the stack of money again. That was almost what I made a week! And it had only taken me ... well; actually, I didn’t have a clue how long I had been out there. I’ve been in a sexual daze and it could have been fifteen minutes or two hours. I had no idea.

I was led back out to the table and as soon as I entered the room there was a loud cheer and a round of applause. I smiled, embarrassed now, though I hadn’t been when I was on stage.

Paul attached the leash to my collar and then he led me through the room towards the back. As we passed by the tables, men reached out and touched me and called out to me, telling me how sexy I am and how much they enjoyed my act. I blushed and smiled at them and kept walking.

Paul led me into the manager’s office. The manager stood up and came around his desk. He took the leash from Paul and pulled me over to his desk. He reached down and pulled my shirt up to my neck. His hands explored my body while he stood before me staring into my eyes. He’s still a greasy looking character. But as his fingers entered my sopping wet pussy I didn’t give a damn what he looked like. I knew right away why Paul brought me back here and I want it.

The manager bent me over his desk and I heard him behind me. I heard his pants being unfastened and his zipper as he pulled it down. I spread my legs apart and leaned on my arms and waited impatiently for him to put his cock in me.

I felt him fumbling to find my opening. I reached between my thighs, grabbed his cock and guided it to my vulva. It felt like a perfectly normal cock and I was a little disappointed that he wasn’t hung like a horse. But it felt perfect as he shoved it into me and I cried out in pleasure as I felt my pussy stretching to accommodate this greasy pervert’s cock.

I doubt if he took three strokes before I started cumming. I began ranting and raving as he fucked me brutally. I begged him to fuck me harder and I screamed in pleasure with every violent stroke. I probably came a dozen times before I felt him tense up and cum in my pussy.

We stayed locked together for a long time before he finally pulled his cock out of me. I was still breathing hard and still kind of hazy when I felt another cock begin to enter me. I looked back to see that Paul couldn’t wait until we got home. I felt his big fat cock entering me and I screamed in pleasure.

He fucked me even more violently than the manager and as he rammed his cock into me he leaned over me and called me terrible names. He called me a cunt and a whore and every other derogatory name for a female that I’ve ever heard. And I called out, “YES! YES! I’m a cunt! Fuck me! Ram that cock into my cunt! Make me your whore! Oh god yes!”

And again I came over and over while he fucked me. I was so out of it I didn’t even realize he finished until he had already pulled his pants back up and he was tugging on my leash. I was leaning down with my head on my arms and drooling on the desk like a blithering idiot!

I groaned as I straightened up. I turned around to face Paul. He’s smiling at me and when I realized I had pleased him a warm feeling like I’ve never experienced before washed over my body. I was so happy I felt like wagging my tail!

He tugged at my leash and said, “Come on, cunt. Let’s get you cleaned up so we can take you home.”

He pulled me out of the office and down the hallway to the ladies room. I was half way down the hall, passing men coming back from the men’s room, when I realized that my shirt is still pulled up over my tits. The men all smiled at me as they passed. It was obvious, I’m sure, that I had just been fucked hard. I didn’t care. I just smiled and left my shirt right where it was.

There was no one in the ladies room. It was small, just a toilet and a sink. Paul went in with me and sat me on the toilet. He caressed my hair while I peed and then let the cum drain out of me.

As he caressed me he said, “You liked that, didn’t you? You liked it all. You liked dancing naked for a room full of horny old men and letting them look at you and touch you. You liked getting fucked by that sleazy manager. You would have fucked every man in this place if I threw you down on a table and turned them loose, wouldn’t you?”

I leaned my head against his stomach and whispered, “Yes. I loved it. I loved it all! Thank you.”

He asked, “For what?”

I wasn’t quite sure how to answer that. Finally I responded, “Thank you for kidnapping me. Thank you for making me a cunt. Thank you for tonight. It was the most exciting night of my life!”

He patted my head and said, “So far.”

I sighed and agreed, “So far.”

I felt like I had finished draining. Today is the first time the men fucking me weren’t wearing condoms so this is new to me. I wiped myself with a handful of toilet paper, stood up and flushed the toilet. I saw a few clumps of cum floating in the toilet. I’m surprised at how little there is. It seems like I’ve been having sex since just after noon. It’s evening now. I feel like I should be full of the stuff. But I haven’t actually had vaginal sex that many times. And most of the sex in here had been with fingers. I’ve only been fucked twice since we left the house. It only feels like I’ve been through an orgy.