I laughed a little.
“I wouldn’t say revenge, brother, that seems a little extreme.”
But Colt and Cain just shook their heads.
“Never underestimate a man’s bruised ego, girlie,” they said. “I mean, the dude’s what – five four? Short men always have Napoleonic complexes, and he gets turned down by the new girl at school, even though he’s first in line. So yeah, I’d say some revenge is in order.”
“But I don’t get it,” I said, still puzzled. “I mean, wrecking your athletic careers over this? How does he even know we’re together?”
A moment’s pause.
“From the Donkey,” said Cain simply. “He was there the night we did the blue light.”
The blood rushed from my face and my knees felt weak. I still remembered that night, it’d been one of the best in my life. But how had Jimmy recognized me? I’d had a mask on, only my ruby red lips visible.
Colt’s face was grim, reading my mind.
“He must have paid someone,” he ground out. “Long must have paid someone at the club to find out which girl did the blue light that night. Have you made enemies at the Donkey?”
Sort of. Us working girls generally got along but there was always some cattiness, some sniping between women who are afraid of growing old, their bodies sagging, their livelihood gone.
I shrugged helplessly.
“I haven’t made any enemies as far as I know, but it doesn’t matter,” I said sadly. “It would take so much energy to figure out which girl slipped Jimmy the info and for what? We wouldn’t go after her anyways. But this still isn’t making sense,” I said slowly. “How did you pay him? Did the commissioner tell you that at least?”
“Through you,” said Colt simply. “We allegedly passed money to him through you.”
I sputtered and gasped.
“What? How?” I was genuinely shocked now. I’d never given Jimmy any money, maybe lent him a dollar for a Coke or something, but that was all.
“That’s the thing, sister,” said Cain slowly. “He said that he took a cut of your tips from the Donkey Club. That we made it rain, and he took some of the money for himself. That’s how he was compensated.”
I sat back, astounded.
“Does the NCAA know about this?” I asked slowly.
And my brothers nodded.
“Yeah, they know about the Donkey ... that you dance, that you strip, and that you get money for it,” said Cain slowly. “We don’t know how much they know exactly, but I think it’s pretty clear where this is headed.”
And I fell into a faint, the black closing around me. My innermost secret was in danger of being revealed to the world … that I’d been sleeping with my brothers.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Karlie
My mind whirred as I stood in line at the lunch counter, woodenly picking up some food.
“Black bean soup, honey?” asked the lunch lady, smiling kindly.
I smiled back like a robot, nodding my head.
That’s how it’s been for the last week. I’m on auto-pilot, acting like everything’s okay when inside I’m a mess, my emotions turbulent, liable at any second to burst into tears or melt into a sobbing puddle.
I can’t help it. The NCAA investigation is going on this very second, and there’s nothing to do but wait. But it’s killing me inside, taking all my energy just to keep it together, not to let this completely take over my life.
I scooted down the line with my lunch tray, absentmindedly reaching for a Diet Coke before pulling out my wallet to pay.
And suddenly my eyes snapped to life. Because who was at the cash register but Jimmy Long, leering at me like nothing had happened.
“Hey Karlie,” he said, his breath smelly and stinky even from two feet away. His face was so shiny that the oil was almost visible, his collar stained with sweat.
“Hey,” I mumbled back, looking down, my face flushed. I was embarrassed and angry at once. Here was the source of our pain, the so-called whistleblower on our own personal Deflategate. How much I wished I could rewind time so that I’d never met this guy.
But suddenly a wave of rage overtook me. Who was this person to dictate my life? Why was he able to cause me immense pain, and threaten my brothers too? The unfairness made me choke, the anger swelling inside, making me see red, the clanging of bells loud in my ears like an internal siren going off.
But I struggled to keep my emotions in check, showing nothing to the world.
“Hey Jimmy,” I said, my voice deceptively mild. “How’s it going?”
“Oh you know,” he said, ringing my food up. “It goes. I guess it’s going for you and your brothers too, isn’t it?” he said smarmily. I wanted to punch his face, knock out some of those brown, tobacco-stained teeth.
But I forced myself to focus, not let my emotions get in the way.
“Oh sure,” I said lightly, “Life goes on, you know. By the way, I was wondering when you’d be coming by the Donkey next?”
Now it was his turn to grow beet red, the color mottling his skin. I bet he hadn’t expected me to tackle the issue head on, much less say the word “Donkey” out loud. But he recovered quickly.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said, scoffing. “Never heard of the place.”
“Oh yeah?” I said sweetly, giving him a coy glance. “Joy says hi by the way.”
If possible, the dickhead turned even brighter red, purple almost, the top of his head practically popping off with excitement and embarrassment. Because yeah, I’d asked around if anyone had seen Jimmy Long that night, who’d been talking to him. And what do you know, the girls remembered a lech coming backstage that night acting like he owned the joint.
“Girl, why you wanna know about a guy like that?” asked Ebony, a seasoned dancer in her forties. “He’s got no money.”
I shook my head. Trust Ebony to stick to the basics. No money, no dance.
“Because he owes me cash,” I said slowly. “I think he took a cut of my tips.”
Now this was serious business. We were there to get paid and had a right to know if our earnings had been tapped.
“How? Why?” asked Snooker, a cute little blonde, bouncy and twenty-one at most.
“It’s the night I did the blue light,” I said. “The football team sent a guy backstage afterwards with a wad of cash. My earnings,” I clarified. “But their delivery boy took some of that for himself, so I’m trying to figure out who saw him, how he pulled it off,” I said.
“Man, that’s low,” whistled Ebony. “You tell us when you figure it out, kay girlie? We don’t need no cheaters like that.” She walked off, her ass wiggling with the feathers attached to her panties.
But Snooker wasn’t so quick to go. She obviously had some info.
“I think I remember that guy,” she said slowly. “Was he really ugly, with bad skin, bad hair, a midget about yea tall?” she asked, gesturing with her hand.
I nodded slowly.
“Yeah, that sounds like Jimmy,” I confirmed.
“Well,” continued Snooker, “after you danced that night you were kind of passed out afterwards, remember?” she said. “You were lying on the lounger over there, resting, and this dude came in. He had money for you, but he was acting like he was boss around here, like we had to do whatever he wanted.”
Us girls hate that. Sometimes patrons come backstage and act like the Prince of Persia, we’re their concubines cum personal servants, there to do their bidding. The entitlement emanates in waves off these guys and worst of all, they usually don’t have any money.
But Snooker continued.
“He came backstage and he was trying to feel up girls with both hands, practically dropping the money, his boner out and waving,” she said slowly.
Oh god, gross. The worst type of client.
“Yeah, so Joy took one for the team,” said Snooker. “She grabbed the money out of his hand, knelt down, and then gave him head.”
I
gasped. Sex backstage was commonplace but had Joy done it just to drive him away?
Snooker nodded.
“Yeah, she really did it,” she confirmed. “She took that dong in her mouth, it was practically crusty, he was so dirty, and got him off just so that he’d leave.”
I was shocked, shaking my head, but suddenly knew how to get this ball rolling.
“Tell Joy thanks,” I said tightly. “I owe her one.”
“I will,” said Snooker as she walked off, her look sympathetic. “She’ll be on later this week, you can tell her yourself if you see her.”
I nodded, turning to adjust my costume, getting ready to go on-stage. And as the music started, I began dancing like a she-devil, using my elasticity to do splits, aerobics, flinging around titty and ass like no other. But my mind was far away because I was forming a plan, how to make things right after this horrible blow to the twins’ athletic careers.
And now Jimmy Long was right in front of me in the lunch line, dressed in a paper apron, a yellow visor on his head as he rang up my soup.
I smiled sweetly at him.
“Joy says hi, by the way,” I repeated, my voice coated in sugar. I could tell he knew who Joy was. Even when strippers use fake stage names, a client knows. They always know.
Jimmy stuttered, grew red, and began sweating under the fluorescent lights, aggravating his acne problem.
“Come back and see her,” I purred. “She’s on Thursday night at midnight for a blue light. You’ll like it,” I added coyly. “Maybe you’ll get picked as the special guy!” I tossed off lightly over my shoulder as I grabbed my tray, turning away.
And with satisfaction, I saw Jimmy standing with his mouth open, gaping after me, his narrow shoulders trembling with anticipation, his breathing fast. It’d worked, I thrown the hook and the fish had bit. We’d see him this week … for sure.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Karlie
“Oh yeah!” squealed Joy. “This is going to be awesome.”
That’s what I love about Joy. I’d figured I’d have to persuade her somehow, cajole the girl into helping me, but instead she was totally game, her big boobies bouncing, a tiny yellow thong her only clothing.
“You sure?” I asked carefully. “Jimmy’s gross, this isn’t going to be easy to swallow.”
“No prob,” said Joy waving her hand. “Trust me, I’ve already swallowed the dude, what could be worse? Besides, anyone who fucks with the Donkey deserves to be destroyed,” she added, drawing a threatening line across her throat.
I had to laugh. It looked so out of place, her boobies hanging out, her cunt practically visible, teetering in high heels yet gesturing like an assassin.
But hey, no one likes to be cheated and we girls stick together. So here we were, getting ready for a blue light, the clock ticking towards midnight. Joy was ready, I was ready, two women nude … and totally lethal.
“Ohh, I think I see him,” breathed Joy, peeking out from behind the velvet curtain. “Oh yeah, he’s acting like the Queen of Sheba again.”
I shook my head, disgusted. Trust Jimmy Long, cafeteria cashier cum wannabe blackmailer, to act like a hotshot. God, some people have such inflated ideas of themselves.
But we were here to work, and Joy and I were prepared.
“So you want me to walk out first, right?” she asked, rubbing oil over her body, the glimmering lotion making her slick and slippery.
“Yeah, make sure he sees you and follows you to the back,” I confirmed, parting my cunny lips a little and holding myself open to push in a pocket rocket. Oh god, that felt good and I closed my eyes slightly and moaned a bit as I focused on the insertion, feeling the little motor in my twat, stimulating my clit as it worked my channel. I needed to act sexy around Jimmy and this would make the job easier, I was seriously revolted at the thought of seducing him.
But a job is a job.
“Ooh, looks delicious,” breathed Joy, watching me with avid eyes as I positioned the toy in myself. “No worries, I can do it without props, I just gotta be out in time for my special,” she said saucily. “Tonight, it’s gonna rain on me!” she giggled gleefully.
I knew she was excited for the blue light, it speaks to the dancer inside, plus the money is just so good. But I wanted her to be careful because we had a mission.
“Come on,” I whispered, taking her hand. Jimmy had seated himself in the back, his scrawny arms spread along the back of the booth like he was Al Pacino in Scarface. “Let’s go.”
And Joy and I were on it. Strutting like peacocks, we entered the male crowd as another dancer was on stage, working the patrons with an air of practiced ease, shaking our asses, letting them stroke boobies, maybe touch a little cunt as we chatted them up, licking their cheeks, making cooing noises.
Slowly but inevitably, we made our way to the back, where Jimmy was sitting, his legs sprawled. God. He’d had another acne break-out and even the dim lighting at the Donkey couldn’t hide it.
“Heya Jimmy,” purred Joy, throwing that blonde hair backwards, shimmying a little, shaking her nips at him. “I missed you.”
And it was like magic. If his dick hadn’t been hard before, it definitely was now. The little shit jerked like he’d been electrocuted by Joy’s voice, coming alive like a wire, sitting up straight, his ears perked.
“Hi Joy,” he managed in a high-pitched voice. He was all about her, running his hands up and down her flanks, snapping that yellow thong, pulling it back to inspect her ass. And she was a true professional. Joy shook that bootie, letting him ogle, letting him caress and pet, his fingers all over those full cheeks.
“Hey big boy,” I purred, making my way to his other side.
By now, Jimmy had his face buried between Joy’s breasts, his head rolling back and forth as he lost himself in ecstasy. But he pulled back for a minute, squinting as he looked at me.
“Shit Karlie,” he whined. “You spoil everything you know that?”
I could feel the rage rising again but hid it behind a sugary smile.
“I just wanted to make sure you’re having a good time,” I purred, “you look so big, big boy.”
I admit the words aren’t exactly Pulitzer-worthy, but hey, this is the Donkey and it’s about action, not talk.
I skated nearer to the man, the bile rising in my throat as I got a whiff of his stench. Joy was really a pro, and if my eyes weren’t betraying me, his finger was now toying with her clit, flicking it back and forth as the blonde ground against it, giving low breathy moans interspersed with “work it, baby, work it.”
And Jimmy just gobbled it up, like he was a big man on campus, used to girls throwing themselves at him.
“If you like, Tiger, we can bring this backstage for a little privacy,” I intimated, now close enough so that he could touch me if he wanted to. My skin crawled at the thought, but my little vibrator made it easier, the trembles shaking against my sweet spot, helping me smile even though I hated his guts.
“I want what Joy wants,” he gasped, his eyes never leaving her nude, oiled body, her hips now positively rocking on his fingers.
At that, Joy took her cue.
“I want to get it on with you,” she breathed, humping down on his hand, taking digits in her. “Come on, let’s do it,” she said, trailing a finger down the side of his face.
And then she surprised me. Without pulling his hand from her cunny, she began walking, using his arm like a leash. If he wanted to keep touching her wetness, he was going to have to follow, and this guy was like an obedient dog. Jimmy Long stumbled along behind the stripper as she made her way towards the back, his hand buried between her legs, leering at everyone who looked up as if to say, “Yeah, I’m a fuckstud.”
Just as she reached a private door, Joy looked back at him, purring, “Come on big boy, let’s get a private room,” and with a swish, they were through the entryway.
I pranced behind them, winking at customers along the way, pausing only when we got to the long, dark hall.
But Joy was already at the far end, still pulling Jimmy along with her pussy, tantalizing him, clamping down to keep his fingers locked in her cunt.
And with a smooth move, she opened the door, ushering him in.
“Come on,” she breathed. “Karlie and I will show you a good time.”
And that was my cue. I signaled and in a flash, Colt and Cain appeared, hurtling into the small back room, their massive bodies moving at light speed despite their bulk, shoving Jimmy in before the door clanked shut, leaving Joy and I gaping at each other on the outside.
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