“WHAT THE HELL?” I shouted, jumping up.
“Nothin’ to worry about,” Roger Junior said from my right. “That was your nightly dose of Easy X.”
“YOU INJECTED ME WITH IT? You bastard! I would’ve taken a pill.”
“Maybe so, maybe not. This way, I know you’ve got your dose. Besides, it’s faster and a higher concentration too. It’s probably better for your stomach,” he said laughing.
“I’m leaving,” I said, grabbing my cane. I was wearing the business suit costume and could make my way home in it.
He grabbed my upper arm again and spoke directly into my ear, his voice angry and gruff. “Don’t test me, Alie. I’ll make an example outa you in a heartbeat. Besides, you don’t want to be out walkin’ or ridin’ a bus when the X kicks in. Better to be sitin’ here.
“See ya onstage.”
I heard him walk away. I sat down, shaking with anger. Pat tapped my hand and tried her best to calm me down. She was explaining how we’d all get through this when it hit me like a hammer.
One moment, I was ready to kill Roger. I was as angry as I’d ever been. The next moment I would have fucked the guy if his dick had touched my pussy. My anger evaporated like a drop of water on a hot stove. In its place was a calm the likes of which I’d never known. That was coupled with a willingness to have sex with anyone and anything.
That shot had been a LOT MORE Easy X. At least, a lot more had found its way into my system.
Pat could see me zone. She called Phil over and told him Roger had shot me up. He tried to bring me around for about ten minutes. Gradually, things began to clear somewhat. What I needed then, what I had to have, was something in or around my pussy. I hiked up my skirt, pushed my G-string aside, and fingered myself to a clitoral and a vaginal orgasm in about ten seconds. You could probably hear my screams in uptown, thirty miles away.
“What’s goin’ on?” Roger said, coming over to the three of us.
“What do you think?” Phil said, more impatient than angry. “You fucked her up, man. How’s she supposed to dance like that?”
I felt Roger’s big hand on my chin. He turned my head, I assumed toward him. He must’ve looked in my eyes.
“Yeah, she’s more than a little dilated. She’ll get used to it. It’s gotta last all night, after all. Do what you need to and bring her around. If she messes up out there, I’ll hold all three of you responsible.”
“Like hell you will!” Pat shouted at him.
“Cool your heels and get her ready, you old bat.”
“Phil, I’m ready to …” Pat started to say. I didn’t hear anything, but Phil must have gestured or something because she stopped talking and didn’t say anything until I was in my wig.
Phil stood me up then and checked my responses. I was mostly lucid, though there seemed to be a cloud of sexuality over me. I was me, and not me at the same time. I felt Pat fluffing my long, red hair again, nervously I thought. I reached up and grabbed her hand and moved it right under my skirt and onto my cunt.
“Do me or I’ll never make it out there,” I told her.
I came three times. I actually felt a little better after she got me off.
Phil was concerned that I’d mess up my dance, but I didn’t. I’d become a pro, after all, even when I was half out of it. I remembered to include the titty play and I fingered myself and came right there, in front of two hundred screaming fans, twice during the dance without missing a sway or a step.
The crowd knew it when I climaxed. They went crazy, then crazier when the dance kept going without a beat lost. I was as high as the moon and still perfect. The audience knew it. At that moment, through the haze of arousal I was feeling, the sense of power, of having the audience in the palm of my hands, had never been stronger.
When I left the stage, the place erupted.
They laced me up with a flexible, silver chain for my slow, sensual dance number 3. The chain was about as thick as a shoe lace. It started with a gym-shoe-like loop at the bottom two pussy rings and then crisscrossed back and forth through the others. I came as Pat threaded the pliable links through the rings in my labia, and then fastened it with a small padlock up near my clit. I was completely, tightly closed up.
Combined with the Easy X, it was awful. Every time I moved, it sent ripples of pleasure through my nether regions. I couldn’t control myself backstage or onstage. About half-way through my dance number 3, I went into orgasm and couldn’t make it stop. I ended up on my back on the floor, masturbating in front of the entire audience. People were laughing and calling out. Everyone knew what was happening. After more than a minute out of control, I finished the dance and made a hasty exit.
It was the most embarrassing moment of my life.
The crowd loved it. I made $1,800 in tips that night. Roger caught me before I left and gave me the money personally.
“I told you,” he said after I took the cash.
“Fuck you,” I said and left.
Unfortunately, I was always laced up and padlocked for dance number 3 after that.
Rina had seen the middle three performances, including dance number 3. She’d left early because a friend who’d brought her had to leave. Rocco, who I think was feeling badly that he couldn’t do anything to moderate Roger Junior, dropped me off at home. Rina was already there.
She hugged me and we kissed as soon as I came in the door. “What was that performance all about?” She asked.
“Roger wanted to sex-up the routines. To make it easier for me, he shot me full of Easy X before I realized what was happening. Then they laced up my pussy for one dance.”
“Yeah, I saw it. What’s going on?”
“I’ll tell you later. I really need to fuck you right now.” I dragged her by the hand into the bedroom, relying on the mental picture formed during my months of navigating around my house without sight to guide me.
I tore off her clothes. When Rina pulled my pants down and grabbed at my thong, I came. I was still orgasming when she finished disrobing me. I almost tossed her onto the bed and jumped on top of her.
One thing that characterizes the love making between Rina and me is the gentle consideration, the sensitive touches, the sharing, and the affectionate concern we each have for the other. This session was nothing like that. I was frantic and needful. I shoved her hand onto my pussy and her fingers into me as I came. I bit at her breasts and actually made her lip bleed with the force of my mouth on hers.
I moved over her in sixty-nine and buried my face in her pussy. Every time her mouth touched my exquisitely pierced clit I came. Fueled by the Easy X still coursing through my body, I had one orgasm that wouldn’t stop. It went on and on and on for ten, fifteen minutes.
I ravished Rina during that climax. If my nails hadn’t been as short as they possibly could be, I would have torn her skin off with my scratches. I slapped at her pussy and managed to push my entire hand into her as I fisted her for the first time.
She tried to throw me off twice but I overcame her with my frenzied, drug-driven strength. I put teeth marks all over her. I bit her lips and tongue. She lay back still for a moment and I tried to shove her foot into me, and would have actually managed to do it, but she forcefully kicked me off.
“Alie! Stop it.”
“FUCK ME!” I shouted, out of control. I jumped back onto the bed, knocking her backwards. I grabbed her hand again and thrust it into my cunt. I couldn’t stop cumming. My passion went higher and higher and I finally passed out.
When I came to, I was tied spread-eagle on the bed. The orgasm had stopped. I was lying on what felt like a piece of plastic. With my legs apart, I couldn’t put any pressure on my clit rings, though I wanted nothing more than to do just that.
“RINA!” I called out.
“I’m here,” she said quietly.
“GODDAMN IT RINA! FUCK ME YOU CUNT! I need you to fuck me!”
“Alie, the Easy X has you. You gotta calm down.”
I was about to yell at her
again when what felt like a bucket of ice water hit me square in the face.
“WHAT THE HELL …” I started to scream. Then suddenly, the freezing cold gave me my senses back – at least for a moment.
I felt a hard slap on my face. “Alie, stop it!”
“I … I’m okay … I’m okay.” I stuttered. “Untie me, please.”
“Not until I’m sure you’re past this. I want you to drink this coffee.”
“Get me a cigarette first.” She lit one and held it to my lips. I took a long drag and held the smoke in my lungs for as long as I could. Then I blew it out and did a double pump the next time Rina held it for me.
“Drink some coffee now,” she said.
“You’ll have to untie me so I can sit up.”
“No way. Turn your head. You can use a straw.”
I turned my head; I felt a straw placed in my mouth. I could barely drink the hot, black coffee at that angle. I smoked the whole cigarette as she held it. With the coffee, I started to feel better.
“Another cigarette, please.” I smoked another one while she held it for me.
She kept me like that for half an hour. Then she cupped my pussy with her hand. I got aroused, but didn’t cum. She held it there until I said. “Don’t press your luck. My rings still work as good as yours do without Easy X.”
“Are you past it?”
“Yeah. I think so. I’m sorry. With the body mods I have, and the X that Roger shot into me, and then dancing and cumming on stage, by the time I saw you here, I lost it.
“I’m not going back there.”
“I wish you didn’t have to. It’s all my fault for getting you into this. But you’re under contract. Based on what you told me before, Roger Junior will ruin you.”
“He’ll shoot me up again, Rina. He’ll sneak up on me and inject me like he did tonight.”
“Can you talk to Rocco about it? He’s always been on your side.”
“Yes, but he can’t be there to protect me all night. He’s got a job to do. Besides, Junior is the majority partner.”
“You were out of control on stage, and even more so here.”
“I know. I remember at least that much.”
“I gotta say, though, those were the three sexiest dances I have EVER seen.”
“Gee … thanks a bunch.”
“Just sayin’. My friend Sophie got off every time you danced. Her hand went down her pants and it was like wham, bam, thank you ma’am. And she’s not all that quick to cum.”
“Plain old clit, huh?”
“Ha! Yeah. At least you can joke about it.”
“Not really. What am I gonna do?”
“Fist me again tomorrow night, I guess.”
“Now who’s making jokes?”
“Tell Roger to leave you alone, or else …”
“Or else what? Besides, I tried that.”
“Look, I’ve tried Easy X. I wasn’t crazy about it, but it wasn’t that bad. You used it a few times. Take the pill, instead.”
“He’s convinced I’ll spit out the pill when he isn’t looking. That’s why he shot me up.”
“Well, you gotta talk to him. You can’t be going crazy five nights a week.”
“I don’t wanna quit working there. I don’t want to lose the money, or end up being sued by that jerk. Most of all – and I almost hate to admit it – I like dancing there. I like the way the crowd responds to me at every performance. I like the power I have over them. When I’m on stage, I feel them eating out of my hand. Right now, I’ll admit it, to you at least. Rina, I’m an erotic dancer and I love being one. When that deathly sexy music begins to play, it takes me to the highest mountain and lays the world at my feet. What else is a blind girl gonna do to get that kind of a charge?”
“Then you gotta talk to Roger. Reach some kind of agreement. Avoid all the trouble. You still have a little more than a year to go.”
**********
I went to the Jolly Roger early on Saturday. I made my way to Roger’s office. The door was open.
“Roger?” I called out as I stood in the doorway.
“Yeah Alie, I’m here.” I went in, shut the door, and found the chair across from his desk. I sat down and tried to look where I thought he was.
“Roger, I can’t do the Easy X.”
“You’re doin’ it. It’ll get easier over time.”
“Roger, it puts me out of control. I practically beat up Rina when I got home last night because I was so high.”
“That would’ve been worth seein’.”
He was baiting me to cause a fight, but I wasn’t going to let him. “Look, I’ll do all the playing with myself you want, but no more Easy X.” I’d decided that was my fallback position. I hated the idea of doing that, it was so crude and embarrassing, but I was willing to, if I could then avoid the drug and legal problems and keep my job.
“Do you really wanna stand up there feeling yourself up in front of all those pervs in the audience?”
“Of course not. It’s embarrassing. I hate it.”
“That’s why you need the Easy X. Without it, your hating what you’re doin’ will show. You made a shitpot full o’ dough last night. So did I. We both want that to continue.”
“I can make it look real without being drugged.”
“No, you can’t. And even if I thought you might pull it off, I’m not takin’ the chance. You dance high.”
“No, Roger.”
“Yes Minx.”
He wasn’t giving me a thing here. I could walk, but I’d be in a world of hurt. He was rich and vindictive, and he could crush me financially. I needed to hang on for almost another thirteen months.
“Then let me take the pill.”
“Doesn’t work fast enough, or well enough, and I can’t trust that you won’t slip it out.”
“If I did that, and my dancing suffered as a result, you’d know. If it didn’t suffer, it wouldn’t matter.”
“No, I told ya. I’m not takin’ any chances. You shoot up.”
“Please Roger …”
He didn’t say anything for a couple minutes. I sat there, waiting. I could hear him breathing evenly. He wasn’t even upset. He was so confident; I wanted to hit him with something.
“Tell ya what,” he said finally. I’ll give you a slightly different cocktail tonight, and we’ll see how you do.”
“Cocktail?”
“Yeah. Last night, you and Patti Cakes got mostly Easy X with a little bit of somethin’ to keep you from getting too hyped up.”
“Well, it didn’t work.”
“Actually, it did work some while you were here. I think it wore off before the Easy X, so by the time you got home, you were out o’ control. I’ll mix a different blend tonight, a little less Easy X, some more euphoric downer.”
“For God’s sake, Roger, I’m no lab rat test animal!”
“Yeah, guess you’d know ‘bout that. I think I know what to do. Take it or leave it. If you leave it, you get what you got last night. Period. End of story.”
“What else is in there, Roger, besides Easy X?”
“Not much. I’m not paying big money for anything fancy like Oxy or crystal. It’s mostly Easy X.”
He wasn’t going to tell me. I couldn’t trust him, but I couldn’t do anything about it either. I didn’t want to be out-of-control like last night though. That was for certain. “Is this going to hook me?”
“How the hell would I know? You take what I give you, or I will fuck you over. And I don’t mean the pleasurable way.”
There was nothing pleasurable about the idea of being with Roger Junior. But I was stuck, until I came up with a better alternative. Maybe I could talk to Rocco, hire some personal muscle. But not tonight.
“Okay, let’s try something with less Easy X.”
“Done. I’ll come by when I have it ready. Now get outa here.”
I was sitting on a recliner in our little strippers’ lounge, listening to MP3s on my phone. It was still too e
arly for makeup. Pat wasn’t here yet anyway.
Patti was here already. I’d heard someone come in and she said, “Ithzz Pazzi.” Or something like that. She couldn’t talk right. Apparently Doctor Rifkin had done her tongue early this morning. I suppose it wasn’t healed yet, but it must have been partially healed from the hyperhealants the doctor used. She had five gold studs, one near the tip, and two others on both sides, maybe three quarters of an inch behind the middle one. She’d been crying.
“Do they hurt?” I asked.
“Uh yizzel.” I thought she’d said “a little,” but I wasn’t positive.
“How long before they heal?” She was still sobbing.
“Cupuh zayz.” Hmm … “a couple days,” I think. Her tongue was messed up big time.
“When can you take ‘em out so you can talk okay?”
“Nyevuh. Zayee puhmanyenz.” She said, “Never. They’re permanent.”
“Really?” I asked. This was one strange conversation.
“Yike puzzy wingz.” Wow, they were apparently installed with an inside wire connecting them so they couldn’t be removed without surgery - like my labia rings. Patti had the same hardware I did down there. I wondered if she’d be able to talk better in a few days.
I’d known girls with tongue studs. If they had only one, they could usually talk normally, except that they clicked once in a while. I’d known one girl with three. Her speech was always messed up some, but more understandable than Patti was. Chances were that Patti would be able to talk understandably, if distorted, when she healed, though I didn’t know what the wire within her tongue might do to it. I felt sorry for her, and even more pissed off at Junior.
That had been a while ago. Our conversation had ended when it became too much for poor Patti Cakes to talk at all. I heard the usual heavy breathing indicating Roger was nearby.
“I got your cocktail, Minx.” I don’t know why he used my stage name sometimes and my nickname other times. The guy was odd.
“I don’t want it.”
“Don’t start.” He held my upper arm and I felt the needle. “I’m surprised you don’t mainline it. You know, get me there quicker.”
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