by Don Ship
"What's going on?"
Jake whispered into her ear, "Welcome to the wonderful world of prostitution."
"Prosti…! I can't," Tanika said as the bartender unzipped and pulled out his hard cock. He pushed her knees wide and moved up between them, with all but no resistance from her. She gawked at his erect cock, swallowed hard and panted. "I'm a lawyer! A superior woman. My Goddess, I'm a prosecutor!"
"We ain't goin' to hold that against you, babe," the bartender sneered, then thrust deep into her twat. "Oh yeah. Sweet times a happening."
He sheathed himself inside her with a single, wet thrust. She felt her whole body jolt, tighten up.
"Uugh," Tanika grunted, her super shapely body sudden energized and hyper horny. "I'm ruined."
The bartender took all of three minutes. The next man took fifteen, and ripped six climaxes from her oversexed body. She spent all afternoon on that table, answering the yearnings of the scum of society. Fucking men she usual prosecuted, and some she had sent to prison.
Even at a mere twenty dollars a shot, Hank and Jake earned an even thousand off her five hours of "work." Then they dressed her back up as Tanika Grayson, Assistant DA, and took her to their corner in Sugar Town. Ashley was just finishing up her work day, and handed them a thick wad of bills. A sweet twenty-two hundred dollars.
"Damn, girl, you work hard for the money," Jake said, very pleased.
"I don't do anything half-ass, boys," Ashley said, her pride showing. "If I'm to be a hooker, then I'll be your best hooker."
"I like your attitude," Hank said. He glanced at Tammy, just returning from her first trick of the night. "Could you teach her and Tanika here?"
"Nope," Ashley said, and laughed. "You're either a winner, like me, or a loser."
"Oh, meow," Jake said, laughing.
"Toodles!" Ashley said, and slipped into her white Mercedes Benz and left.
"Tammy, got you a trainee," Hank said. "Tanika is one horny bitch, but you need to teach her the ropes."
So for the rest of the night Tanika worked with Tammy, giving the johns two hot babes for the price of one. Tanika had to do most of the fucking, of course, since she was the trainee, but Tammy ensured she got enough to keep her happy. The sex was the only thing that made her predicament endurable. Then, at the end of the night, the Biggs Brothers showed Tanika the videos they took of her walking the street, of soliciting johns, and of her accepting money for sex up in the room. Oh, of course, they had lots of video of her fucking her johns with cries of joy and lust.
Tanika Grayson, Assistant DA, agreed to work nights for the Biggs Brothers.
"Wahoo, Bro, we added another super hot Biggs Bimbo to the stable," Jake crowed, before he went home with Tammy and Hank took Tanika back to her apartment for lots of kinky sex.
* * * * *
"Hey, Bro!" Jake called.
Hank was in the back seat of their new Mercedes Benz. He was fucking their newest Biggs Bimbo — Gia Graham. Gia was the twenty-three year old trophy wife of one of Grimme City's oldest, richest men. She was a blonde, blue-eyed perky babe, and a former cheerleader on the local pro football team. She grew up very, very poor, but married very, very rich.
Unfortunately, Gia's eighty-eight year old husband couldn't quiet scratch her itch. So Hank got video of her fucking her chauffeur. Since she was terrified of losing everything, Gia fucked whomever Hank and Jake said and learned to turn tricks. She was an official whore now.
"Wait…one second…almost….aaaaahhhhh," Hank said, and sighed contentedly. He slapped Gia on her well rounded ass. "Get back to work, baby."
"Hank, did you read the editorial in the paper today?" Jake said, shaking the paper at him. "Did you?"
"You read the editorials?"
"Of course. I'm a business man now. A player."
"Bro, you're a pimp."
"Duh. Thanks for the update, Bro," he said. He shook the paper at Hank again. "That stuck up bitch Annette Moore is back atop her fucking soapbox. She's railing against Sugar Town's existence, and is especially hot to put prostitution out of business."
"So? Annette Moore is always yammering about pimps and whores, and Grimme City's reputation as the most decadent, morally deprived city in America," Hank said, shrugging. "People expect it, like the sun rising in the morning. Hell, the only person worse than her is that melon-titted Jennifer Jade." Hank paused, his face lighting up. "Hey, wouldn't it be fun to make Jennifer Jade a Biggs Bimbo? Oh yeah, talk about poetic justice, Bro."
"Gives me a boner just thinking about it," Jake said, staring off into space as erotic thoughts of Jennifer Jade's full red lips finally silenced by his cock shoved down her throat. He undressed her in his mind, then started fantasizing about butt fucking her until she screamed for more, more, more. And he knew she would, too. Oh yeah. But then he remembered Annette's editorial and fury filled him again. "Oh. Bro, the reason I mentioned the editorial is because Annette Moore mentioned us. By name."
Hank's eyes narrowed. "Really?"
"Yep, she said something like…'if the brainless thug Biggs Brothers can set up shop as pimps, and be driving Mercedes Benzes in less than a month, then it is too easy…,'" Jake said. "How you like them apples, Bro?"
"Don't like at all, Bro. That uptight bitch will only get those other holier-than-thou busy bodies crowing for our heads. Like Jennifer Jade. With Moore and Jade both yammering for our hides, then their super buddies, like Ms Patriot, Purple Avenger, and Silver Angel, will get their skimpy panties in a wad, and start hassling us," Hank said. "Plus, they'll put the screws to Vice, and we won't be able to buy our ways out of trouble."
"Yeah, if they team up like they did five years ago, then our asses are toast," Jake said.
"My thoughts exactly. Moore has to go down, and fast," Hank said. "But how do we get our claws into her sweet white ass?"
"Yeah, she's almost as squeaky clean as Jade," Jake said. "We need blackmail material on both of them. They would make mighty fine additions to the Biggs Bimbos stable of super fine whores."
"Then it's agreed. We take down Annette Moore first, then Jennifer Jade," Hank said, nodding as he rubbed his hands together. "I can't wait to sink my cock into their sweet round asses."
"Now for the problem. How do we lure Annette into a trap, or into a situation we can video tape and use to blackmail her?" Jake said. "That's the trouble with these holier-than-thou types. They don't do anything illegal to use against them."
Hank smiled wickedly. "What does Annette Moore want more than anything else?"
"Easy. She wants her daughter back," Jake said, and grinned. Autumn Moore was one of five high society beauties captured by white slavers. She was out clubbing with Paula Parsons, Jennifer Jade's ward, and another girl. They were lured into an alley, and never seen again. When Purple Avenger captured the slavers two weeks later, they confessed to selling them, but they refused to ever tell who they sold them to. "She'd give her left tit to get her daughter back."
"Exactly, Bro. We give her what she wants," Hank said.
"But we don't have Autumn Moore," Jake said.
"She don't know that," he said, and laughed.
They worked up a plan, laughing all the while. So just after ten that morning, Annette Moore received an anonymous call in her sprawling downtown office. She was simply told that if she wanted to find her daughter, go to the Crazy Sexxxy Cabaret.
"Jill, cancel all of my appointments for the rest of the day," Annette said as she strode past her secretary ten seconds later.
I knew Autumn was still in the city! Annette thought, her mind whirling with excitement, dread, rage. Someone would pay dearly for holding her precious daughter as a sex slave. Someone will be very sorry when this day is over!
Ten minutes later Annette pulled up to the Crazy Sexxy Cabaret at the edge of Sugar Town. Like most "titty bars" in Sugar Town, the club ran a brothel in the rooms above it. In this case, three stories of rooms. She guessed twenty very small rooms per floor. A lot of girls forced into deb
auchery. Annette would save them all.
The gorgeous blonde heiress paused at the door and looked both ways. The sign on the door said CLOSED. Hours posted were 11 A.M to 4 A.M. It was just 10:15 A.M. so she smiled. No witnesses. Even better. She tested the door, and it was unlocked.
"Fools," she muttered.
She knew she was expected. Or, she thought the anonymous caller would be there to direct her to her daughter. There was the possibility that Autumn was somewhere else, and the informant didn't want Autumn's pimp knowing who ratted him out. So once she stepped inside, she smoothed out the white silk blouse and black skirt and strode confidently into the main parlor. Her black stiletto pumps clacked loudly on the tile floor in the almost empty room. A single man sat at a table beside a small stage with a bronze stripper pole. It was the only stage currently lit up.
"Hello, sir, I'm Annette. I'm looking for a young woman, about eighteen, blonde, blue eyes, very perky."
"I know who you are, and who you're looking for, Ms Moore," he said.
Annette stepped closer, and recognized him as a paid snitch. As Silver Angel, she'd used him a few times. He did it for the money, so she knew he'd exact a high price for the information she needed. It was now very unlikely Autumn would be at Crazy Sexxy.
"How much do you want, Ebenezer?"
Ebenezer Shiner was an eight-two year old reprobate. He was about six foot six, but rail thin, with a silver fringe around his skull. His gray eyes were watery, and his huge hawk nose was covered in broken blood vessel. His thin, boney hands laid atop the table, covered in liver spots. He was a former pimp, and probably the owner of that titty bar. She scowled down at him.
"You need an attitude adjustment, girlie," Ebenezer sneered. "Even those arrogant, stuck up super heroines know better than to disrespect ole Ebenezer. If they want to get any good info, that is."
"Sorry. Where can I find my daughter?"
"Sorry, I don't know."
He looked away as if he'd already forgotten she was in the room. Annette felt a second of panic. If he refused to tell her where Autumn was, she might never find her daughter. Then Ebenezer snapped his fingers and a pair of strippers strutted out from a side door — brunette and redhead. They were dressed exactly alike in black leather thongs, thigh boots, and slave collars.
"You called me up here to tell me."
"You killed any desire I felt to help," he said, waving her away.
Annette really panicked. This couldn't be happening. Had she just ruined her only chance to save her daughter from vile white slavery? No, she wouldn't allow it to end like that.
"I'm really, really sorry, Ebenezer," Annette said beseechingly. He turned his face away. "Please forgive me."
He motioned to the two strippers, who smiled smugly and went to stand on either side of the beautiful multi-millionaire. She glanced at them warily. This was not going like she thought it would.
"Really? You're sorry?" he said
"Yes. Very much so," she said. "I'm just so upset about my missing daughter. I'm so desperate to find her."
"Desperate, huh?"
"Yes. Very much so," she said.
"So, what would you do to learn her whereabouts?"
The strippers moved a bit closer. Annette felt her throat tightening, butterflies rioting deep in her belly. Heat infused her tall, statuesque body. No, not going well at all.
"I am very rich," Annette said. Each of the strippers took hold of a wrist, pulling her arms out. Nothing forced. She didn't resist. "I'm prepared to write a really big check right now, Ebenezer."
"I didn't ask what you would pay. I asked you what you would do," Ebenezer said, leering up at her.
"Have you ever pole danced?" the redhead said, as the brunette snickered.
"No!"
"Good," Ebenezer said. "Do it."
"But — "
"Now," he said, giving her a determined, rather unfriendly look. "Or leave."
"Oh," Annette gasped as the strippers started tugging her arms backwards, forcing her to backup towards the small stage with the stripper pole. "Wait! I'm better than this. I'm a superior woman of the Twenty-First Century, not some two-bit slut to be abused and ogled as she dances naked."
"Have you considered what Autumn is doing right this moment?" Ebenezer asked. He smiled cruelly. "You really don't want to know either. Dance. Make it sexy, babe."
The strippers turned her around. Annette found herself facing the stage, face to face with the stripper pole. She swallowed hard, trying to loosen her suddenly painfully tight throat.
I've faced mobsters hell bent on killing me, armed with automatic weapons, Annette thought. She took a deep breath. This is nothing compared to that. A little humiliation. What's that? And who will ever know? No one important.
"Ok, I'll play your stupid little game," Annette said.
The strippers smiled wickedly as they helped her up onto the stage. Wild, wicked music started almost immediately. Annette scowled at Ebenezer, silently vowing to exact her pound of flesh for this outrage. He would get his little show, but she would have the last laugh. So, with one hand on the pole, she started prancing around it.
Annette lived a wild and wicked lifestyle before she became a super heroine. This wasn't her first time pole dancing. So she channeled her long dormant, wicked inner self and plastered a big smile on her face and put on the best show she could deliver.
"Clothes," the brunette stripper said.
"Bitch," Annette whispered, but started to unbutton her blouse.
Seconds later the $1500.00 white silk blouse fell at Ebenezer's feet. That was quickly followed by her black skirt, leaving the filthy rich media mogul stripped to black lacy bra and panties, with matching garter belt and hose. Her five inch stiletto fuck me pumps clicked and clattered as she danced, pranced, and strutted around that brass pole.
The song changed, to an all too familiar Sheena Easton song she recalled from her misspent childhood. Annette grimaced.
"Strut, pout, and PUT IT OUT, baby," Ebenezer crowed with lusty glee.
"Yeah, that's all you want from women," Annette whispered, but kept the bright smile on her face and never missed a step.
"Bra!" the redhead commanded.
Annette reached back and unfastened the lacy black bra, then pulled it off. Ebenezer gasped and gawked a long second, soaking in the sight of her perfect, monster tits. They dropped a few inches, jostled by her dancing. Ebenezer was mesmerized by those twin bouncing beauties, until her bra smacked him in the face. He caught the bra, pressed it to his face and inhaled deeply of her expensive perfume.
The super gorgeous millionaire babe then removed her lacy panties, and tossed them to Ebenezer, and he sniffed them deeply as well. He noticed her panties' crotch was soaked with her needs and desires, and she felt her face flare up. He muttered something to his pet strippers, and they strutted over to Annette and each took a hand again.
Annette was pulled off the stage, and led straight to Ebenezer. She was stopped three paces in front of him, and then the strippers started dancing, circling her, their hands roaming all over her statuesque body. She'd thought the dancing and erotic situation had her horny, but feeling those soft, feminine hands all over her overheated, tingling body was too much to bear.
The butterflies in her belly slowly burned away, to be replaced by intense desire and dark needs. Annette thought she'd successfully suppressed such needs and desires years ago, squashed them into the darkest corners of her psyche, never to be seen or felt again. But Ebenezer and his stripper sluts were awakening them, and it scared her.
"Haven't you had enough fun at my expense?" Annette rasped out, her throat too tight to speak properly.
"Never," Ebenezer said. "Stuck up society bitches like you need to be put in your place every now and then. All that power goes to your pretty little heads." He paused to stare lecherously as the redhead's right hand reached down and started massaging Annette's glistening wet pussy. Annette's back arched, eyes closed, full red lips p
arted slightly and she rose up on her tip toes. And she moaned long and low. "That's it. Show her, girls."
Dammit! Taking too long. Their getting me aroused, and I can't have that. I do very wicked…when…no, can't go there, Annette thought. I should've came here as Silver Angel. She noticed his bulging crotch, and knew it wouldn't be long. It's inevitable, so let's get it over with.
"So wrong," Annette groaned low, barely discernable. Her head rolled back and she cupped her own boobs, giving them a firm squeeze before tugging on her rock hard nipples. "So good…Mmmmmmmm…so good."
Ebenezer's heart pounded as hard as Annette's as the redhead took the stuck up mogul's sweet red lips in a passionate kiss, both groaning low and wantonly. At the same time, the brunette sucked in a hyper sensitive nipple and began sucking and nibbling on it. His hard-on was way more than painful as he watched one of his most beloved sex fantasies come true.
And it was about to get much better.
The ancient husk of a man watched as Annette writhed, moaning and groaning, as two of his favorite girls worked her over in lesbian perfection. Soon, the brunette's fingers found her ass, and pushed up deep inside, while the redhead's glistening wet fingers rubbed her into a frenzy. In less than a minute Annette was panting through her nose, her belly visibly quivering, her huge melons jostling sexily.
"Oh…my…..Uuuugggghhhhh!" Annette cried, overwhelmed by a climax that burst within her almost without warning. "Please. Oh, please…have…mercy…you have…to stop….uuuggghhh….stop before…before…before you…tame me."
"Oh, I want tamed," Ebenezer crowed. "Tame her, my baby girls!"
The brunette dropped to her knees, moved up between Annette's wide spread legs and pushed the redhead's hand out of the way. The twenty year old beauty buried her face in Annette's fragrant snatch, lapping up her love juices eagerly, driving the beautiful blonde wild. Annette's belly began to quiver and quake like crazy. She gasped and groaned, thrust her hips forward and ground it into the brunette's mouth. Then the redhead reached back and raked long red nails across the beautiful businesswoman's sweet round butt cheeks.