Very Bad Girls

by Lauren Chase

  “Hey guys, check this out.” He called out. The other four staff members wandered over and the bartender chuckled.

  “Oh I remember this one. It was her birthday.” He chuckled, and reached down to run a hand down her creamy bare thigh. The girl stirred slightly but didn’t wake. The guys all pressed closer, reaching out to tough the sleeping girl, running callused fingers over her silky skin, tracing the edges of her tiny panties and bra. Leah’s eyes fluttered open and she jerked back from their reaching hands.

  “Wha-what’s going on?” she whimpered, words still slurred. She hadn’t slept long enough to even be to the hang over part of it yet, her system still saturated with enough alcohol to make her head buzz. Leah stared at the men around her, frightened but also painfully aroused by how their eyes watched her body hungrily. It made her feel so sexy and desired, wanted.

  “Just waking you up. The club’s closed.” The one she recognized as the bartender told her. She started to sit up, taking his hand gratefully when he offered it to help her up. He didn’t let go of her hand once she was standing though, instead pulling her against his body, his other hand sliding down the smooth curve of her back and sneaking under the edge of her panties to squeeze one of her ass cheeks. “But we’d be happy to let you hang around after hours. We all caught your show and we’d love to see more. Wouldn’t we?”

  The guys around nodded and made noises of agreement, crowding around to rub their hands over her skin. She shivered and blushed, the rose color spreading from her cheeks down her slim neck and over her softly curving shoulders. She nodded slowly, unwilling to meet their eyes but feeling dampness in the crotch of her panties. It was so dark, so forbidden—good girls didn’t hang out with boys like this, and want them to do things to her body. Her nerves made it all the more exciting. Besides, it was just a little fun. Nothing serious.

  The bartender smiled and lifted her up, laughing when she squeaked with fear. He set her on the table and the staff members sprawled in the booth or pulled stools over from the bar so they could watch comfortably. The DJ walked over to turn on music, letting the heavy beats fill the room, somehow huge now where it had been so crowded during the night. Still the beat soothed her and she closed her eyes, taking a deep breath to steady herself. Despite the alcohol she felt surprisingly balanced teetering on her mile-high stiletto heels. She let her body sway and gyrate to the music, natural ability and training taking over.

  Her hands ran over her body as she began to get into it, though she didn’t have a pole to show off on. Leah opened her eyes, sultry now instead of scared as she ran her hot gaze over each man, watching his eyes darken with lust in return. They all wanted her, and it thrilled her, sending shivers of delight up her spine. The way they were sitting meant they were all looking up at her from about knee level, and she knew as she moved they had a perfect view of the darkening spot on the crotch of her panties caused by her excitement.

  The beat of the music moved her body sensual as she slowly reached back to unhook her bra, letting the straps slide down her arms, the cups falling away from her full breasts with their soft, pink nipples hardening quickly in the cool air. Flicking it with a soft laugh at one of the spectators, her heels clicked firmly against the wood of the table as she spread her legs, keeping her knees as she leaned down. Her hair fell in a curtain around her, and between her knees she could see the bartender straightening up from his languid sprawl, eyes slowly roving up her pale legs.

  She waited there, offering herself, until his hands reached up. She shivered under the touch. His callused fingers started gently at her ankles, exploring the shape of them, and then slowly gliding up her calves with increasingly firm pressure. She gasps as his hot breath brushed her thigh and his lips pressed against her skin as his hands settled with a strong grip just above her knees. Leah stayed where she was, her palms pressed against the table for balance as she watched him lick and kiss his way up her inner thighs, taking his time before he lifted his hands to her hips and slowly rolled her panties down her legs. His tongue swiped a line along her damp lips and her legs trembled with the sensation. This was so much further than she'd planned to take things but something in her loved it and she couldn't – wouldn't tell him to stop.

  Leah tried to lock her knees as they threatened to buckle beneath her, but she couldn’t stop the shaking that seemed to have taken over her body, twitching a little more with each sensual taste he took. She leaned her hips back towards him as his tongue dove deep into her folds driving a moan from her throat. He pulled back and she felt his hand leave her skin, suddenly cold without contact. Collecting herself she straightened up, flicking her hair back and slowly stepping out of her panties where they’d been left pooled around her ankles, standing nude except for her stiletto heels.

  Suddenly unsure of what to do she hesitated, wondering what she was doing standing naked on a table in front of a bunch of strange men. Then her blue eyes met each of theirs, read the lust and want in them, and a rush of fear went through her body. All she'd wanted was to feel beautiful and desirable, but this was too much. In the eyes of every man in the room was purpose and intention. She saw how they wanted to devour her, take her how they wanted. It was way too late to call an end to things but maybe they could be placated with a little sweetness. Leah forced her lips to curl up in a smile and pushed down the panic building inside her. Stepping carefully over to the edge of the table she reached out, taking their hands to help her down, a soft sigh escaping her as their hands swept over her body, grabbing and rubbing.

  One reached for her breast, and she let her head fall back with a moan, tangling her hand in his short dark hair. He suckled and swirled his tongue around the aching hard nub. Her back arched as one of the other staff members bent his head to her other breast. She murmured encouragement as she pressed her soft breasts into their mouths. Rough hands smacked her as and she squealed, unable to jump away because of the press of bodies around her. The beat of the music still throbbed through the air, and her cunt was so wet that she could feel the moisture starting to seep down her legs, slicking her inner thighs with evidence of her own dark lust.

  Someone moved up behind her, fisting a hand in Leah’s hair and dragging her head back so she gasped and mewled pitifully at the harsh handling, eyes closed as his lips and teeth worked their way down her neck and across the curve of her shoulder, leaving angry red marks on her pale skin. Her legs were knocked apart so she was barely balanced, and she felt hands on her thighs again. With her head held back she couldn’t see what was going on, but she though one of them was sitting or kneeling between her legs, and her thoughts were soon confirmed when his tongue invaded her dripping pussy, causing her to cry out with pleasure.

  He continued to eat her out, his tongue delving deep into her and drawing new noises from her with every breath. She was barely aware of the sounds of zippers being pulled down and fabric rustling until she was suddenly confronted by throbbing flesh rubbing against her skin, so hot she could barely stand it. The hand in her hair guided her roughly down to her knees and she whimpered when her cunt was suddenly unattended. Her brain was screaming for her to run but her wanton, slutty body was begging for more. Her pussy throbbed with need.

  Leah didn’t have to wait long though as she was shoved onto all fours. Instead of a tongue, this time fingers slid into her eager dripping cunt. She moaned and pressed back against the invaders, then shrieked with pleasures as a thumb brushed over her clit, rubbing the sensitive organ in rough circles that had her twitching and trembling in moments.

  Her body shuddered and her cunt gushed juices as her channel clenched around the fingers pressing in her. Even as she rode out the blissful sensations of orgasm a hand roughly grabbed her jaw, squeezing until her mouth opened and he could shove his pulsating dick between her lips. She sucked it in eagerly, wrapping her lips around his shaft and letting her tongue play over every ripple and fold. One of her hands lifted to cup his sac, gently rolling the testicles between her fingers.
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  More fingers joined the ones already in her cunt and she moaned around the cock shoved down her throat at the burning, stretching sensation of being too full. They fucked her roughly for a few minutes then pulled out, trailing over the sensitive skin between her legs. She didn’t pay much attention to it except to whimper at the sudden easing of the feeling between her legs though she was still being thoroughly finger fucked. It wasn’t until she felt the fingers, still slick from her own sex juices, pressing into her tight pucker did she realize that they intended to use and abuse every one of her orifices.

  The fingers in her ass slid in slowly, first one and then two, pumping in and out of her tight ring, barely slick enough to ease the friction as they stretched her. Leah groaned and the man in front of her fisted his hands in her hair, pulling her onto his cock until he was deep down her throat, her nose buried in his coarse pubic hair as he pumped a load of creamy semen into her stomach. She drank it down eagerly, though really she had no choice except to swallow or choke. A third finger was added to her ass and she cried out as the softening dick was pulled out of her throat, freeing her to scream and moan.

  Though she had fantasized and dreamt about it, even when she was playing with herself Leah had never had the nerve to try anal. It just seemed so dirty, not something that girls were supposed to enjoy. But then, Leah wanted a lot of things that good girls weren’t supposed to want. With these men she knew she would get what she wanted. The idea of her left broken and exhausted, skin and hair covered in their cum, holes left gaping and empty, sent a shudder through her body and made her buck back against the hands thrusting in and out of the entrances between her legs.

  Another thick cock was shoved between her lips, gagging the whine of disappointment she made as the fingers were withdrawn from her lower entrances. Her knees were shoved wider apart as someone shimmied beneath her, their mouth hot on her breasts and their hands suddenly seizing her hips, driving her dripping pussy down their stiff rod until she was full impaled. She felt the heat of another body behind her skin brushing her back as he leaned over her and thrust his cock into her ass, barely lubed by her own juice and his pre.

  Then they were thrusting in and out of her, not in any kind of accordance. The one under her humped up into her, driving his cock as fast and hard as he could in until he was continually scraping and rubbing the back of her. The man pounding her ass thrust deep and steadily, not as fast but so hard she swore she could practically feel him in her stomach as his thrusts rocked her forward, pushing the cock in her mouth farther down her throat and grinding her clit against the base of the dick in her cunt. They stretched her so full she could hardly think, and she could certainly hardly breathe around the meat in her mouth.

  The sheer dirtiness of what she was doing was enough to make her moan and twitch, body clenching almost painfully around the hot, throbbing shafts pounding her ass and pussy. There was a groan from below her and the man gave another few short, hard thrusts that battered her cervix before unleashing his seed, painting her inner walls with his hot cream. His mouth was tight on her breast, his teeth grazing over her nipple. His hand grabbed her other breast, squeezing almost painfully and kneading the soft flesh. He pinched and pulled her nipple until it was so hard it ached, and the soft pink skin had turned a darker red from the abuse.

  The grip of the man behind her tightened on her hips, pulling her back hard against him as he came with a groan inside her, his seed soothing to her friction rubbed passage, lubricating the way for the next to come. He pulled out of her as the cock in her mouth dumped another load down her eager throat before pushing her away. The violence of the motion rolled her off the man beneath her and onto her back, limbs sprawled out and her eyes barely open as she shivered, suddenly vacated and eager to know what they would do to her next.

  Leah stared up at them, slowly coming back to her sense. Even as coherent thought returned, it didn’t quiet the fire that burned for them. She wanted to be taken, and frustration slowly began to grow in her as their attention began to wander and they started to pull their pants back up, talking amongst themselves. Anger flared and she pushed herself to her feet, staggering slightly. The movement caught their attention.

  “Is that it? Is that all you’ve got?” she scoffed, shaking her hair back. “You need to pop some Viagra or something; I’ve known teenage boys who’ve last longer.” She snorted and leaned over to pick her underwear up off the booth where she had dropped it. Before her fingers could close on the scrap of flimsy fabric, she was hauled back by the hair, startling a cry from her lips as she lost her balance, falling on her ass in the midst of the group.

  “Shut up, fucking bitch. Damn, you really are a slut,” the DJ spat as he rolled her onto her stomach and pressed his boot between her shoulder blades, pinning her to the ground hard enough to make her gasp for breath. She struggled, squirming against the cold cement floor of the club. His hand still in her hair hauled her head up painfully. One of the other staff members got on his knees in front of her. His hand landed a hard smack across her face, then back until she whimpered, unable to even turn her head from the blow because of the grip in her hair. Then he shoved his half hard cock into her mouth again. One of his hands gripped her jaw painfully tight; the other hand pinched her nose closed so she struggled to breath around his quickly swelling meat, gasping every time he pulled out enough to leave her throat clear.

  “Get busy,” one of the other men snapped as he grabbed her hand and knelt down beside her, tugging her arm up at a painful angle until she wrapped her hand around his rod. Someone else knelt on the other side and she pumped her hands slowly and down their shafts, feeling the silky skin over the iron hardness beneath as they swelled and twitched in her grip. The bartender knocked her knees apart, again taking advantage of her wide open ass as he shoved himself in with a grunt.

  Above them all, the DJ slowly stroked his cock, watching his friends take advantage of her. She felt powerless and abused, objectified. It sent a hard shudder through her body, a whimper escaping her around the thick meat in her mouth as another orgasm swept over her suddenly. The pounding in her ass kept her on that high, riding wave after wave of pleasure as she shuddered and her muscles clenched tightly, dragging at the cock inside her and striving to keep it in though he roughly dragged himself out, only to thrust hard back in again with a groan.

  Leah swore she could feel every rough detail, the hard ridge of her head rubbing against her inner walls, the veins throbbing and pulsing nearly in time to her own desperate heartbeat. She began to feel light headed, her lungs burning from a lack of air. The fire started in her lungs, but it seemed to spread through her whole body, combining with the heat of the orgasm so that she tingled all over like her skin was covered in electricity.

  Cum flooded her throat and ass, splattered over her hands, arms, and shoulders. The boot on her back pressed down hard, squeezing the last gasps of air from her lungs. The DJ groaned as he shot his load all over her hair and back. Her vision blurred and darkened around the edges as she basked in the last hard orgasmic waves that washed over her as they pressed deep into her, emptying the last of their cream down her eager milking throat and ass. They pulled free of her and she gasped deeply, feeling sweet air rush into her lungs again before she was crushed down into the hard cement floor as the DJ knelt on her back, his hard hands clamping over her mouth and nose.

  “I didn’t give you permission to breathe, slut,” he growled in her ear. She gave a faint, muffled sound low in her throat but could bring her tingling body to resist. She felt her head swimming until she couldn’t not struggle, twitching and shaking in his grip. He was merciless though, dominating her body and refusing to give in to her desperate mewls and steadily weakening struggles. Finally she slipped into the darkness of unconsciousness.

  She couldn’t have been unconscious for more than a few minutes. As she woke, Leah became aware of a sharp tug at her wrists and the rough rub of some kind of rope. She shifted a little, tugging at her bo
nds until a harsh slap on her abused as made her jump and whine. The cold, wet tip of something scrawled across his skin and she shudder. She shook her hair out of her eyes as she peered over her shoulder, still flat on her stomach on the ground.

  In the mirrored wall, she could see one of the staff members stepping back, having tied her hands to the pole in the corner of the dance floor where her little show had started. Another man crouched over her with something in his hand, writing on her skin. As he stepped away, she felt a hot flush burning her cheeks and saw it turn her skin bright red in the reflection. In bold, black letters things like “free ride” and “bitch” were written all across her butt, back, and legs. She wiggled, the air cold on her skin after the heat of bodies pressed around her. Goosebumps were rippling across her flesh.

  She found that she could shimmy her bound hands up the pole she was tied to and she slowly got to her knees, working her hands up until they were high enough that she could stand. She bit back a groan from the soreness that seemed to be in every part of her body. There was no clock in the club so she softly called out to the staff members who were finishing wiping up the mess they’d made, cleaning up the club for the next night.

  “What time is it?”

  The bartender glanced at his watch and laughed. “Does it matter? You’re not going anywhere until we let you,” he sneered, tossing his cum-stained rag into her face. She shook it off, teetering precariously in the heels she’d never taken off. She couldn’t see where her clothes and underwear had gone. Fear started to creep into her gut. Indulging in her little dark fantasy wasn’t supposed to go this far. Her mind wandered a little, following some trail of thought of what this could turn into. Left here while the club staff went home, here when the rest of the staff came in. Vulnerable and exposed, the markings on her skin letting everyone know what she really was like.