Rough Erotica

by Lexi Lovelost

  Natasha stared at the piece of paper the she was handed and then at the woman walking out of the dorm room. Where would she get that kind of money in a week? Her evening shift at the pizza place was hardly minimum wage, and she had other things to pay for, like her food and phone bill. Dammit, if only she hadn’t gone and blown most of her money at the Casino. But what could she do, her compulsive nature to play games of chance had more often than not got her into such tight jams. Eighteen hundred dollars in a week, now that would be a long shot even for a stripper. She blushed scarlet at the thought. She wouldn’t have it in her to get naked in front of all those drunk and leering men. But then the idea had often thawed over in the back of her mind, especially when her own roommate was doing it. A couple hundred bucks an hour over the weekends was not all that bad now, was it?

  She sat down on the bed, sighing deeply. Majoring in psychology had been her dream all through high school, and while her friends were out on dates over the weekends, Natasha often stayed in studying to make the grade for college. She had her life planned out even back then, each step of the way. But what she didn’t count on was her addiction to the world of gaming and chance. How that happened, when it all began, was a vague memory and what she was now left with was a compulsive drive to gamble away almost any money she could get her hands on.

  “I know that it’s bad.” She had often said to herself in moments like this. “But oh, it’s so much fun, the thrill of it all… the anticipation of hitting the jackpot. Oh, why do things that are so much fun always be so bad for you?”

  “That’s because you never know where to draw the line, Nat.” The familiar voice of Doreen, her roommate, made her jump.

  “You’re back so soon?” She asked the tall redhead and wiped away a tear. “How’d it go?”

  “Not too good, babe.” Doreen Kassel shook her head and narrowed her emerald green eyes. “It’s a slow week, something to do with the dip in the stock markets… nothing much going on at the club.”

  “Still, you’re taking a big bloody risk, Dor.” Natasha eyed her roommate and exhaled deeply. The redhead was a year older and had a body to kill for. She would do anything to have that sexy build, those full pert breasts, flaring hips, bubble butt and forever long legs. “If they find out you’re working as a stripper in a private nightclub, you’ll be booted out of here.”

  “Like hell they will…” Doreen shot back. “Find out, I mean. And you’re taking as much risk as I am, Nat… at those seedy casinos.”

  “Yeah, you’re right.” She turned away and sighed. “At least you’re earning some money… and all I’m doing is pissing it away.”

  “Is it about the rent?” Doreen touched her on the arm. “I saw Jen Flanders walking away… how much is it? Maybe I can lend you some…”

  “Eighteen hundred, Dor.” Natasha smiled sheepishly at her roommate. “And I have only this week to pay it.”

  “Crap!” Doreen pursed her lips. “Not enough time to make that kind of moolah, especially with the low turnouts at the club this month.”

  “You don’t have to worry about it, Dor.” Natasha put a hand on the redhead’s shoulder. “I’ll just move out and find some place cheaper than this one.”

  “Fuck, girl!” Doreen shook her head vigorously. “You’re not going anywhere. I’m going to find something or the other for you.”

  “I hope it’s not what you do.”

  “It’s the only prayer you got, kid.” Doreen gave her a smirk. “And it’s better than all that gambling you do. In my line of work, you know what you’re getting from the get go, there’s no waiting for the spinning wheels and loaded dice to decide your fate.”

  “Oh, all right!” Natasha cried out in exasperation. “I buried myself in this bloody hole; I can just as well crawl out of this mess.”

  “Attagirl.” Her roommate clapped her on the back “Get yourself dolled up, babe. We’re going dancing.”

  “What, already?” Natasha brown eyes went wide.

  “Yeah, Francois is at the club right now… if you impress him, he’ll have you on from tomorrow. It’s a hundred an hour, baby, for noobs. Three hours a day and you’ll make the rent and more.”

  “But wait…” Natasha’s eyes went wide. “What do you mean by impress him… do I have to do anything… er… indecent.”

  “Good heavens, girl.” Doreen laughed out loud. “You’re going to dance naked on a table for horny men… if that isn’t indecent enough…”

  “No, I mean… do I have to impress this Francois in any… um, special way.”

  “No, not ol’ Fran. He’ll assess your dancing ability… that’s all.” Her roommate grinned and handed her what looked like two pieces of candy wrappers.

  “Well, I did do a lot of contemporary dance routines in high school.” Natasha took the micro-underwear and stared at them in wonder.

  “Great!” Doreen exulted and grabbed her arm. “Now get into those skimpies, and wear your tightest pair of jeans and a cute little top and sit down here.”

  Natasha managed to get herself into what Doreen wanted and sat down before the dressing table. Her vivacious roommate quickly did her hair for her, tying her long brown tresses into a loose but sexy topknot. Then came the make-up, a bit gaudy and loud for Natasha, but she loved the way her eyes came alive with full black mascara and eye shadow, and her full lips in hot cherry red. Doreen did her fingernails and toenails next in the same hot cherry red nail polish.

  “There you’re all set. Let’s go.” The redhead said with a whoop.

  An hour later, Natasha found herself standing inside a nightclub in the heart of the city. She had heard of the place, but she had no idea it also had a little strip joint in the basement under the regular dance floor. She felt uncomfortable and excited at the same time to be there, as she stood alone beside the circular stage. About a hundred seats were arranged in the room, in concentric circles around the stage, and she realized that those seats would be filled with drunk and lusty men watching her dance and strip. A chill ran down her spine, even as a pleasant warmth tingled between her thighs at that thought.

  “Ah, so that is your friend.” She heard a deep male voice sound from the left.

  “Yes, Fran… this is my roommate, Natasha.” Doreen’s cheery voice answered the man. “Isn’t she just adorable?”

  “Indeed, she is.” Natasha stared wide eyed at the tall, slender man in a sharp business suit walking up to her. “Good evening, my dear. I am Francois Lauran, and I do believe I like what I see.”

  “G-good evening, Mister Lauran.” She managed to stutter, feeling a blush coming on. “Thank you for…”

  “Ah, please.” Lauran smiled widely at her. “Call me Fran.”

  “He’s the coolest, Nat.” Doreen slipped an arm around her waist, “And he’s agreed to start you off in the private circles, for two-fifty a session… provided you pass the test.”

  “Uh… test?” She looked at the two of them and a strange tingle of excitement mingled with fear rushed through her.

  “Yes.” Lauran nodded his head. “You will entertain two of my very regular private clients this evening. If they have a good time, I’ll hire you for a three days a week on private gigs, two fifty each gig.”

  “You won’t get a sweeter deal than this, baby.” Doreen winked at her. “It beats dancing on stage before a few dozen drunks.”

  “It sure sounds cool.” Natasha had to agree. “Have you done this, Dor?”

  “Oh, no!” Her roommate gave her a wicked smile. “I like dancing before a crowd… I’m a party girl.”

  “And I suppose I’m a private dancer then.” Natasha felt a furious blush coming on.

  “Do well this evening, my dear, and you and I can both be happy.” Lauran grinned and handed them a note with a location marked on it.

  “You bet she will, Fran.” Doreen took the note and grabbed Natasha by the arm. “She’s a natural.”

  “I am?” She looked at her roommate in wonder as the taller girl dragged
her out of the strip joint and to the parking area.

  “You are, babe.” Doreen told her and got into the car. “And these guys you’re going to work on tonight, they’re Fran’s best clients… if they give you the green signal, you’ll be all set.”

  “Uh… so, I’m just going to dance and strip for them.” Natasha felt a lump in her throat.

  “Yeah.” Doreen grinned as she pulled out of the parking area. “And a few more things, if they’d like you to do for them.”

  “What kind of things?”

  “Like a lap dance or a tug job.”

  “What?” Natasha’s eyes popped wide.

  “It’s no biggie, babe… we do it all the time in the club too, for a few extra bucks.”

  “But, Dor… but I’ve never done…”

  “You’ve never danced naked in front of men before either.” Her roommate gave her a wicked grin. “So why not slap on some relish and pickle with the burgers you’ll be dishing out.”

  “But, Doreen… these men are going to want me to touch their… their things.”

  “Yeah, they sure will, baby.” Doreen licked her lips seductively. “And that’s not too bad; you can make an extra hundred on each tug job. Trust me, these guys are loaded and it won’t hurt to make them happy.”

  “Oh, gosh!” Natasha’s ears felt like they were on fire. “I mean, I’ve never seen a man’s thing… I’ve never had a boyfriend.”

  “All that’s going to change from tonight, sweetheart.” Doreen nodded her head in a rocking motion. “And you’ll be getting rich on the side.”

  “But… I’ll be selling my body; I’ll be just like some…”

  “A what?” The redhead sneered. “Say it… a whore. Well, then, you can always go back home and lose out on having a life of your own.”

  “No, I… I didn’t mean it that way.” Natasha blushed furiously. “Shucks, I’ve never done this before… I mean, I’ve… oh, god!”

  “There’s the place.” Doreen drove up to the gates of a rather large and affluent looking villa. “Tell me now, babe. You doing this or you want me to turn the car around and take you home.”

  “I… aw, fuck!” Natasha ran her hand across her mouth nervously. “Yes, I’m doing this.”

  “Attagirl!” Her roommate cheered and handed her what looked like cough drops in a plastic pack. “Here, take this and get a move on.”

  “What?” Natasha took the packet and stared wide eyed at Doreen. “You’re not coming with me?”

  “This is your gig, kid.” Doreen said and opened the car door for her. “Knock yourself out.”

  “Um… er, yeah, sure.” Natasha stepped out of the car and took a few steps toward the front gate of the lavish villa.

  Doreen waved her goodbye and turned the car around as Natasha bit her lower lip and watched her roommate leave. With her heart thumping hard against her breast, she walked up to the gate and pulled the lever for the bell. She heard a dog barking and felt a shiver run down her back. Half a mind to turn back and run, Natasha wrung her hands and fidgeted as she waited. Two minutes passed before a portly man appeared at the front door of the villa. He waved at her and she waved back. He nodded and did something and the gate unlocked and moved back about a foot. Gingerly, she stepped inside and began walking down the pathway toward the man at the front door. The dog’s barking grew louder as she got closer with a prayer on her lips.

  “Are you from the club?” The man asked her as she reached the front door.

  She nodded and looked up at him. He was older than she had expected, maybe past mid forty and had a head full of grey to white hair, thinning at the front. His face was not that old though, sort of plump and cheery looking. If he was the client, it made her a little comfortable. He wasn’t all that tall, about medium height and slightly overweight. He had a bright friendly smile on his face at her acknowledging his query and he held out his hand to her.

  Natasha took his hand as he led up through the doors and then closed it. She stood beside him as he locked the door, feeling frightened and excited all at the same time.

  “Welcome to my humble home. I am Jerome.” His wide face bore an even wider smile. “You are quite pleasing to the eye, Miss…”

  “Uh…. Oh, um… I’m Nata- uh- Natalia.” She stammered. “I… er… Dor… I mean, Francois Lauran sent me.”

  “A good man, that Fran.” Jerome nodded as he eyed her body. “Never disappoints.”

  She gave him a tight smile and looked around the hallway nervously.

  “So… Miss Nata O’Natalia.” The older man smiled. “Is this your first private call?”

  “Uh… it’s my first ever anything… like this.” She said with a blush coming on. “And you can call me Nat.”

  “Sure, Nat.” He rubbed his hands together. “So what do you think?”

  “Uh… about…?” She stared at him open mouthed.

  “This place… my home.” His smile widened.

  “Oh!” Natasha’s eyes went wide. “All of this is yours? You must be a millionaire?”

  “Not quite yet,” He laughed. “But I’m getting there.”

  “What is it you do?” She let him lead her down the lavish hallway.

  “I produce movies.” Jerome said with a shrug.

  “Wow! You mean like Hollywood movies?” She stared at him breathlessly, her heart beating faster.

  “Not quite, I cater to a more private and exclusive market.” He smiled and ushered her into another room. “Would you like a drink?”

  “Yes, I think I would love a drink.” She nodded and stepped into the lavish room filled with beautiful wall hangings and exquisite tapestry.

  “Champagne?” Jerome asked nonchalantly.

  “Oh, I’ve never tried…” Natasha laughed. “Oh, yes, yes, please.”

  “Come on then, let’s get down to the party… Eddie’s waiting.”

  Eddie!

  Oh, it was the other client Doreen told her about. These two men were Lauran’s best clients. A chill swept over her, her first time ever and with two rich men who knew what they wanted and paid well for it.

  Jerome led her to another room. This one was half as large as the previous one, and it had a plush sofa, an even plusher bed and a small, circular table as its only furnishings. Overhead, a beautiful chandelier set lit up the room with a pale relaxing glow. Soft music wafted around in all directions from hidden speakers and suddenly Natasha felt very comfortable and at ease. She could get used to a place like this. But first she had to earn it.

  “Hey, Eddie. Get in here.” Jerome cried out. “This is Nat, Fran’s newest and loveliest acquire… and we get to break her in.”

  “Hmm, been a while, hasn’t it, Jerry ol’ boy.” The other man walked into the room from the second door. He had a bottle of champagne and three glasses with him. “…since we had a taste of virgin pussy.”

  Natasha suppressed a gasp. Did Lauran tell them something he didn’t tell her? Were they under the impression that they could have sex with her? She had to let them know that she was there just to dance and strip for them, maybe even slip in a couple of hand jobs… but not all out sex. She looked at the other man. He was shorter and thinner than Jerome, with darker, grey streaked hair and sported a French cut beard. He had a hungry look in his sharp eyes, and though it scared her, it also sent a strange thrill through her.

  “Hello, Eddie.” She managed to say as he held out a glass of sparkling wine at her.

  “Miss Nat.” He gave her a smile and nodded his approval of surely her tight young body, if not her willingness to please them.

  She took a sip of the drink. It was light and delicious, and she resisted the temptation to drain it in one go. The warming flow of the wine channeled through her body, relaxing her and she took a few deep breaths. The music was very seductive and she found herself swaying to the rhythm.

  “Nat, tell us about you.” Jerome said as he reclined on the large sofa. “Your life… your loves and hates.”

  “Yeah, r
elax and let your hair down, beautiful.” Eddie’s grin was wolfish as he sat down beside his friend.

  “Well, I’m nineteen. Doing my senior year… kinda hard up for cash all the time, so I decided to try at this… to make some money.”

  “Not a bad choice.” Eddie smiled at her even as he stripped her with his eyes. “A lovely girl like you could make it big doing this.”

  “Well, I hope so… I mean, I’ve never…” She looked from one man to the other in turns.

  “Let us be the judge of that, darlin’” Jerome flashed her another comforting smile. “What are you going to do for us this fine evening?”

  “Uh… dance, and um, strip… maybe a little… lap dance.”