FUN FOR SOME, NOT ALL

·I hesitated to share this story because of the intense sexual violence, dehumanization of women, and graphic details. However, this is part of a larger story. This is your only warning.

Lucas

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The club walls throbbed with some bass-heavy, synthetic music. A blue light danced on the walls in Arora Borealis waves, setting a sultry scene even before the stripper pole came into view with its curvy, half-naked climber.

Prepared with a stack of ones, I planted myself directly in front of the bleached blond slut who was waving her ass in everyone’s faces. This was going to be a good night. A little brunette waitress in a G-string and mesh see-through top asked me what I wanted.

I slung a finger through the stretchy string holding the triangle of sequins over her snatch and told her, “You, baby,” as I let my eyes linger over her smooth mound.

“Sorry, pal. That’s not on the menu tonight.”

Raising my eyebrows I said, “Oh? When will it go on sale?”

“Maybe when I’m done with my shift,” she promised, licking her lips slowly.

“Great! Dinner and a show!” I shouted to be heard above the phony music. “I’ll take a draft. Whatever you got.”

She swayed away, giving me a good look at her little, round ass. I could do that all night long. If my vacation mates were up for it, I’d even share. Wouldn’t be the first time.

Veronica introduced herself as she set my mug on the table. I peeled off twenty dollar bills and told her to keep the change, while I concentrated on the stripper who was riding the pole with her naked pussy and faking an orgasm.

Dollar bills were flying onstage, and she finished her act by squatting in front of the front-row viewers to let them stuff her G-string with cash. I took extra long pushing dollar bills into her wet crack, then licked her juices off my fingers, one by one.

The next stripper was a tall, top-heavy redhead with long legs and mile-high stilettos. Tasty and hot. She swung up onto the pole like a chimpanzee and wrapped her tanned legs around it, grinding her crotch against the metal, then hung upside down and slid down the pole to the shiny, tile stage in one swift motion. She crawled around the edge of the stage, letting everyone get an intimate glimpse of her barely-covered asshole. One guy in the front row reached out and stuck a stubby finger into it, earning a swift exit from the club.

It wasn’t fair. These women were begging us to touch them, then, when we did, we got tossed by the bouncers. While I was here, I’d play by their rules. When I left, there’d be no rules.

It was day three of our guy’s week out without the wives and I was bored to death. All my pals wanted to do was ride around in Red’s expensive boat and watch porn. At home, I watched whatever I wanted whenever I wanted. If Ann didn't like it she should give it up more often. I don’t know what my buddies did at home. They were slurping up the porn like starving men in a desert.

I sipped my drink slowly, to keep my dollars for G-string stuffing. The blonde stripper came out of the dressing room dressed in a barely there fishnet body stocking and hurried to my side, suggesting we take the party private. I turned her down. No way was I shelling out two hundred bucks for a quick blow job when Veronica was dripping for some action after her shift. I was a horn dog. But I had a budget.

The evening became blurrier, as I gave in to buying a few more drafts. Each dancer got better looking as the night went on. My pile of ones was quickly depleted, so I told Veronica I’d wait for her in my truck while she finished. “Black Ram, meet me.”

Jerked awake by a rapping on my window, it was Veronica in street clothes. I wiped the sleep out of my eyes and popped the locks. She slid into the passenger seat and said, “$200. Baby. Half and half.”

“Whoa. What? I don’t pay for ass.”

“You don’t pay, I don’t stay,” she announced while trying to open her door, which I kept locking.

“Wait. Wait a minute. You said you wanted me,” I complained.

“Yeah, I want you. But not without $200. Sorry. I don’t do charity work,” she snapped at me, still trying to work the lock.

“Calm down. Calm down. Let’s work out a compromise. You’re a businesswoman, right?”

“Yeah? So? I still have to get paid.”

“I have to get to an ATM. I spent my cash in the club. Let me get some money and buy you breakfast, then we do the deed and I bring you back to the club,” I offered.

“$200.?”

“$200.”

“Okay. I suppose that’s fair. There’s a pancake house up the road that I like,” she said.

“Great. I have to find a Key Bank ATM first.”

“Fine,” she pouted.

Instead of driving toward the restaurant she had told me about, I began driving down the highway toward the camp the boys and I had rented. She began getting fidgety and pulled her phone out. I reached over, took it from her, and tossed it out the window on my side.

“Hey! What the fuck? What are you playing at?”

“Baby, I’m not playing. I already gave you sixty bucks in tips. From what I can see, you aren’t worth more than that. Be a good little girl and Daddy will bring you back. Cause me any hassles at all and you stay where I take you.

She started clawing at my arm and slapping my face until I punched her hard enough to get her attention.

“You bastard!” she cried, wiping blood off her lip.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just shut the fuck up and sit still or I swear I’ll dump your ass out on the road when I’m going 80.”

The tough chick disappeared, and she began crying and shaking. Good. A little fear will keep her in line. It was a long trip to the lake, and I didn’t want to end up in a ditch. I lit a joint and offered her a puff, then changed my mind because she might try to burn me with it. Nope. Not happening.

We drove to the camp mostly in silence, except for her sniffling. The camp was secluded in a patch of woods facing the lakeshore. She could scream and holler all she wanted but no one would hear her.

A couple of the guys were smoking joints and drinking beer on the front porch of our rental when I pulled into the driveway. I grabbed her arm and dragged her over the stick shift to pull her out of the driver’s door. She struggled until she saw the lay of the land. One small chick and three guys. Some of the fire went out of her attitude when faced with reality.

“Whoo, hoo! What do we have here, bro?” my pals called out.

“A gift from The Dancer’s Roost. You can thank me later. Let’s get this into the cottage before she starts screaming.” I announced, hauling her over the graveled front yard on her knees.

“Hey, should we wake the Boy Scout? He got his ass tore up by a local chick today and got drunk,” Red asked.

“Naw. He’ll just cause trouble. Let him sleep,” I warned.

I pushed her into the living room where my brother was jerking off on the sofa to some gang-bang porn. “Hey, dude. Shut that shit off. We have the real thing here.”

“Nice!” my brother spewed, his hand still grasping himself, “I’m gonna be busy. Hey, baby, come here, I need a good sucking. Give her here, Lucas.”

I shoved her down on her knees in front of him and he rammed himself into her, making her gag and vomit on the rug. “You’ll clean that up, bitch,” I told her as I slapped her head.

Red yanked her jeans off and ripped her panties aside. “Nice ass, honey. What’s her name?”

“Does it matter? Call her whatever you want,” I said, stripping off my own jeans and T-shirt.

“Okay, little slut, I’m coming in hot!” he warned.

She struggled in vain, trying to shake us off her various openings. It didn’t take long before Red’s juices were oozing out of her. Then baby bro finished. She seemed to go catatonic after the first round, which was fine by me. Less fighting, more fucking. When Red pulled out, I spat on her ass and began pounding her. She squirmed and cried for me to stop. It was Mark’s turn to switch with my brother and he slid into the mouth my brother had just occupied. My brother crawled under the whore while I continued ramming her, blood lubricating the opening nicely.

It was a little weird being on the other side of my brother. But we’ve done worse.

My brother yelled, “Now that’s what I’m talking about! Who has the camera?”

“No. No cameras. Let’s keep this one to ourselves. I don’t know what we’re gonna do with her when we’re done,” I cautioned.

“What? What do you mean?” Red stuttered.

“What do you think I mean? You’re man enough to fuck her but now you’re gonna give me a hard time?” I demanded.

“Uh, no. I just don’t want to be part of some scary shit,” Red whined, his cock deflating.

“Too late, Red. You’re already part of it and your DNA is all over her,” I reminded him.

“Might as well enjoy,” my brother told him.

All night we took turns playing out every dirty fetish and fantasy we’d ever had. We plowed that girl until she’d never be right again. By dawn, she’d swallowed an ocean and her body was a sweaty, sticky mess. It was time to take care of business.

“Red, start the boat. We’re gonna take her for a ride,” I ordered.

“Oh, no. I don’t want her on my boat!” he argued.

“Tough shit, Red. Start the mother fucking boat. I’m not telling you again or your wife will get a cum soaked pair of panties from a strange woman in the mail.”

Mark, my brother, and I dragged her half-conscious, naked body through the weeds to the boat slip and dropped her into the boat. She was so out of it she never even responded. Red reluctantly started the engine and I told him to go as far out to the middle of the lake as gas allowed. When we reached the middle of the lake, or as close as we could reckon, I searched for something to weigh her body down.

All I could find was the gas can which I emptied into the engine’s tank and sank below the water to fill. Five gallons of water would work for a while. Long enough for us to get out of the area. Using the fishing line, I tied her up like a mummy, then made a rope out of a dozen or so strands of the filament and tied her ankle to the gas can.

Red wouldn’t have anything to do with it. Mark and I tipped her into the lake and tossed in the gas can, watching the tendrils of her long, brown hair slowly slip under the water. I have to admit, watching her body sink into the lake gave me a hard-on. I must be one sick mother fucker.

Red couldn’t get away fast enough and barely waited until she was completely submerged. He puked over the side of the boat a few times before we got back to the dock. I immediately backed my Dodge Ram into the boat slip and Red motored the boat onto the trailer. We scrubbed every inch of that boat and cottage with bleach I found under the kitchen sink.

When we were done, I woke up sleepy head, who missed out on the orgy.

“Hey, dude, we’re checking out early. Too boring here in the woods. I left a big tip for the cleaner on the coffee table. We’ll meet you at the Sheetz once we pass into PA,” I told him.

“Oh, okay. Well, things didn’t go as planned anyway. No big loss. You guys are in a hurry to get back to your wives. Something must be up,” Matt replied.