SLIPPING INTO DEPRAVITY - Ch. 34, Sam and Leroy and another Stripper

They were watching the dancer on stage. It was a different strip club, somewhat more upscale, but seedy the way they all were. The dancer was a statuesque blonde with platform heels, long legs, a sculpted muscular body, six pack and all, and expensively tailored breasts, billed on the club’s Marquis as Jayne Diamond, Miss Nude California.

Leroy and Sam watched her twirl around the pole in bra and panties, doing acts of athleticism that would have crippled an ordinary man. The audience watched patiently, waiting for the remaining strips of cloth to come off, so she could crawl around the stage showing her pussy.

Leroy glanced over at Sam, still nursing his second rum and coke. He should have had four or five, Leroy was buying, but Sam was being careful.

Lack of trust? Leroy wondered. Or just controlled. Sam had passed on Leroy’s offers of coke, he couldn’t get the younger man to do anything stronger than weed. It was annoying. Kayley was the same way.

It would have made things easier. Leroy shrugged. Didn’t matter in the long run, he had sunk wedges in their vulnerabilities.

“How’s things with you and Kayley?” he asked. “Sex life back to normal?”

Leroy had given the couple a few days space. He'd done his damage, and once you made a hit, you needed to give it time to settle in. Besides, he needed to take care of business, and think things over. What to do next? Where to probe?

“Yeah, finally,” Sam said. “She cut me off for three days, but we’re back on track.”

“Three days?” Leroy repeated. He buried a smile, he’d pushed her on twelve hour increments to two days, but she’d gone over the mark. The girl had very little restraint, once you got her going in a direction it was hard for her to stop. “What do you mean?”

Sam was carefully watching the dancer twirl on the pole, she’d dropped her bra, revealing mannequin perfect breasts and nipples.

“I wasn’t allowed to come, or fuck,” he said. “But we did everything else.”

“You mean like oral, she gave you head, you went down, all the other stuff.”

“Yeah,” Sam said, his voice was curt.

“Huh,” Leroy grunted, pretending to be surprised. “Wow. She really got into it. She had a hard time letting go. Three days, uh? Fuck. That’s cold.”

Sam shrugged.

“We’re fine now,” he said flatly.

Leroy did a quick calculation. The second cuck session had been Thursday. Three days was Friday, Saturday, Sunday. Monday was a working day, so Sam wouldn’t have gotten laid or gotten off until the evening. Today was Tuesday, Sam had only been allowed sex as of last night, and today he’d managed to drag Sam off to a strip club after work on pretense of making sure he was okay.

Sam wasn’t fine. He was relieved and hopeful for something like normality, and trying for it. But the last few nights had left him off balance and uncertain. The younger man was still surging with pent up sexual energy, confused over the denial, and hopefully still traumatized from the cuck session.

Vulnerable.

Leroy was happy to pretend Sam was fine.

“Listen,” Leroy said, with enough loud sincerity in his tone to make Sam turn his head to face him and make eye contact, “I need to apologize. This is all my fault and I feel terrible.”

Sam blinked, warily.

“I thought...” Leroy pretended to hesitate, as if he was gathering his thoughts, “I thought it would be good to let her take the lead with you. I thought she’d go easier on you, know both your limits, that she would control herself...”

Leroy turned away, watching the dancer, as if ashamed.

“I had no idea,” he said. “I was shocked. She was out of control. The shit she pulled in the restaurant... in the car... upstairs. I kept trying to say cool it, but she wouldn’t stop, she just kept going further and further.”

Sam was looking at him. Leroy stared down at his glass of beer.

“I mean, I put her down eventually,” he said. “I took control. But... I just didn’t expect she’d go so wild.”

Leroy looked up, facing Sam, staring into his eyes and placing a hand on the younger man’s arm.

“I should have been protecting you, Sam, and I’m so sorry. I let you down. I just didn’t...”

“It’s all right,” Sam replied, “no harm done.”

“I just didn’t expect her to go so hard on you...”

“Yeah,” Sam said, “neither did I.” He paused and almost laughed. “I guess I dared her. My fault.”

“Not your fault, man,” Leroy said. “Something’s going on with that girl.”

“Yeah,” Sam agreed, to Leroy’s pleasure.

“You never saw it before?” Leroy asked. “Before the first session.”

Sam shrugged, unwilling to continue, instead he pointedly stared up at the stage. She’d lost the g-string, revealing a smooth, equally sculpted vagina, but was still twirling around the pole. Leroy glanced up, too smooth to be shaved, she was either waxed, or lasered. There was something almost inhuman about her physical perfection.

“Hidden side to her, man,” Leroy said. “People got hidden sides. And maybe... resentment.”

Leroy pretended not to notice Sam’s shocked glance, he just watched the dancer and let his lips form the words, low pitched so Sam would have to struggle to hear, as if he was speaking thoughtfully to himself.

“Maybe... a lot of... resentment.”

A scowl passed over Sam’s face, vanishing quickly as he buried it in careful neutrality and turned back to watch the dancer. But Leroy caught it. The pole dancing was finally ending, the audience politely clapping, and finally it was time to display the meat they were all waiting for.

Sam was watching with blank discomfort. He didn’t really want to be here, he didn’t want to be at the front row watching her twirl, and he was genuinely uncomfortable with what was coming next. Too much feminism for the boy, Leroy thought, too much romance, too much pussy whipping, and maybe still a little raw from Kayley’s incendiary castration.

Kayley had frightened the living shit out of Leroy, though he hated to acknowledge it. He’d seen her as a chinese puzzle box, strong, but all you had to do was press her buttons and pop, her legs would open, and you had her.

This had been like discovering rattlesnakes waiting in the compartments. She’d utterly and ruthlessly vivisected her husband with a creativity and ruthless sadism that had taken him completely by surprise. Hell, he hadn’t even imagined anyone doing half the things she’d done. Eventually, he’d taken control of the session, subjugating and humiliating her, because he’d actually been scared. Even then, he’d had the feeling he’d only taken her down because she allowed it.

If she could do that to her husband, a man she clearly loved, and he’d seen her moments of hesitation during the session, what would she be willing to do to someone she didn’t particularly care about?

What would she do to someone she decided she didn’t like at all?

Thoughts like that made Leroy’s blood run cold.

He needed to rethink his whole strategy towards her. It took certain things off the table, shortcuts of coercion, even violence, he needed to work her flaws more carefully. Not just her, both of them.

“You know,” Leroy pretended to be thoughtful, “I think we should back way off on the cuck thing. I mean, way way off. That session was a mistake.”

He had Sam’s attention, despite, or perhaps because of the surgically perfected blonde, crawling on all fours on the stage.

“I think under other circumstances it might be good for you to explore,” Leroy said, “open up your sexuality, get more comfortable. But Kayley’s way to volatile, too out of control with it.”

He paused.

“She likes it way too much, she can’t control herself, she’s dangerous.”

“Yeah,” Sam agreed. “I wouldn’t mind taking a break.”

Unspoken and unacknowledged, Sam subliminally accepted Leroy’s description of his wife. Truthfully, it wasn’t that far off. Leroy made his move:

“The guys, the other guys, the ones before me that she fucked–”

“She didn’t fuck them,” Sam said quickly. “She just said she thought about fucking them.”

“Oh?” Leroy said, “I thought she told me when we were talking that day– Never mind...”

He let it trail off.

“My mistake.”

Mission accomplished.

The sculpted blonde was coming their way. Leroy reached into his wallet. Her eyes registered, and her meandering crawl along the stage focused a little more.

“You know what,” Leroy said quickly and loudly, blocking Sam from any direct follow up, “let’s just stick to regular stuff. Having fun, having great sex, hanging out. Fuck all the psychodrama, you know. We don’t need that. You’re an amazing couple, we’re all good together. Why complicate things, you know?”

“Totally,” Sam said, Leroy could feel the relief in the man, his need for Leroy’s protective stability in the face of Kayley’s apparent volatility.

The blonde dancer was coming towards them, on all fours with feline grace, her breasts swayed beneath her in an unnatural, almost mechanical way. Leroy held up a folded hundred dollar bill. Sam didn’t even bother to glance at it, drawn to the blonde and her meticulous perfection.

The blonde met Leroy’s eyes, nodded ever so slightly, and snatched the bill with her teeth, tossing it towards the pole, where her other, smaller bills were collecting. Then she swiveled smoothly to present her vagina for a moment, before rearing up to arch her back and flex her butt cheeks. Across the stage, more bills were waving, and she began her leisurely crawl in that direction.

“She is exquisite,” Sam admitted, “a lot of time in the gym.”

“And the surgeon,” Leroy replied, “nice change from home though.”

Sam hesitated just a second. ‘Yeah,” he said.

Leroy nodded.

The younger man was still carrying the misery from the last few days, it hadn’t really dissipated, just been papered over. A naked woman, particularly one as exquisite at this, was a welcome distraction for Kayley and the emotional baggage Leroy had made her inflict on Sam. It was another tiny wedge driven.

“We’ll sort it out with Kayley,” Leroy promised. “The three of us. I’ll have your back, bud.”

“Thanks,” Sam said, with a little too much relief. To cover, he picked up his rum and coke.

“Get you another drink?” Leroy offered.

“Nah,” Sam replied. “I’m good.”

For a moment, Leroy considered misogynistic remarks about the dancer, or women as sluts and whores. But no, Sam was too balanced, too fucking nice for that. Leroy hid his true feelings, waiting for the moment when he could just say these things, and Sam would go along.

Instead, they made small talk, letting the discussion meander harmlessly, as the dancer left the stage.

Leroy could feel Sam’s palpable relaxation. The overt sexual presentation of the dancer had intimidated him, a leftover sentiment of Kayley’s punishing treatment. And he was genuinely glad to carry the discussion to neutral and unthreatening topics.

Leroy waited for his moment, when Sam’s guard was down.

“You know,” he said, “I’d like a copy of that video we did together. Just like before. You don’t mind?”

“Uhm,” Sam wasn’t sure how to address this topic.

“Come on,” Leroy said, “we’ve done it before. You know you can trust me. And I’m in it. It’s half mine anyway. Kayley doesn’t have to know, just like before.”

“I guess,” Sam said, unable to find a good argument.

“Great,” Leroy said. “Settled. I think from now on, I should just get a copy. Not of everything, but if I’m in there...”

“Putting together a new demo reel?” Sam asked.

Leroy blinked, surprised the younger man had his wits about him. You could throw Sam off balance, but he tended to regain his feet faster than Leroy liked.

Leroy faked a laugh.

“That life is behind me,” he said, “I’m just... sentimental. Call it a quirk.”

Sam nodded, still uncertain, still uneasy. It wasn’t just the porn aspect, Leroy knew, Sam’s humiliation was on the video, writ large.

“May I join you,” a sultry female voice husked. They looked up. Jayne Diamond was beaming down at them, in a very tenuous suggestion of a dress, shining with sequins.

“By all means!” Leroy said quickly, covering Sam’s apparent surprise.

“Thank you,” she said graciously, swivelling into a chair and hitting them with a beaming smile. “So... How’s the sexiest man in the club tonight.”

Leroy leaned back and chuckled.

“Enjoying your show, Darling. Enjoying your show,” he replied. “Are you really Miss Nude California?”

“Mm hmm,” she said. “Also Miss Nude Oklahoma, Wyoming, Montana, Alberta, Kansas. California is the big one. And Biker Week Centerfold of the Year. A few others.”

“You’re a busy girl,” Leroy said.

She nodded. Sam opened his mouth, but she didn’t even look at him. It was as if he wasn't there as far as she was concerned.

“You can make good money in this business,” she told Leroy. “But the window’s short, you have to hustle.”

Jayne and Leroy settled into an easy conversation for ten minutes, casually brushing her platform shore against his calf.

A few times, Leroy tried to bring Sam into the discussion, but beyond a brief acknowledgment, she ignored him. Leroy understood her logic perfectly, he’d put a hundred on her table, that got her attention. Sam hadn’t waved a single dollar, that was an insult and she'd registered it. Sam though, wasn’t experienced with strip club etiquette, so Leroy enjoyed the youth's subtle but very clear humiliation.

“So,” she said, smiling, “are ready for some private California dreaming?”

“I think I might,” Leroy said, “but my friend here needs some pick me up.”

He turned to Sam.

“What do you say, Bud?” Leroy offered. “How about I spot you for a couple of lap dances?”

Jayne’s smile vanished, replaced with careful neutrality. Both men noticed. Sam covered with a shrug.

“I’m not really up for it, you go ahead,” Sam replied.

“You sure?”

“Yeah.”

Leroy shrugged and stood, taking Jayne’s hand. Her smile was back. She rose and melted against him.

“Guess it’s just you and me, beautiful.”

He paused.

“You going to be okay, Sam?”

“Sure.

Jayne lead to the VIP Zone, not that Leroy needed directions. He’d been here plenty of times. At the entrance, he stopped and talked to the bouncer, Gus, a tall black man with a white earpiece.

“You see the creep I was with back there?”

Gus nodded.

“We heard all about him, Leroy. Why you bring someone like that in here?”

“Come on, Gus,” Leroy wheedled, “just out of prison. Be good for him to be looking at adult women.”

“You should have shut your mouth about the guy, dude,” Gus replied.

"Come on," Leroy said. "I wouldn't bring a guy like that in here and not give you warning. You'd have given me hell. Besides, I made sure he's behaved."

Gus shrugged.

“Something happens? I won’t guarantee his safety. Shouldn't have brought him at all, especially with the word out.”

“I had to give you some advance warning,” Leroy replied. “Anyway, I’ve arranged for Crystal to go over there and shut him down. That should keep him behaved. After that happens, wait five or ten, then I want you to come and get him, put him behind the peeper’s curtain.”

“Peeper’s extra,” Jayne said warily.

“I got an empty credit card, Darling,” Leroy assured her, Jayne’s smile returned. "Sky is the limit."

“All right,” Gus sighed. “But if he pulls something, I’m kicking his ass out.”

“Don’t worry,” Leroy assured him. “His kind never do anything when they’re being watched.”

&&&

Sam sat quietly. The next show wasn’t for another twenty minutes. He wasn’t sure how comfortable he would be up against the stage without Leroy there. He swallowed the last of his rum and coke as he considered moving to a back table.

“Hi there,” a radiant young black woman dressed in a complex network of straps and strings was towering over him. “I’m Crystal, mind if I join you.”

“Sure,” Sam said. “Why not?”

Crystal sat, taking Leroy’s seat, putting her hand on Sam’s knee as she rebalanced on the chair. Her hand slid up his thigh.

“How are you?” she asked.

“Uhm... fine,” Sam replied.

“That’s really nice,” Crystal replied, stroking his thigh.

She beamed at him.

“I notice you were sitting with a friend,” she asked, “what was his name?”

“Leroy.”

“Leroy,” she beamed. “That’s a nice name. Do you think you could introduce me? Where did he go? Is he coming back?”

“He’s just off with another dancer.”

Her smile lost it’s wattage. She withdrew her hand.

“Well,” she said, “I guess, when he gets back, I’ll come by.”

“I suppose.”

The smile was gone, all trace of warmth fled.

“Nice talking to you,” she said with an expression like she’d stepped in dogshit.

She stood up and walked away.

Sam sat alone, vaguely humiliated, no one came near him. There were several strippers, alighting here and there like butterflies, trolling for customers. But all of them seemed to avoid him. He imagined he saw a couple of them looking his way and having a conversation. The waitress walked by with drinks, pointedly ignoring him when he signaled.

Sam shrugged and waited, thinking vaguely about moving to a more remote table, feeling more lonely and isolated by the minute.

Just as he had decided to move, the bouncer appeared towering over him.

“Come with me please,” the heavy set black man ordered, “Sir.”

Despite the words please and sir, there was no respect in the tone of voice. And no negotiation whatsoever in the words.

“Is there something wrong?” Sam asked confused. Was he being kicked out? Had there been some transgression? He’d just been sitting there quietly minding his own business? Was it Crystal? Had he angered her?

“Just come with me.”

The tone had moved to frustration. Carefully, Sam stepped away from his seat and followed the intimidating black man, as he was lead to the back of the club.

“Nice place,” Sam said awkwardly.

“I’m not your fucking friend,” the bouncer snapped without turning around.

He lead him into the VIP area, to a small curtained enclosure shrouded in darkness. The only light came from the VIP room. Through a gap in the curtains, he could see Leroy and the stripper Jayne.

“This is for peepers,” the bouncer hissed. “Curtains between the VIP area and the lap dance room. Sometimes if a customer is sketchy we wait here to make sure he doesn’t get out of hand. Sometimes, if a guy likes to watch, we let him stand here and peep, for an extra fee.”

“The only rule is you don’t go in there, you don’t make noise. If you do, I throw you out myself. There’s a chair, you can sit or stand while you watch. Kleenex if you need it. You can leave any time, but you don’t get back in.”

Sam stared at him.

“Do you understand, asshole?”

Sam nodded.

“Fine,” the bouncer whispered. “I’ll be up front. Don’t make me come back for you. Get out of hand, I'll make sure you don't enjoy it.”

The intimidating presence left. Sam looked out, there, beyond the gauze, visible clearly through gaps in the curtain, Leroy was getting a lap dance from the gorgeous blonde stripper.

Leroy seemed to spot a movement in the curtain, and without Jayne noticing, smiled and offered a thumb’s up.

&&&

“Your peeper is here,” Jayne whispered in Leroy’s ear, nuzzling the side of his neck.

She was on her back against Leroy, pressing her shoulder blades into his chest, wiggling her butt on his hard cock. Her dainty perfect hands covered his, and his hands covered her surgically shaped breasts.

“Those are amazing breasts,” he whispered.

She laughed.

“They should be. I paid enough for them, it makes a difference,”

Leroy had already noticed Sam earlier, when she’d been busy trying to give him the standard lap dance. But Leroy had long experience in seducing strippers, slowly and carefully dismantling their limits under the noses of bouncers, to the point that he could do whatever he wanted.

Jayne was finding that out. He never moved fast enough or transgressively enough that she could shut him down. Somehow, he just did whatever she would accept in the moment, and then somehow, when she was distracted, or used to it, or comfortable in some way, he'd slip a little further. For Jayne, hard lines became muddy. She'd worked guys like that before, slippery ones. They were hard to deal with, you wanted to keep on making money, so it was hard to shut them down. You always went further than you intended.

For Leroy the hardest part was crossing the ‘no touching’ rule. He’d eased past that as she twisted and writhed on him, accidental touches at first on har or arms or thigh. But she accepted it, and so he’d gone further, until he was playing with her breasts, even pinching her nipples.

With experienced hands, he explored her body. The surgeon had been at work, there were implants, liposuction, a nip or tuck here or there. But underneath was hard muscle and a very carefully cultivated layer of softness over it, and skin carefully moisturized and buffed to be soft and supple. She probably worked out meticulously at the gym, ate carefully for just the right proportion of body fat. And beneath it all, a meticulous grace and control, most people stumbled along, but her body was a symphony of muscle and bone.

“This is a dancer’s body,” he whispered, sliding a palm over a smooth belly, feeling the hardness just beneath.

“Six years of ballet when I was a kid,” Jayne said. “Mom paid for all those lessons. Look where it got me.”

“If she could see you now,” Leroy teased.

She twisted smoothly under and away from him, sinking down to rub his tented pants between her breasts.

“She sees me all the time,” Jayne said. “I bought her house for her. This pays better than ballet.”

The mention of money brought an involuntary shiver, he covered it by running his hands along her cheeks, face touching a violation of her space, then down her neck and shoulders. In response she climbed back up towards him.

How long, he wondered idly, would it take to break her, to unravel her and take everything? Strip her of dignity, of every penny, leave her trapped in the shittiest biker dive, that perfect body going to seed from despair and neglect, take that house and put Mom on the street. It was barely a passing impulse, he had so many other things to do.

“You are exquisite,” he told her.

She smiled emptily at a compliment heard a thousand times before.

Jayne straddled him, rising high, balancing on the arms of the chair, arching her back to offer him an exquisite view of her lasered, buffed, collagen enhanced pussy. He reached up between her legs, fingers dancing along her skin.

She laughed and turned around on top of him, spreading her legs wide and pulling on her clit hood, for their silent watcher.

He was sliding his hands up her inner thigh, further each time, getting closer and closer. They had reached the point where they both knew he’d get there.

It was just a question of how long she could make him wait.

&&&

Sam watched, utterly mesmerized.

He’d watched Jayne Diamond dance on stage, twirling around the pole, stripping down to full nudity and crawling around the stage to show her pussy to any man who waved a few bills.

It had been an awkward and embarrassing experience out in the open bar, eased only by the rum and cokes.

He’d felt vulnerable, a feeling from the last session he’d hid from Kayley but hadn’t quite managed to shake. His attendance here felt wrong, as it had felt the other time, both juvenile and disrespectful, not his style, but more Leroy’s carefree vibe. And under the bright light, on the elevated stage, the muscular, polished, sculpted perfection of Jayne Diamond had been downright intimidating.

But now here, standing in the dark, everything was different. Anonymity gave him a feeling of safety. Jayne, off the stage, under the softer light of the VIP booth, seemed less intimidating, while her natural grace and focus, her polished perfection became alluring.

Sam found himself hard, his erection springing full force, as she danced and squirmed and writhed all over Leroy. He watched as Leroy’s hands slid across her body, growing bolder with every pass, bringing sighs and smiles of pleasure, as increasingly he posed and opened her. He began to stroke himself through his pants.

Jayne ground herself backwards against Leroy’s lap, and then leaned back as his hands travelled up her rib cage to cup her breasts as if presenting them. With graceful sinuous motions her knees pulled up until they were just beneath her chin, her toes pointing straight down, and then swung together to the left, the right and then opened like a flower unfolding her legs stretching out, her thighs spreading wide.

She looked up at Leroy, looking down across her body, and then as Sam gasped, spread her lips wide open, so wide her pink inner folds were exposed. Leroy slid his hands down her thighs.

Sam couldn’t take any more, with shaking hands, he unzipped. His mind was frantic with urgency. Wasn’t that what the chair was for? What the tissues were for? Wasn’t this an invitation to touch himself. He was both ashamed and elated, breathlessly excited at his transgression, reassured by his privacy. He couldn’t help himself. He was ashamed, but the compulsion to touch himself, to take his penis in hand was overwhelming. His psyche was too battered, any resistance melted away.

As he watched, Leroy’s hands moved smoothly down her thighs, holding her in place. His right stopped at the juncture of thighs and hip. The left glided smoothly across, stroking her clitoris for the first time. Jayne’s legs scissored suddenly and she convulsed in shock.

&&&

“Oh fuck,” she gasped, it was the first genuine thing Leroy had heard out of her. “You’ve got good hands!”

“Musician,” Leroy said.

She let his fingers slide back over her pussy again, in what they both recognized as tacit surrender, of this stage of their slow contest. He stroked her clit in two and four, until she shivered.

“I love musicians,” Jayne purred.

“Then you’re going to love this.” He beat out a time that left her gasping,

With a casual stroke of a finger, he slid it across her wet swollen pussy lips, and lifted it to her mouth.

“You don’t mind, do you?” he asked, knowing the answer in advance.

Jayne shuddered at the humiliation of her own taste between her lips, and converted it to a smile, twisting in his grip to momentarily evade his touch.

“If I didn’t enjoy being touched by strangers,” she lied, “I wouldn’t be in this business.”

She turned around, straddling him, thrusting her breasts forward, inviting his hands on them instead.

But Leroy didn’t take the bait, instead sliding knowing fingers along her pussy lips and clitoris, refusing to let her regain the prize he'd won so carefully. She had no choice but to let him continue. With his free hand, he cupped an ass cheek, exposing her asshole to Sam, and holding her in place while he worked on her.

“Oh, oh, oh!” she whimpered, as he teased her clit, leaving her thighs quaking as they turned to water. “You’re deadly!”

Jayne leaned forward, pressing her breasts into his face, straightening her body and arching her back. She walked her breasts down the length of his body, until she was kneeling, openly stroking his cock through his pants, and getting those insidious fingers away from her pussy.

“You like that?” she teased, pressing against his erection, taking control back for a moment.

“I like everything,” he said, pulling her up. She turned around, to grind on his crotch but instead he pulled her into his lap, fingers dancing again between her legs, on the edge of going too far.

“No fingers inside, okay,” she warned. “Just outside. Not inside, okay.”

“Of course,” Leroy agreed to the terms of her surrender. For the moment.

He kissed her cheek, a tiny bit of condescension she would feel and resent, but not blame on him.

“Remember,” he whispered, “it’s not just us. We have an audience you need to play to.”

He nodded towards the curtains through which Sam could be indistinctly seen watching.

“Don’t worry,” Jayne said, arching her back and lifting her hips, so her pussy was thrust towards Sam, “You’ll get your monies worth.”

Leroy’s hand followed, tapping her clit hood relentlessly in a two-three beat, until her highs trembled and she collapsed on him with a groan.

“I’ll make sure of that,” Leroy whispered.

&&&

Sam gasped, stroking his cock. Leroy had slid two fingers up inside her vagina.

Jayne’s body went rigid, her mouth opening in shock. Expressions flickered across her face, surprise, consternation, a trace of a frown, a moment of calculation, and then a feigned surrender.

There was something incredibly erotic about the scene he watched, it seemed part dance between them, part contest. A contest Jayne was steadily losing, as increasingly, Leroy seemed to guide and direct her motions, taking incremental liberties.

There was a raw sensuality on display from the beautiful woman, her flawless skin seemed to shine luminous in the dim light.

On the stage, her moves had been polished, almost ritualistic, as precise and sculpted as her mathematically perfect, smooth, elegant body.

But this was different, her movements fluid rather than precise, graceful yet unrestrained. She twisted and arched on Leroy’s body, under his hands, sliding smoothly from one position to another, seemingly striving to escape his fingers only to find herself impaled on some new grip. His body worked with and against hers, so that when she kissed him his fingers slid inside.

When she turned in his grip, it was only to encounter a drum beat against her clit that left her gasping. He tortured her nipples, fondled her as or breasts. Her controlled rhythms dissolved, interrupted by twitches and quivers of her body's involuntary responses.

Sam could smell the odor of her arousal, and hear the increasingly frenzied quiet gasps and pants.

Jayne seemed trapped in a maze made of her own body, fleeing without leaving the chair, her smooth movements took on a desperate quality, as each touch drove her closer and harder towards a target she struggled to evade.

Leroy grabbed her stomach, locking her in place on top of him. Her legs scissored shut, but it was already too late, and as his palm moved, they involuntarily parted open.

Jayne gasped loudly. Sam knew she was so close...

&&&

Jayne tried to hide her orgasm, but was been unable to. Leroy noted the sudden flush of warmth and perspiration that spread across her skin, the momentary stiffness of her body, the hitch in her breath. He slid his wet fingers out of her.

Concealing anger and humiliation, she relaxed, deliberately, laying across his body bonelessly. She gave him a plastic smile. Leroy knew deep down she resented him making her come, although she was far too professional to show it.

A woman like her thrived on self control, on owning her body even as she shared it, at keeping some unattainable secret place inside herself, even as she went through the motions. She couldn’t survive, much less make it as far as she had, if some man could take her body from her.

“Oh, I needed that,” she lied. “You really know what you’re doing, Mister.”

“I do my best,” he said.

Then, to humiliate her just a little more, he kissed her, just a little too quickly, throwing her timing off. Caught off guard, she had no choice but to return the kiss, and when she did, he pushed his tongue into her mouth.

She squirmed in discomfort, feigning lust, and he took the opportunity to slip a hand under her knee and spread her legs wide, opening her pussy for Sam, so he could see how wet she was. Jayne understood what he was doing, and despite the humiliation, she could only go along.

It was hard to see for sure, Leroy had to keep his eyes on Jayne, affording only glances, and the peepers enclosure was unlit, but he was pretty sure Sam was openly masturbating. He grinned inwardly.

Leroy broke the kiss, looking into her eyes. No hatred there, just glimmers of annoyance. She thought he was just some bumbler, stumbling about, who had accidentally pushed the right buttons. She was refusing to admit to herself how easily he'd controlled her. Her humiliation and anger was internal, at her own clumsiness in allowing it.

Good, that just made it easier for him.

She looked away, her gaze casually sweeping past the peeper area.

“Looks like your friend is pretty excited,” she whispered quietly. “He’s taking matters in hand.”

Her looking allowed him to overtly glance towards Sam. Yes, he was definitely masturbating.

Leroy grinned at her.

“Then,” he said, “let’s make sure he gets a great show.”

He laid a hand on top of her head and pushed gently. There was just an instant of resistance, of rebellion. But then she'd come so far, and this offered her a way to regain control.

Not the first client she'd blown. Those had always been on her own terms, and lucrative. Fuck it, finish him, she thought, finish both of them, and get them the fuck out. Take a shower, wash it off before she went back to work. Although she resented it, the arousal he'd fanned in her helped drive the decision.

She smiled, sinking smoothly between his thighs with well practiced grace. She was already unzipping him and pulling his cock out.

“After all, that’s what you’re getting paid for.”

&&&

There she was, Jane Diamond, Miss Nude California, headliner, marquis feature of the club, on her knees, back arched, her pussy plainly visible. Her knees were spread so wide the pussy gaped before him, visibly wet from her orgasm.

Sucking Leroy’s cock with complete submission, his hand in her hair, guiding her up and down with metronymic precision, her mouth slowly swallowing his cock with no trace of resistance. She made a submissive noise in her throat.

Sam was in awe of Leroy’s raw sexual power and potency, to unstring and enslave a woman like this whose perfection verged on otherworldly, a woman who had ruled the stage, now groveling on her knees.

His hands were moving rapidly on his cock, back and forth, unstoppably. He was almost panting with lust, his vision narrowed to the sight before him, everything else in his world had been forgotten.

He couldn’t actually see her sucking Leroy’s cock, but the visualization was overwhelming. He’d watched Leroy take his Kayley, the eager submission with which she’d gone down. He could visualize Leroy’s cock, every inch of the shaft, filling his mind, a supremely potent erection, stiff and unrelenting, ever inch of the shaft glistening with wet saliva. Unconsciously, his own lips pursed and he swallowed, stroking his own cock, feeling himself harder and harder.

Sam’s gaze from the dripping open cunt and bobbing blonde head. He froze, his hand almost stuttering in its frantic stroking, as he realized that Leroy wasn’t looking down at the magnificent blonde abasing herself in worship.

Leroy was looking right at him, staring at him through the gap in the curtain. For a second, Sam felt caught and ashamed. But Leroy only smiled and nodded, encouraging, and suddenly it was a relief, as if some unspoken permission had passed.

Jayne made a noise in her throat as Leroy pushed her head down, and Sam knew she’d taken him all the way down, just like Kayley had taken him all the way down. His heart surged, his hand shook, speeding, the grip around the head tightening.

Then he gasped loudly, his breath freezing, his body going stiff as he ejaculated uncontrollably. He moaned loudly, ejaculating, shooting spurt after spurt.

When it was over, he fell heavily in the chair catching his breath, almost dizzy. He looked out, Jayne continued to submit to her master, her head bobbing in steady rhythm with Leroy’s hand in her hair. Leroy barely paid attention to her, he was looking out at Sam.

Leroy gave a thumb’s up. Shakily, Sam smiled and returned the thumb’s up.

Then he pulled a tissue, and wiped himself up, tucking his cock away. He wiped at a semen run on his jeans, and then went to hands and knees wiping away his traces from the floor. Throughout, he was aware of the naked woman, kneeling before his friend, and of his friend watching him benignly.

There was a subliminal noise, a trace of movement behind him. Sam didn't look back. But it occurred to him that the scary black bouncer had been watching, making sure he didn't get out of line or something. Sam felt a sudden wave of shame at the thought of being cruelly watched and judged.

Still shaky and disoriented, Sam pulled himself to his feet, to return to the club. He’d take a table at the back and wait for Leroy to finish.

&&&

Jayne raised her head off Leroy’s cock, glad for an excuse for a break.

“Looks like your friend got off,” she said, giving Leroy an artificial smile.

Leroy nodded, his hand tightening on her hair.

“Yeah,” he said. “You did real good. Now it’s time to finish your job.”

He shoved her face down forcefully, lifting his hips slightly and angling just enough to make her gag. He smiled at this crack in her professional veneer. He couldn’t do what he really wanted, of course, not with a bouncer nearby. And she was only in town for a week or so, not nearly enough time to properly break her.

But oh, he could sense how easily he could break her, if he had the chance and time enough.

Leroy pulled her hair up, enjoying the practiced way she breathed on the upturn, and then before she was quite ready, shoved her face down on his cock, again making her gag slightly. He felt her body tensing, her hands clutching at his thighs.

He knew how far to push her, and when to stop just short of her calling the bouncer. After this, she’d never give him another lap dance again. But he didn’t really care. He’d already had what he wanted.

Bitch was expensive, Leroy was intent on getting his money’s worth out of her.

She gagged again.

&&&

“Hey Bud,” Leroy said, “let’s fuck off out of here.”

“Finished?” Sam asked.

Leroy just laughed.

“Everything’s paid for.”

They walked out of the strip club toward Sam’s car. The air was warm, but Leroy shivered anyway.

“Fuck,” he said, “that was good, but I think I got her perfume and sweat all over me. Now I definitely need a shower. Let's head back to my place, we'll download the video while I clean up.”

"Sure."

And of course, Sam would be sitting, and Leroy would casually walk out of the shower naked, it was his apartment after all. His semi-erect dick would be swinging at Sam’s eye level. Impossible to look at, but impossible to get away from.

Leroy would walk to the kitchen and get them beers, then he’d sit down on the couch next to Sam, comfortable in his own nudity, and they’d download the latest video to his laptop.

He didn’t need to, he’d cloned and compromised Sam’s phone to the point he’d already downloaded it, and Sam and Kayley’s other little one on one videos.

The session aftermath: They’d both been so easy, Kayley still lingering in traces of her cruel dom authority, she’d only needed a push, and Sam so brutalized he submitted automatically.

Leroy had no intention of initiating the sort of cock handling he’d lead Sam into the last time. That would set off alarm bells. This time all he needed to do was present Sam with his nude masculine power, and let the younger man simmer in his own insecurity.

“Well,” Sam said diplomatically, “you were already going to.”

“What?” Leroy asked, distracted. “Oh yeah, I did say that. Now more than ever, I guess.”

Small mistake, he’d said too much upfront. Sam hadn’t sensed the trap though.

“Although,” Leroy covered, “I could do worse than the smell of her on me.”

They laughed.

“I’m glad you got off,” Leroy said. “I could tell you weren’t ready to go all in on her with me, and I didn’t want to push you. But I think you needed that.”

“Uh, I guess I did,” Sam said, not wishing to show ingratitude.

Suddenly, Leroy tossed an arm around the younger man and pulled him close in an affectionate gesture. Just subliminally getting Sam used to physical contact between them. To Leroy’s initiating and controlling physical contact..

“Hermanos!” Leroy said. “Brothers forever!”

“Brothers forever,” Sam repeated, his voice unsteady with confusion but gratitude.

“I wish we’d have had her to double team,” Leroy said, “instead of that psycho bitch Blade.”

“Blaze,” Sam corrected. “Blaze Midnight.”

And he didn’t think she was a psycho-bitch, just a slightly bored girl having a little fun with her job. He’d kind of liked her, the way she’d smiled and toyed with them. He didn’t say that to Leroy, there was no sense arguing.

“Right,” Leroy chuckled mirthlessly. “What a skank. That girl was not healthy... psychologically.”

“Uh huh,” Sam replied.

“Deep down,” Leroy said, “they’re all whores. All women really. Except Kayley, of course,”

“Of course.”

Sam was a little uncomfortable. He knew Leroy didn’t actually feel that way about women. But some boyish competitive urge in his friend demanded that kind of talk

“Push their buttons right, you can make them do whatever you want,” Leroy said. “But for god’s sake, never let them push your buttons, or you’re fucked.”

Leroy glanced at him, apparently casual, but carefully letting it sink in.

“I’m sorry,” he said with mock sincerity. “I’m making you uncomfortable. I don’t really mean that, it’s just talk. Guy talk.”

That was the thing with contempt, you had to drip feed it a little at a time, so it would sink in while they were trying to reject it. You had to assure them you didn’t mean it, while slowly easing them into it. Until one day, they thought just the way you wanted them to think.

And especially with Kayley, for Sam, you couldn’t do it directly at all. You had to poison the soil first, slowly, carefully. But once you did, then inevitably the roots would start to wither, and it would turn rotten inside.

It was all a delicate game, undermining Sam’s self assurance and self worth, his sexual confidence, nurture a sense of inadequacy without Sam ever quite zeroing in on where it was coming from, let his insecurity feed and grow. Then slowly and carefully, alienate him from Kayley, while building reliance and eventually dependence on Leroy.

They approached the car, Leroy stepped in passenger side.

“You okay to drive,” he asked Sam.

Of course he was, the little shit. Two rum and cokes nursed half afternoon. No drunk driving charges for Sam.

“Yeah.”

Sam started the car. Leroy reached out and grabbed his wrist.

“What about you? Are you okay?”

“I guess?” Sam replied. “It was a little unexpected... what happened.”

“Sam,” Leroy said, “you just jerked off watching the most gorgeous woman in the club get fingered and give head. Considering what you’ve just been put through, that was the healthiest thing you could have done.”

Sam blushed and looked away, still ashamed, but a little relieved.

“Yeah,” Sam replied. “Maybe.”

“Bud,” Leroy said, “you just reclaimed your manhood, and stayed loyal to the woman you love. You came without someone calling you a worthless loser. I call that a win.”

Slipping a little reminder of the ordeal, of what Kayley had done to him. Dripping it in honeyed compliments made it so much easier to swallow and internalize.

Sam laughed, genuinely.

“Weird to hear it put that way.”

Leroy laughed and clapped him on the shoulder.

“Look,” he said, “once we finish at my place, we’ll head out and hit this burger place I know, nice booths, privacy... we can talk... and then I’ll send you home.”

He paused, almost as if the idea just hit him.

“We shouldn’t mention any of this to Kayley,” Leroy said. “She’d take it the wrong way. You jerking off to strippers and all. Just say you were out with friends.”

He laughed, conveying the ridiculousness of it. Another little wedge inserted.

“Don’t even mention my name. Shit, if she knew it was just us, she’d be asking questions.”

Driven a little deeper.

“Yeah,” Sam agreed, he could see it, she didn’t need to know the full story, and even an edited version could e awkward. “I better leave you out of it.”

“Hermanos!” Leroy almost roared.

“Hermanos!” Sam laughed.

Lumps of sugar, soft words, leading the horse to its own gelding. Easing, leading Sam willingly into the role that Leroy would assign him.

Never quite realizing until it was too late. Never realizing he needed to fight, until it was already over.

“Tonight,” Leroy said, “I’ll give you a call, we’ll sort things out over the phone. You know, I was thinking, to thank you for the restaurants... How about I collect some ingredients, come over this week, cook you guys a restaurant quality meal. Make a thing of it. Afterwards we can all hang out, talk, watch TV, play board games - doesn’t matter, as long as it’s normal stuff.”

“That sounds good actually,” Sam smiled.

Leroy clapped him on the shoulder.

“Then let’s hit the road.”