I walked into the bosses office of the Cheeks strip club….ok more like wobbled into the bosses office after having *Mr. Interested* aka Josef Hartman freely pound my happily now sore sensitive pussy.
Still can’t believe I was stupid enough to let him cum in me and raw at that but God during that orgasm high I do say some stupid shit.
Not that I have to worry about getting pregnant because of my IUD but still I might have to go to a store and get a form of ‘Plan B’ after the copious amounts of cum Josef dumped into my greedy pussy as I begged him for more.
For nearly four glorious hour’s Josef greedily made my body his to play with and I loved every second of it though he was the one who had to stop pounding me and pay Josh for the additional time and clean up fee. As well as make my stack of bills even fatter but I didn’t care at that moment for I was in orgasmic bliss.
My pussy of course sent my brain every feeling that went through my lower lips telling me every bump, every vein, the exact size as my pussy convulsed and quivered as the flesh rod penetrated my velvety insides as it slid along every fold and crevice inside my pussy sending all sorts of feel good to my brain until it shorted out and I was nothing but an organic pile of goo begging for more and more from my dick’s owner.
After we were done Josef got himself dressed and informed me he could have gone longer but needed to head to work which was good because I was officially spent. Though I was amazed that his dick remained hard upon him zipping himself up.
As I laid there in my orgasm comatose state I thought maybe I should have ALL my men take this ‘Everwood’ drug if it made Josef perform this well. I felt my pussy and immediately thought against it as there no amount of kegel exercise to undo that level of punishment.
One thing was certain Josef Hartman was a literal FUCKING GOD!!!!
Josh was nice enough to help me up and help get me dressed as SO MUCH cum leaked out of me from Josef’s onslaught there was a steady pool of his seed on the floor.
But now I was paying the price with wobbly legs, a sore pussy, definitely fatigued as the multitude of orgasms robbed me of my energy. Oh and the awesome feeling of having his warm cum still slowly leak out of my pussy.
A price I gladly would pay again.
Maybe I should call him up to have another round once my contract with my *admirer* is over.
After the deed was done I promised Josef that I would walk into my bosses office and quit on the spot. Effectively shitting on my bosses desk or some manner of formal good bye.
Josef promised me after our romp that Monday morning his client, my *admirer*, now new boss would wire me my first installment along with a proposed date when I can meet my new boss.
But first I had to record my quitting with my new *boss* watching.
So I had to go to my locker retrieve my phone. Connect it and make sure my new *boss* was connected before I even went to my now old boss to quit.
The man sitting at the desk greedily counting all the cash HE earned from us GIRL’S to shake our booties in special over rated rooms sat Stan Surveli.
A man, I had grown to hate, who stood at a short pudgy 5’6” with a shaved head and notorious brown eyes.
Granted Stan was semi nice to us girl’s. Semi being the heavily used word.
He had never called on me to help with his frustration on a slow night personally but he had tried to convince other girl’s in order to keep their job to help with his frustration.
But the *help* he gave us was helping speed up our registration for our dancing license or we couldn’t work. Or he made a deal with a gym to help keep us fit but only covered half the monthly payment….if we had enough nightly VIP sessions that is.
The only thing he did good for me was agreeing to MY schedule and whenever he ‘accidentally’ scheduled me on a school night or a night I had a private night for my *affection* services he would immediately change it.
So in reality he wasn’t ***TOO*** bad……I guess.
Still he was sleazy and reminded me of your stereo typical pervy bad guy in films.
He took one look at me and frowned, “What are you doing here Mary?”
I looked at him defiantly, “I’m just here to tell you tonight was my last night.”
He quickly got up, “But you can’t! You’re my most valued dancer.”
I stared, “Can’t be helped a person made me an offer I can’t refuse.”
He walked around, “What’s the offer? I’ll double it….. no triple it if you stay.”
I looked at him, “How do you plan on doing that when all of us get paid under the table and survive on tips that YOU take a cut of.”
He didn’t blink an eye at having US pay him to RENT our lockers and RENT our mirrors. The bastard takes so much to pay the bouncers, the dj, the bartenders, and the drink girl’s as he affectionately calls them and only gives us back crumbs.
Naturally we DANCER’S simply pay because if it weren’t for the bouncer’s we’d never be safely escorted back to our car’s. It wouldn’t help the DJ stay afloat. And it wouldn’t help the bartender.
But between us DANCER’S and the DRINK GIRL’S the tips we make easily covers this assholes pay.
He quickly spoke, “Fine no rent for your locker or your mirror. And I’ll only take half for the VIP rooms. Doesn’t that sound enticing?”
I pinched the bridge of my nose after hearing Stan’s ridiculous counter offer.
Why didn’t I just go strip at the other club? I heard the owner there was nice and actually paid everyone good.
Yet I stuck with this asshat for what…. because he never asked me to blow him and he changed my schedule for MY needs.
I sighed, “It’s over Stan I’m gone.”
He looked at me, “Fine you owe me $400 for your weeks rent.”
I looked at him shocked he had the gall to demand I pay for MY locker and mirror.
You want money fucker after I made you over $1,000 dollars???
Alright fucker I got your money. I took four $100 bills out of my purse where my cell was facing him. Held it up for him to see them quickly stuffed them into my panties were *Mr. Interested’s* cum was still leaking out of my pussy got as much of the cum onto them. Pulled them out crumbled them and threw at his face with a ceremoniously bark, “I’m done fucker.”
I slightly inwardly smiled when one of the crumbled $100 bills stuck to his face for a few seconds before it dropped to the ground.
Stan for his part stood in shock as he witnessed me stuff cash into my thong literally wipe as much cum as I could before throwing it at him.
I turned and began to stomp out of his office as he yelled at me, “Good leave you old hag I’ll make sure you never work as a stripper in this state again.”
I got to the door as he added, “Leave your outfits for the next young thing that takes your place.”
Oh hell no!
I turned to face, “The fuck I will. I paid for those outfits I’m taking those outfits along with ALL my stuff you traitorous leech.”
I turned grabbed the door exited and slammed the door with all my might.
I stormed to the dressing room and literally grabbed all my belongings as the dressing room was cricketsville which was good because I don’t like awkward goodbyes.
Still Josh was nice enough to stick around and help me carry all my stuff as well as escort me to my car.
I smiled at him. Hugged him and kissed him on the cheek as well as slipping him $500 for his troubles.
With my car packed with now nonessential shit I’ll probably never wear again I looked at my phone to see one text from my new *boss*.
*Unknown: good girl. I’ll be in touch.*
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