She laughed loudly. "Oh, that isn't all, darling," she said. "Denton offered me a new job. I won't be waiting tables any more. I'll be dancing, and after the show, I'll be entertaining his favorite customers – in private."
Hal went pale. "You mean…?" he said.
Brenda nodded. "Sure," she said. "I intend to lay plenty of men, and I might as well get paid for it."
Hal looked completely destroyed. She felt no pity for him. She remembered vividly the terrible pain she'd felt when she came home and found him fucking Debby.
Later she went to Debby's room to talk to her. The girl was unnaturally quiet that day, lying on her bed reading. She looked frightened when Brenda came into the room.
"Mom," she said quickly, "about last night – I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. I never even thought about that. I just wanted to find out more about sex, and Hal showed me. It was so much fun, I just forgot about everything else."
Brenda put her arm around her daughter. "I understand," she said. "I wish you'd waited longer, or that it had been someone besides Hal, but what's done is done. You just go ahead and do what you want, dear. It's all right with me if you go on making it with him."
Debby hugged her mother. "Oh, Mom," she said gratefully, "you're wonderful."
Brenda smiled distantly. She knew she was far from wonderful. She was just a bitter woman who didn't care any more.
When she arrived at the club, she went to Denton's office to see if her new costume was ready. He grinned lewdly at her when she walked in. It didn't bother her like it had done before. She was interested only in his cock – and that went for every other man she might meet from now on.
"Baby," Denton said eagerly, "you're gonna be a hit, I know it. I got one of my best customers out there tonight, Sid Taggert, a real big spender. If he likes you, we got it made."
"I'll do my best," said Brenda. "And if he likes me, am I supposed to entertain him afterward?"
Denton leered at her. "Yeah," he said, "and I know you'll be good at that, too."
Brenda ignored his remark. "What about my costume?" she said.
Denton produced a big box from behind his desk. He took the lid off, parted some tissue paper, and drew out the new costume. It was a slinky, black-sequined bikini with fringes, which would bounce when she danced. It was like the waitresses' costumes only skimpier and more suggestive.
"Try it on," said Denton.
Brenda quickly stripped in front of him. He gawked and licked his lips, but it didn't bother her any more. She put on the new costume and walked to the mirror.
"Fantastic," said Denton.
He wasn't exaggerating. The costume was made for her, showing off her lushly curved body. The tiny bra barely contained her big swelling breasts. It looked as if they would pop out at any moment, and Brenda discovered that if she leaned forward, her nipples showed. She could use that to advantage in her dance.
The tiny black panties were scandalously revealing. In front there was a small triangle of black sequins that barely covered her bush. In fact if you looked closely, you could see a few curly hairs escaping. In back there was nothing but a pair of thin straps that met just above her buttocks and disappeared down the crease. The two enticing globes of her ass were completely uncovered. "You like it?" Denton said eagerly.
"Perfect," said Brenda. "When do I start?"
"As soon as we've got a crowd," he said. "Probably an hour or so."
He stepped closer to her. He couldn't take his eyes off her tall curved body, so enticingly revealed in the scanty costume. He licked his lips.
"Say, baby," he said, "we got a little time. How about a quickie before the show starts?"
Brenda looked him over coolly. The crotch of his pants was sharply tented. He looked at her pleadingly. It was like she was the boss now, not him. She despised him – but she remembered that he was a good fuck.
"Why not?" she said.
Coolly, Brenda walked over to his desk and braced her hands on it, her enticing half-naked ass turned toward him. She pulled down her panties and let them slip down to her ankles. She bent lower, exposing the ripe red line of her slit.
"Make it fast," she said. "I want to practice my dance before I go on."
She could hear his loud breathing as he approached her, the slithery sound of cloth as he let his pants drop. She didn't turn and look at him. She wasn't interested in him as a person. She was only interested in that thick hard prick of his. Her cunt began to cream hotly in anticipation.
Denton poked the big hard head of his dick into her wet cunt mouth. Brenda sighed and spread her legs a little more. He pushed, and she felt his wonderfully thick meat gliding up her cunt. It felt great.
"Deeper," she said breathlessly. "Get it all the way in… Then fuck me hard!"
Like Hal, he obeyed without question. He pushed his thick wet cock all the way to her womb, pressing in hard. He began to move in her, slamming his fat pole in and out in quick deep thrusts. Brenda sighed huskily.
"Good for you, doll?" he panted.
"Don't talk," she said curtly. "Just ball me."
He shut up and did his job. His thick throbbing meat jerked hard and fast in her wet hot box. Brenda moaned. This was what she'd be living for from now on, the hard simple pleasure of being fucked. Nothing else mattered.
Denton held out till she came twice, and then he moaned and she felt his hot juice spurting into her, dripping down her legs. She jerked away from him, his limp prick popping from her cunt.
"Get me a towel," she said coldly. "I don't want to ruin my costume."
He fetched a towel. He was like a dog in his subjection to her. Brenda cleaned herself off and left the office, Denton staring longingly after her.
Her dance was a big success. Brenda thought that was funny, since she'd never danced professionally before. The band played hard rock music, and all she did was shake her body, showing off her huge swelling tits and her shapely little ass. The customers stared at her hungrily, applauded wildly.
She wondered which one was Sid Taggert, Denton's best customer. As she danced, she looked around the crowd of flushed leering faces. Toward the back of the room, sitting, alone at a large table, she saw one man who wasn't leering. He looked appreciative but cool.
He was about fifty, lean and tanned, expensively dressed. Even from the stage she could see the rings glittering on his fingers. He sipped a martini and followed her writhing body with his cool brown eyes. Somehow that look turned her on wildly.
"Shake it, baby," somebody said, some loud leering drunk in the audience.
"Take it off," somebody else said.
The crowd had to be pleased, so Brenda grinned wickedly and leaned far forward, briefly showing her large brown nipples. There was shouting and applause. She straightened up again and went on with her dance. It gave her a strange feeling of power to know that she could have any man in the room. She could have fucked them right on stage.
She didn't want just any man, though. She wanted that cool silver-haired guy in the back. He was better than all those drooling panting slobs in the audience.
When her dance was finished, she went behind the bar and poured herself a stiff drink. Usually she didn't drink on the job, but tonight she wanted to blot out everything, lose herself in the pleasure to come.
Louis the bartender winked at her. "Baby, that was some performance," he said. "You really turned me on – me and everybody else."
"Thanks," said Brenda. "Listen, who's that guy in the back, the one with the rings?"
Louis looked. "That's Sid Taggert," he said. "He's got so much money, he papers his walls with it. Why? Does he interest you?"
"He interests me," Brenda said.
"I can set you up with him," Louis said, "get him to ask you over for a drink."
"Never mind," said Brenda. "Denton will take care of it."