Denton looked angry, but she didn't stay around to hear what else he had to say. She was glad she was quitting soon. Old Mr. Green had been polite, even courtly, to the girls. Denton was repulsive. He'd looked at her like she was just a cunt on legs, an object to be exploited.
The night continued slow, and Brenda found herself standing around with nothing to do. She couldn't help thinking about Hal and how wonderful it would be to be home now in bed with him. She grew hot and horny at the very thought. She imagined his wonderful thick cock sliding into her – and she felt a scalding burst of juice in the crotch of her panties.
Oh-oh, she thought, I better get busy.
To take her mind off her agonizing horniness, she went behind the bar and started washing some glasses for Louis. Irresistibly, though, she drifted back to her thoughts of Hal and his fantastic lovemaking. She could hardly wait to get home and climb into bed with him. If he was asleep, she'd pump his cock… She was so lost in her horny fantasy that she forgot the world around her.
From behind, somebody slipped a finger inside the crotch of her panties.
Brenda gasped and straightened up from the sink. The thick hot finger tickled deliciously over her swollen wet pussy, inching up into her greedy nipping cunt. For a moment she lost control of herself, thrusting her hips back to meet the thrusting finger, taking it far up her famished twat. She moaned softly.
Then she came to her senses, remembering that she was standing at the bar in the club. She could hardly let whoever-it-was frig her in front of the customers. She jerked her hips forward and the finger slipped out of her panties.
Brenda turned around and saw Louis the bartender, a big, balding guy, winking at her.
"Louis," she said, blushing furiously, "where do you get off pulling a stunt like that?"
He grinned. "It's because you're leaving, Brenda. I always wanted to cop a feel, and I figured this was my last chance."
Brenda had to laugh. Louis was a nice guy, a buddy, and he was just putting her on. She felt a little ashamed, though, of how aroused she'd gotten just from feeling his finger up her box. My God, she must really be horny… All the more reason to get home to Hal.
At quitting time, Denton called her into his office again.
Brenda was tired, dying to get home, and she could have screamed with impatience. She walked briskly into the office and found Denton lounging behind his desk. She began to think that the long thin black cigar was part of his face. When he saw her, he sat up straight and grinned, his eyes making a quick sweep of her body in the skimpy red costume.
"Yes, Mister Denton?" she said briskly. "You wanted to see me?"
"Just to see if you've changed your mind about my offer," he said. "In fact, I'll make it even better. I've been thinking of having a go-go dancer and a small band. I'll make you the dancer, Brenda, and I'll triple your salary. You won't have to peddle drinks any more."
Brenda sighed. It was the kind of opportunity she'd always dreamed of during those ten long years of grubbing for a living – and now she didn't need it.
"I'm sorry, Mister Denton," she said. "A week ago I would have jumped at the chance, but now I don't need the money. If you'll excuse me, I want to get home to my husband."
"Wait," said Denton.
He got out of his chair and strode to the door, standing in front of it, blocking her way. "I might as well level with you," he said. "There's a chance to make a lot more money than just triple your salary. Besides dancing, I'd want you to entertain my preferred customers. I want only beautiful girls with class – that's why you'll do and Lillian won't. In other words, baby, I'm putting in call girls. There's no limit to what you could make, sometimes over a hundred bucks a trick. You better think about it."
Brenda slowly reddened. So that was how he regarded her – as a potential whore.
"I don't need to think about it," she said icily. "You'll have to find yourself another girl."
Denton's handsome face twisted into a cruel leer. "Oh, I get it," he said. "You're too good for that kind of work. You don't do naughty things like sleep with men."
"Please get out of my way, Mister Denton," Brenda said. "Our talk is over. I want to go home."
She tried to push past him, but he seized her wrist and held it painfully tight.
"Our talk may be over," he said, "but our action ain't. You turned me on the minute I saw you, doll. Why don't you stick around awhile, have a drink with me?"
Brenda eyed him coldly. First he'd insulted her by offering her a job as a hooker, and now he wanted to treat her like one.
"Let me go," she hissed. "I want to go home."
He glared at her. "You're just too good for everything, aren't you?" he said. "Quit bullshittin' me, baby. Don't tell me that all the time you've worked here you haven't laid anybody. Don't tell me you didn't take a few customers home."
Brenda's face flamed. It was true, to her chagrin, that on a few occasions she'd taken men home from the club. Sometimes she'd gotten so unbearably horny she just had to.
"I'm only human," she said. "I've gone home with a few men, yes. But I picked them."
Denton laughed harshly. "And you're not picking me," he said, "is that it?"
"That's it," said Brenda. She was going to waste no more time being polite to this creep. The only thing that would stop him was a direct rejection – or a Sherman tank.
"Don't be too hasty," he said. "Lots of chicks think I'm pretty good in the hay."
"I'm sure they do," said Brenda wearily, "but you're not my type."
He bent her arm cruelly behind her back. "Baby," he said, "I got a feeling anything with a cock is your type."
She raised her arm to hit him in the face, but he laughed and pushed her back hard. Brenda stumbled and sat down on the floor. He was strong – and she was frightened.
"Please let me out of this room," she said. "My husband will be worried about me, wondering why I'm late."
"Sure," said Denton, "I'll let you out, on one condition. If you want out, you let me ball you."
Brenda glanced at his crotch. His fancy Italian suit was grossly tented at the fly. He meant business. She began to think fast. If she could throw him off his guard, just for a second, she could get out the door. The night cleaning crew would be there, and he wouldn't dare bother her in front of witnesses.
"All right," she said, faking a meek voice, "but make it fast. I want to get home."
Denton grinned. The bastard did have perfect teeth.
"That's more like it," he said. "You bet I'll make it fast. I'm damn near ready to cum right now. I don't know what it is, Brenda, but of all the girls, you're the only one that appeals to me."
Lucky me, Brenda thought dryly.
She started to take off her costume. She hated to undress in front of this creep and his leering eyes, but she figured it would distract him and give her a chance to run for the door. She gave him a slight smile as she tossed her red cowboy hat into a chair. She kicked off her high-heeled shoes and slowly took down her red net stockings.
Denton grinned and moved closer to watch her. He was now about three feet from the door, but he still blocked her way.
Giving him her sexiest smile, Brenda reached behind herself and unhooked the red-fringed bra-top of her costume. Denton's glittery brown eyes widened in anticipation. Slowly she let the bra drop down over the jutting points of her full breasts.
Her big creamy boobs popped into view, the light brown nipples taut and pointed. The huge globes quivered delicately. Denton was breathing so loud she could hear him, and his dark face flushed in horny appreciation as he gawked at her out sized breasts.