Sydney all the while kept up her professional smile, though there was plain disgust etched in her eyes. Every time she looked at DJ, it was with a curious mixture of desperate pleading and impotant rage.
Finally, the clients began heading home, and the club’s DJ announced closing time. DJ—DJ Swanson, that is—was sure by now he could’ve kept the place open, but he’d had enough fun in his role of pimp to the reluctant stripper. He told Sydney to go get dressed, then meet him in the parking lot to get her money.
She came out a short time later, now dressed casually in a sweater and blue jeans, and strode right up to him, a feisty contorting her beautiful face. “Where’s my fucking money.”
DJ took out his wallet and produced it, counting it out bill by bill. “That’s $2,720. Not a bad haul for a night’s work.”
“I fucking earned it, that’s for sure.” She held out a hand imperiously.
“Hey now. Earlier, I told you to take off your clothes for me, and you decided not to do it. You decided to be a tease instead.” He clucked his tongue at her reprovingly, shaking his head.
“Yeah, then you brought me up on stage and let every guy in the place use my body like it was a fucking playground. I’d say we’re even.”
He chuckled. “This isn’t about getting even. This is about you being told to do something, and deciding not to do it. Now, if you want your cut of this money, you’ll take off your clothes, right now, and then you’ll ask me—very nicely—to let you earn it.”
“Take off my… here in the parking lot? You’re fuckin’ crazy if you think that’s worth it to me. Keep the goddamn money—those stupid assholes will be in here every night for the next year paying whatever I feel like charging. Advertisement like that and I’ll make ten times that much before the month’s out.” She rifled through her purse and got out her keys. She hit a button on the remote and lights flashed on a modest little hatchback.
DJ followed her to her car, then just before she got there he reached out and calmly tugged the keys out of her hand. She didn’t resist in the slightest.
Sydney frowned. “Now what? You wanna steal my car now too?”
“I’ve put it up for sale.” She gave him a questioning look. “I already told you the price.”
She sighed. “Come on. Do I really have to…?” He pocketed the keys and folded his arms across his chest. “You know? Fuck this. I’ll call a cab.”
A moment later, her cell phone joined her keys. She then tried to bum a ride off the bouncer, but after DJ said she was with him, the beefy man shrugged and got in his car, abandoning her. Same with the DJ, the bartender, the other girls. The parking lot was clear except for their two cars, and the two of them. The increasingly confident DJ, who had sobered up now, was enjoying tormenting the lazy cock-tease, but moreover was making mental notes on the extent of his power. He seemed to be able to coerce people easily enough, but it didn’t take away their free will, or their natural desires. It was like he could take someone by the hand and walk them out into traffic, maybe nag them until they went on their own, but he seemingly couldn’t just order them to go and see them mindlessly obey.
Not that DJ was complaining about the limitation. Really, it was more satisfying that she retained her feelings about things. Otherwise, this might all seem like a reward.
Sydney was peering around as if looking for another way out and finding nothing. He could see her contemplating hitch-hiking, but seemed to realize he could stop that just as easily. She could run, maybe, out-pace him, find a pay-phone or stick her thumb out to passing traffic, but a pretty young woman alone at night with not even a cell phone was an easy target.
She groaned in frustration. “Fine. FINE. I’ll take my fucking clothes off.” With no artistry at all, she hastily tugged off her sweater, followed by her pants as she stepped into and out of her sandals. She set them on top of her car while DJ took in the sight of her in normal underwear. She was still sexy as hell of course, but there was something more natural to it like this. (If any of this could be considered natural, he supposed.)
A moment later, her bra joined her other clothes and then after still seeing DJ’s arms folded patiently across his chest, her little blue panties as well. She stood there buck-assed naked, the only thing covering her skin her tattoos and a dozen-odd men’s signatures in what she could only pray wasn’t permanent marker.
“There, you happy now? I’m naked again. Need the sandals too?” she asked sarcastically.
“You’re partway there. Take off your clothes, and…”
She sighed, and went on in a tone that was pure annoyance. “Fine. Oh baby baby you make me so hot blah blah blah just fuck me already.”
DJ shook his head. “I said ask nicely, Syd.”
Her jaw clenched, then she tried again through gritted teeth. “Pretty pretty please would you fuck me.”
“They call that asking nicely where you come from?” He laughed reprovingly.
Sydney composed herself, then plastered on her stripper smile and batted her eyelashes. “Wanna fuck me, sweetie?”
He casually folded his arms across his chest. “Nicer.”
Sydney’s sultry, fake smile broadened, and her voice rose almost an octave in pitch. “Pwetty pwetty pwease would you fuck me? Pweeeeease? I’d be ever so gwateful.”
DJ stroked his chin consideringly; Sydney actually looked hopeful that he’d finally give in. “I dunno, I’m still not convinced you want it. I thought you were a professional—where’s the salesmanship?”
Sydney took a deep breath, then rubbed her temples a moment—whether trying to work out the headache he was giving her or just getting into character, he wasn’t sure. When she looked back up, she had a smoky, desperate, lustful look on her face that took his breath away. She jiggled up against him, taking his hands and putting them on her bare ass, her pale skin cold from the night air, then wrapped her arms around his neck and squashed her big tits against his chest.
“Baby, I need this. I’m so fucking horny I can barely think straight. My pussy is wetter than it’s ever been just thinking about you sticking your cock in me. Please, baby. I’ll be the best piece of ass you’ve ever had—that you’ll ever have. Just fuck me. Please baby, just fuck me right here, right now. Stick your fucking cock in me before I go crazy.”
One of her hands reached down and began undoing his pants. Transfixed, he just stared vacantly at her as she continued. “You like my ass? Let me bend myself over the hood of my car and you can play with it the whole time you’re drilling me. I saw how hard your big cock got watching me get spanked—you wanna spank it? Or do you wanna see my titties bounce? Yeah, I see you like my big fucking tits. Climb on into my backseat and I’ll ride you so good, baby, and you can watch these big tits bounce and bounce and bounce while I’m fucking you.”
His pants fell around his ankles, and he kicked them off with urgency. Sydney stroked his cock with her silky soft hand, still begging. “Just fuck me, baby. Fuck my brains out. Fuck me so hard I can’t walk right for a week. Fuck me so good that for the rest of my life every guy I ever screw again makes me wish he was you. Fuck me. Please, baby. Fuck—”