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   Snake flipped all the lights on and turned off the bright red boom box
and a collective groan went up from all the guys at whatever social hall we
were at.  The bachelor party was over.  I got off the table and began
slipping my tight pink dress back on.  There were slight protests and
requests for more time but no one seriously dared argue with Snake.  He was
about six and a half feet tall and had about 240 or 250 pounds of muscle,
tattoos, and piercings.  He was usually decked out in leather and chains.
You could even see muscles on his shaved head.

   We headed into the frosty night and quickly got into the van to head
back to the club.  It was well after closing but we needed to grab our
belongings and our vehicles before we called it a night.  I was pretty
tired so I just leaned my head against the window and we rode back to Club
_______ in a comfortable silence.  I always felt protected when I did a
private show with Snake.  He was exactly the type of intimidating presence
you wanted to escort strippers.  He was business-like, professional, and in
control.

   When we got back to the club it looked empty from the outside.  Inside
however, there were a few lights on in the main stage area and muffled
music playing.  Travis, the club DJ was mixing some Cd's.  Unlike Snake,
Travis was not professional.  He worked at the club for one reason --
access to naked women.  He was 5-10 or so, skinny with died black hair, and
he constantly wore a mischievous grin.  He was constantly making unwanted
sexual advances toward us girls.  Rumor had it that he had supplied drugs
to some of the girls and managed to weasel sex from some on occasion.

   I gathered my clothes from the back, but decided not to change.  It was
a short drive, I just wanted to get home and shower.  I put my clothes in
my bag and returned to the front, sitting on one of the three runways while
I waited for Snake to shut things down and lock up.  I was sitting far
enough away from Travis's booth but slithered up to me anyway and put his
hand on my knee.  "You and the Snake-man out late, huh?  He drive around
while you gave him road head?" I pushed his hand off of me and glared at
him.  "Like you never bobbed on Snake's snake before on the way home from a
Private," he said.

   "Fuck off Travis," I replied.  He knew I did not like him.

   "Such ugly words from such a pretty girl," he said with a grin.  "Are
you sure you didn't mean 'Fuck me Travis.'?"

   "What are you doing Travis?" Snake asked coldly as he entered the room.
Finally, my friend and protector was here to chase off Travis the Creep.

   "Just trying to sample the goods, Snake.  You know, dip my pen in the
company ink."

   "Not this one," Snake said sitting on the other side of me on the
runway, much to my momentary relief.  "She's too good for us." Thank God
Snake was there to set him strai-- Wait a minute.  What did he say?  I
realized that he had said it condescendingly and was staring at me with a
look of disgust.  We sat in silence while I absorbed what he had said. 
"We're just here to be servants in her world while she prances around on
stage."

   "That--that's not true," I stammered.

   "Your just another prude," Snake retorted with a disdain in his eyes.

   I don't know how Snake got these ideas about me or how long they had
been simmering underneath the surface, but at that point I was determined
to prove him wrong.  I leaned back and lifted my leg, putting it between
Snake's legs.  I slowly moved it up and down, rubbing his crotch.  I was
still shocked about what he had said and I wanted to prove to him that I
was just the opposite of what he felt.  Travis didn't need an invitation as
he began rubbing my thigh of my right leg and spreading it further from my
left leg which was still working Snake's lap as I leaned backward on the
stage.  Travis then leaned in and clutched at my boobs through the low cut
dress and began licking my exposed bosom.  I tried to keep eye contact with
Snake, but this was no longer "Snake my protector", it was now a different
Snake.  More like "Snake my predator".  He grabbed my calf and he and
Travis leaned me back onto the wooden floor of the runway.  Travis pulled
on the thin dress, easily pulling the pink, stretch microfiber down
exposing my 34DD breasts.  Before I knew it he was sucking on them while
Snake reached up my dress to rub my bare crotch.  They combined to push my
dress to my midriff, leaving me exposed and vulnerable as I lay there,
surrendering to their advances.  After a couple of minutes of them groping
me, Snake hopped down and sat in a chair.  He hoisted my legs onto his
shoulders expertly began to take his tongue to my pussy lips.  He moved his
long, course tongue up and down my pussy lips and licking at it teasingly
until he had me moaning.  Then he sank his pierced tongue into my moistness
and began to pleasure me like a pro.  Travis soon jumped to his knees and
began to swivel his hips in my face.  He unbuckled and lowered his tacky
leather pants half a foot or so as he rubbed his cock through his thin
boxers.  I couldn't believe I was letting this sleazeball in on the
festivities, but it did always excite me to let guys I hated have their way
with me, so I guess it was only a matter of time before he got me.  My
hands lay stretched out at my sides, clawing in vain at the wooden ground
as Snake ran his tongue through me.  Travis whipped out his dong and to my
surprise, I had about 10 inches of meat in my face, bouncing up and down!
It was long and skinny and he teased my eager mouth with it, rubbing the
head against my lips and on my cheeks.  Finally, he parted my red lips and
sank it home.  I gagged as he forced it slowly in my mouth and against my
throat.  He reached back with his right hand and squeezed my boobs while I
moved my neck so I could suck up and down on his prick.  He began to bounce
his hips, slowly at first, and then gaining speed until he was fucking my
mouth.  He got a little rough and at one point my head bounced off the
floor, but I hardly noticed as Snake was slowly bringing me to orgasm.

   "Dude, you should see little whore with my dick in her mouth, She's like
a little blond fuck doll," Travis said, ever so eloquently.

   I gagged and choked on his meat.  My body quivered as Snake was bringing
me to ecstasy with his experienced tongue.  My moans were muffled by
Travis's dick filling my mouth.  He slid it out, slid back, and layed it
between my titties.  I was free to moan with my mouth free from his long
rod.  Snake was a master with his studded tongue and I began to climax, my
moans building as he worked me.  I climaxed and Snake backed off, leaving
Travis titty-fucking me.  "I wanted to fuck these titties for a long time,"
Travis offered as he pushed and mashed them around with his hands as his
rod slid back and forth between my boobies, their sweat from the friction
and hot club providing a natural lube.

   Snake stood up and unbuckled his pants.  He crawled up on my left side
and pulled his penis out beside my face.  It was just a little shorter than
Travis's but much thicker.  Before I knew it, it was in my mouth.  I tried
to suck for all I was worth.  Not only to repay him for the great oral, but
to show him that I was not a tease or a prude.  He grabbed a handful of my
hair and moved my face back and forth on his penis.  Soon, his hairy balls
were bouncing off my chin as he moaned and picked up speed, bobbing my head
up and down.  Travis continued to titty fuck me, but from time to time, he
would also reach back, slip a pair of fingers into my twat, and frig me for
a thirty seconds or so.

   "I always knew you were a dirty little whore," Snake hissed.  "Suck on
my hog.  I see how much you enjoy giving lap dances and grinding on boners
of guys you don't even know.  It's about time you give something to the
guys who make it possible.  You love stripping, don't you?  Just like a
little slut.  Where do you want to paint her Trav?"

   Before Travis could answer, Snake unloaded his cream into my mouth.  All
of his semen slid down my throat except for a little string that ran down
my face.  He got out of the way just in time as Travis finished fucking my
tits and soaked my with two good shots.  He smirked with satisfaction as he
looked down at his handy work, my face splattered with cum.  "I wish this
club were full so we could make her our bukacky(?) queen," Travis said.  He
whacked his stick off my face a few times trying in vain to pop out some
more jizz.  Instead he just splattered the cum that was on my face into my
eye.  I felt someone, probably Snake hand me a towel.  I began to clean my
face with it.  As soon as I finished dabbing off, Snake pulled my shoulder
until I was on my hands and knees.  He knelt in front of me at the edge of
the stage.

   "What do you think?" he asked Travis who had positioned himself behind
me.

   "I think I wanna fuck this little bimbo," Travis replied in typical
Travis fashion.  God did I hate him.  They continued to converse as if I
weren't even there.

   "You should see when I take her to a bachelor party like tonight," Snake
said, talking over me to Travis.  "You can see all the guys wanna fuck her
brains out...and if I weren't there she'd probably let them."

   "I bet.  I always knew she was a slut.  It's about time we got to fuck
her.  So it's pretty hot?  The private strip shows?" Travis inquires.

   "She grinds all over them, sticks her face up against their junk, lets
them suck on her big titties.  Tonight they licked whipped cream off of her
and stuck little lollipops into her big pussy.  She's a total slut and the
guys love it....so does she."

   "Don't you," he asked, finally turning his attention toward me.  He
grabbed me by the front of my neck and let his once again hardening dick
bounce off my face.  His big, muscular fingers dug into my throat, making
it difficult for me to breathe for a few seconds.  I never saw this side of
Snake before.  It shouldn't have surprised me that much.  He is a tatted,
pierced up strip club bouncer named Snake.

   WHACK!  Travis smacked me in the ass from behind with his bare hand. 
Travis's behavior did not surprise me on the other hand.  WHACK!  He
cracked my ass again.  I knew he was a perv.  WHACK!  WHACK!  WHACK!  He
howled with delight as he turned my ass red.  WHACK!  WHACK!  WHACK! 
WHACK! WHACK!  "Alright, enough of this shit," he said, mercifully
signaling the end of my spanking.  "Let's get down to business." I suddenly
felt him enter my pussy with his long dick.  His hands seized my hips
underneath my tube dress which was still hanging around my waist.  He
thrust in and out as my pussy walls conformed to smugly accept him.  It
figured a jerk like him had a long one.  It's always the skinny dorks you
would never expect.  I had been surprised that he had been able to get with
girls at the club, but with a sword like this, no wonder he was so bold and
arrogant.  He penetrated me deeper and deeper and between this and Snake's
meaty paw wrapped around my throat, I was once again struggling for
breathe. He took some perverse joy in watching me get fucked by Travis's
long dick.

   "You like that, don't you bitch?" Snaked asked me.  "You like being
fucked by Travis's long dick." I didn't say anything, just gasped for air.
"Answer me!" he demanded.

   "Oh yes!" I managed to moan.

   "What?  Say it loud bitch!"

   "Yes!  Yes!"

   "Yes what?" he said squeezing my throat harder, till my face started
turning as red as my recently paddled ass.

   "Yes, I like being fucked by a big, long dick!  Ewwwww!  Oh yes, God!"

   "Tell Travis!"

   "Yeah, tell me bitch," Travis howled as he pumped me harder and harder.

   "Fuck me with that big dick Travis!"

   "Tell him you love it!"

   "I love it!  I love it Travis, please don't stop!" I gasped as Travis
picked up the pace, impaling me like a mad man.  WHACK!  He smacked my ass.
WHACK!  WHACK!  WHACK!  Then Snake got into the act reaching over my body
to smack my bottom a few times before taking a step back to watch me get
fucked.  Travis reached up and grabbed my shoulders, pulling me back harder
and harder onto his long pole.  "AHHHHHHHH, Oh God Yes!  Fuck me!" I
screamed.  He snarled and gnashed his teeth as he rode me, pulling my hair
back like an animal and trying to put on the hardest show for Snake.  His
pale, skinny hips working his dick into my tanned, soft body.

   "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.  Take it you little ho," Travis commanded
through gritted teeth as he alternated between grabbing my hips, pulling my
shoulders, or tugging on my hair.  Anything to increase the force with
which his dick was pounding me.

   "YES, GOD, YES!  Cum inside me you fucking asshole," I yelled,
remembering my contempt for DJ Boy.

   "Not yet," Snake demanded as Travis slowed and pulled out leaving me on
the brink.  Snake pulled me up to my feet by my hair, a tangle of blond
hair wrapped around his burly knuckles.  He picked me up from behind by my
waist and shoved me against the pole in the middle of the stage.  Travis,
who was kneeling nearby, pulled my pink stretch dress from my waist, down
my legs until it was completely off.  Then he layed back on the wooden
platform, crumpling my dress up and placing it behind his head like a
pillow.  His stiff boner was sticking straight up, with a little bend in
it. "Now, are you ready for a fat cock in your ass Ginger?  Are you ready
to squeal like a pig." He turned around and pushed me to my knees right
over top of Travis.  Travis grabbed me by the hair and pulled me till I was
laying on top of him, his rod sticking against my tummy and pussy.  He
stuck his tongue in my mouth and flicked it against mine.  He reached down
and eased his dick into my soaking wet pussy, our tongues swirling together
inside my mouth.  I never would have imagined his vile tongue would touch
me, let alone me welcoming it into my mouth as I caressed it and sucked up
his juices lustfully.  Snake knelt behind me.  He grabbed my right hip with
one hand and placed his cock against my tight asshole with the other.  With
nothing more than sweat and a dab of spit as lubricant, he began to enter
me.

   "No, Ohhhh fuck!  Stop!  Stop!  No," I pleaded, as I pulled my mouth
away from mine and Travis's sloppy kiss.  He ignored me, pushing further.
Travis continued to fuck my twat, scooping my tits into his mouth, sucking
away.  Snake pushed down, his dick pushing further into my ass.  "Fuck
Snake!  No!  Oh God, no!  Awwww!  Ohhhhh!  Shit!" He eased it further and
further as Travis bit my rock-hard nipples.  Once it was all the way in I
began to change from "No" to "Yes!" "Owww!  Yes!  Yes!  Yes!!!"

   "Beg me, Ginger.  Beg me to fuck your ass, slut!" Snake shouted.

   "Oh, God, Snake!  Fuck me!  Fuck my ass baby!" He began to slowly fuck
my asshole as Travis jammed his manhood into my pussy, sucking on and
biting my titties.  "C'mon Snake!  Fuck me!  Fuck me like crazy!"

   "You are a little whore," he growled into my hear as he started fucking
me harder and harder.  "Your gonna limp down this runway every night for a
week."

   "Ohhhhh!  OHHH!  OHHHH!  God Snake!  Yes!  Fuck me!  OHHHHH!!!" They
both started picking up the pace.  Faster and faster in perfect rhythm like
pistons up and down in my holes.  My body was convulsing in ecstasy.  I was
being tag teamed on the filthy runway of the strip club.  And I loved it! I
could only imagine if the chairs were filled with horny men, watching my
body trapped between these two possessed animals.  They kept using the
initials D.P.  which I later learned meant "Double-penetrated".  That's
what I was.  Double-penetrated, fucked, and abused.  In all the right ways!
"OHHHHH, GOD!" I screamed.  "FUCK ME!" I was nearly out of breathe.  I
thought I'd never be able to catch it.  My body and my soul were being
violated by their cocks.  Travis's, so long and slender, pushing further
against my belly.  And Snake's, so thick and wide, stretching my asshole
out, his hairy balls slapping against my ass.  "Whack, whack, whack, whack,
whack, whack, whack, whack," they hit my bum again and again.  Snake's
weight pushed me down onto Travis's rod as our sweat produced a puddle on
the stage, sliding us around as they gored me.  Orgasm after orgasm seemed
to rock my body.  I lost control and went limp as they pounded away.  I
thought I was gonna pass out.  Then I felt Travis's load fill my belly.  I
instantly prayed that I wouldn't get pregnant with HIS child.  I couldn't
stand the thought of having his offspring.  He layed back and closed his
eyes as he released a second stream into me.  Snake grabbed my hair and
pulled me back hard.  He had popped his dick out of my ass which caused me
to offer up a loud scream, "OHHHHHHHH GOOOODDDD!!!" Snake whacked his penis
off my ass, asking me how I liked being double fucked, and calling me a
fuck doll!  Finally I felt his warm, gooey cum splash onto the small of my
back and my round ass.  He released his grip on my hair as we fell, all
three of us laying in a pond of sweat.  They got up and turned the lights
off and double checked the locks as I lay there, staring up at the ceiling,
my body aching, ravaged, and full of cum.

   From then on, every time I came out and began to move down that runway,
I seemed to catch Snake's eyes as we both smiled and remembered how I got
fucked on it.  As far as Travis's?  I'm back to ignoring and dis-liking
him. Of course, he gets the last laugh.  Watching me strip on the same
stage that he fucked me on and smirking like an arrogant prick whenever I
look at him.























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