The Start of Club Dime ----------------------------------------------------------------- ------------ "Club Dime" is the start of a woman trying to break away from her past. If you like please let me know or if you found errors, thanks! ----------------------------------------------------------------- ------------ The place was fairly decent. The mirrors weren't that dirty, the toilets worked, and there wasn't any dead junky. Joann was very pleased by this, as she just acquired the wanna-be dance club from her great aunt Lauren Bisby, the richest penny pincher in all Oklahoma. Joann tied her beautiful red hair up, and dumped the bucket of soapy water onto the floors. Fuck. She cursed as the water slid acrossed her feet, she was grateful for the work. The place was pretty huge, slightly outdated (it was ran as a "disco" which after a couple hard years ended up being a place where Dealers hooked n00bs, and hoookers got their regular fucking). She remembered when she was younger how it was a very respectable place. She spent months chasing off the pimps and dealers, now she stood in the bathroom with soap foam soaking her shoes. She had her mop, and began scrubbing the grim off the tile. After hours she realised the floors were in pretty good shape, and so were most of the doors. She just would need a new coat of paint and they'd look decent. Decent. She snickered at herself, she had plans of making it a strip joint. She figures the girls would feel more comfortable with a female manager than a man. She was definetely not interested in them. And, all she wanted was the cash flow, she already had seven girls signed up waiting for the phone call. She liked them all, and they understood their cash intake would be tips-only. And, she would be taking ten percent until the place was totally on it's feet. Aunt Lauren kept all her contracts up to date, so Joann would have beer a plenty. Joann had her cousin Ronald paint a sign, and he paid for a few billboards with the up coming opening. Thank God for amazing family. She was the only one who wasn't fairing well, and she hated asking for money, but Ronald was amazing. He got her the local HipHop station to come in and play on the Opening. It was Pop 101 or something stupid like that, she wasn't sure but she didn't mind. Ronald was able to get them to DJ on Opening Night because the Owner owned Ronald a huge favour. He also was ordering in a new bar, which would be coming in this afternoon. She glanced at her wristwatch, gave her like, four hours before she could do anything. The floors of the bathroom were cleaned, and she couldn't do anything else. She decided to go to the Home depot, and get some paint. She was in her earlier years a painter for her father's painting company. They did houses and businesses, her arms were still in great shape from all the years helping his job make it. She locked up the business, and went to her car. She started the junked up nissan and started for the store. Traffic was light, which gave her a little space to day dream. Or well pingpong the past -- the business was going great until her brother pulled the rug from them. He had been stealing money from the company. He was the financial manager, and was pencilling in extra. His secretary knew what was going on, she never told --- she was fucking him, and getting half. And in the end, the company was caught, her father couldn't prove he didn't know what was going on...and now he was serving twenty for fraud, etc etc. Her brother? He managed to make it out of the country without his skinny bitch secretary -- she served five years. Joann smiled as she stopped at a red light. The store wasn't very far from the joint,and she quickly picked out the color -- the brightest white she could afford. She wanted the whole room so bright no one would want to stay in there. She also bought the brightest red they had. She only wanted her customers to piss and shit in the bathrooms, not shoot up or fuck someone. When she got back to the place, she had an hour, which would be awesome. She smeared the white on the walls, she was able to paint quickly and it looked professional. She loved that she could do this shit on her own, she didnt want to find an investor. Thank god for rich dead relatives. Her aunt left her enough cash to kick up business --- but not much else. She had to be successful. The bathroom was almost finished when there came a knock at the front doors ---and a man yelling for pick up. "I'm in here, hold on!" She yelled at him. He quit knocking once he heard footsteps heading his way. "Fucking hell, I've been standing out here for a half hour" He was a very scrawny man, his nose took up most of his face. His name tag that was sown on his shirt red "Frank". He had absolutely no facial hair, and he sniffed indifferently. He held out the clipboard that read off the terms of service, blahblahblahb. She scribbled what kind of was her signature. "I'm sorry, I was in the bathroom." She gently handed back the clipboard, batting her eyes. He didn't look once at her. She shrugged, opening the doors. He went back to the truck yelling obscenities at his partner. Minutes later they were dragging everything in. They were quick with it, which surprised her, the stools were sturdy, and everything was tight. ----------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------- "Man." Ronald started laughing, leaning against the bar, "Joann, this place looks amazing." She could barely hear him, the music was loud, and so were the people. She wasn't into hiphop or anything updated. But everyone around her seemed to be having an amazing time, the three bartenders were busy filling drinks, and the girls were working hard. It had a lounge feel, strip club. Those not on the polls were acting as waitresses. She had them in white button up shirts, tied up, and comfortable black shorts. They could pick what they wore on their feet --- she wanted sex appeal, and the people seemed to get into it. The girls she had on the polls were amazing. She had this girl who called herself Vanilla, who had herself contorted around that poll like she was trying to make love to it. Another Ginger, she was good with the strip tease, she barely touched the poll, and the guys tuned into that. They were enjoying that she was very touchy. She had an eighteen year old, fresh out of high school. She was nervous when she started that she wasn't getting many. But soon she started losing herself in the music, now she was rocking against an older mans crotch shaking her ta-ta's in his face. "I can't believe we're doing so well. That DJ is fucking awesome" Joann laughed, she was in her mid-thirties. She hadn't used that word outloud in so many years. Ronald could only shake his head at her. "I can't thank you enough Ronny" "I know." He leaned over and gave her a peck on the forehead. She could feel his hand slide to her ass, he gave her a squeeze, "You have always been so fucking sexy." She couldn't believe he said that outloud in front of so many people. She couldn't help but blush, but no one around them seemed to notice that he was groping his cousin. "Aren't we just a little too old for this?" She chided him, swiping away his hand. He smirked, moving closer to her. "Can't I get a little somethin' somethin??" He teased, he pinched her nipple. "Remember eighth grade?" "Ron, that's why I drink. I try to forget those days." She sighed leaning against the bar. A girl who looked totally underage was sitting beside her letting some guy Joann's age suck on her tit. There goes the classy Joann thought to herself. She swatted the guy "accidentally" pissing him off that he left the girl alone to pout. It reminded her too much of her eighth grade year.. "Surely you atleast enjoyed it..kinda?" He ran his hands against her firm stomach, "mmmm..." She couldn't help but respond to his hands. He always knew what to do with his hands, even when they were stupid little kids. They were only cousins by marriage, and Ronalds father had taken advantage of it. She was filling out quicker than most of the girls in her class, not only were boys her age noticing -- but so were the older ones. She liked it, she liked it a lot, she couldn't help but get a rush from it. But soon the attention was from her uncle.. He began nibbling on her neck, she tensed pulling away. "Relax a little." He smiled, and for some reason she did. She remembered when Ronald accidentally walked in on his father fucking her. He started crying, not knowing really what was happening, unlike her --- he was still into video games and saturday morning cartoons. She remembered how badly his father beat him that morning. His mom was at work, she worked early on Saturdays -- and that was the day teh abuse always happened. She remembered lying under her sweaty uncle as he pressed into her, whispering what a good little girl she was. All she could remember was begging to go watch cartoons with Ronald. But after that morning, Ronald no longer could watch cartoons either. For some reason Uncle had a sick fascination watching his son fuck her. He would smack him around until he complied. Both Ronald adn she would cry while he would beat off and cum all over them while they fucked. His lips glided to the edge of her shirt, his hands were under her shirt. She had forgotten how many people were around them. The noise, no one would notice their absense. She pulled his hands away from her, he looked upset until she started pulling him to the backroom... "Shower you stupid cunts!" Uncle would yell tossing ronald in the shower with her. He would apologize and apologize to her as he did what his dad asked. Joann would look up at the ceiling while her cousin washed her while he watched. He always watched, like he was afraid they wouldn't get him all the way off them. Ronald would scrub until she was burning red, then she would take the brush and scratch at his skin until he was satisfied. "Joann.." Ronald whispered in her ear as the made it to the backroom, "I am sorry." She grabbed him kissing him, "Dont ever apologize for his shit." She clung against him, the memories seemed more painful than ever. She began pulling off his shirt, undoing his belt as he struggled around her to try to get her clothes off. They looked like frenzied teenagers going at it for only the third time. He cupped her breast, bringing his lips to her erect nipples nibbling on them tightly. She arched back moaning in response. The song in the background thumping, blarring out her loud moanly as he worked his way down to her cunt. He always sucked on her clitoris first, making it so sensitive she couldn't hep but moan. The sounds were almost animal as he worked his magic with her.... "Ohhh ronny..." She remembers panting to him when they began secretly having sex without his Dads approval. He was well endowed by time he was sixteen, he began playing football so his scrawny arms were fuller. His skinny white legs now were golden and completely rock as he pushed himself into her. She loved hearing him panting against her ear -- something he never allowed -- there wasn't any "love" with him. Ronny gently kissed her neck as he finally finished. " "UHhh, god Ronny..Ronny, pleaseee..." she moaned as he teased her with his fingers, doing his "tickle" motion. She hated when he did that, she felt dirty for always being soaked, he enjoyed her using his nickname while he fucked her. And he liked hearing her beg, so he made her beg. It went too far, the begging one tuesday evening. He was "slapping" his cock against her cunt, pressing the tip in and then out. She pleaded so loudly... "What is ----" His mothers sentenced breaking off in a horrible scream. All Ronald did was stand there, fully naked staring at his mother. It wasn't that she caught them, it was she was going to tell him....... "Fuck me, fuck me..." She cried out to him as a homosexual couple walked by, giving Ronny thumbs up. He smiled tracing his fingers around her firm breast. At thirty-five she still was perky, and well rounded breast. The two men stood to watch as she arched fruther back, him gently touching her stomach. "Tell the nice audience what you want me to do to you." He whispered to her. He was rubbing himself slowly. "Oh god, I want him to fuck me." She barely noticed the two men were soon, a handful of people. The music was loud, the girls were still performing, but she was giving her own little skit..... "Mom mom Mom mom Mom. " Ronald ran after his mother, still not dressed. She kept screaming at him for being such a fucking pervert. "OH FOR FUCKSAKE" She remembered screaming from the bed. The two stood still in the livingroom. She walked out of the room in her t-shirt, "Don't even fucking call Ronny a pervert. Call your bastard of a husband a fucking pervert you stupid bitch." "Joann! Don't.." Auntie didn't bother finishing her sentenced. Ronnie slouched away from her, covering himself with a sofa blanket. "Did he ever fuck you Auntie?" She cried out, "Has he touched you?" "That's none of your business! " Auntieshouted back, "Your uncle is a good man..." "No mom." Ronny broke in, "He isn't." "Don't you !" Auntie started in on him... "He's been harming us since eighth grade..." she yelled at her aunts back, "Neither of us wanted this. But we're the only things we got ..." "You're uncle wouldn't!" auntie still protested, "This doesn't make sense. You two are just making shit up because I caught you fucking. How disgusting are you to blame him after we brought you in our home?" "Yes I'm grateful for him fucking me in the ass every saturday while you went to work auntie." She couldn't help it, all the anger from all the years started to spill. "He wasn't ever nice! He's always been this way. Did you ever ONCE wonder how Ronny got those bruises? Ronny's never climb a damned tree in his whole life. Why I never swim? Why I always wear the same goddamn thing day after day until you make me go take a shower? " "B...b..but.. I thought you two were being silly." Auntie dropped to the floor, tears falling, "I never did see you climb a tree, Ronny. I was at work. I worked forty-eight hours a week. I worked... Why didn't you tell me sooner?" "Cos you worked." Ronny was slouched on the floor against the sofa, "If he knows we told mama, he's going to kill me. I know he is." "No." "Ohhhh....fuck fuck fuck..." Shouted Joann as she tried to yell away the memories. He finally stopped being a little bastard, she mused. He began rocking himself in her. Softly at first, pushing all of him inside of her. His strokes becoming quicker, sweat beads formed against the side of his forehead. She swiped away the sweat into his blonde hair. She felt him runn his hands through her hair. Her body stung delightfully as he pounded inside of her, "Harder...ohhh harder..c'mon fuck your slut..." ............