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 Harlot stood at the edge of the stage with the butterflies in her stomach
all but dead from the vodka and cocaine she had consumed backstage, her
mind racing with a flurry of thoughts.  She was always nervous before she
had to perform so early in the night.  Inferno was one of the highest
paying clubs around with the lowest number of restrictions for performers
in the entire state.  Many times things got out of control during her shows
and Connor or the other bouncers had to step in and stop the fans.  This
was a night that it wouldn't be a problem.

   This was the first time she had ever agreed to perform in the private
room.  She had heard the other girls talking about what happens in there
but never really thought much of it.  Most of them would hook up with any
of the customers if the price were right.  Harlot was determined that she
would never turn into one of those girls.  She enjoyed her job to a point,
but was not going to let it destroy her the way it had some of the other
girls.

   She peered out around the corner of the curtain, her eyes scanned the
crowd, as she looked for that certain someone who was always in the
audience when she performed, he was the reason she was so nervous tonight.
He didn't seem to be like most of the men who came into Inferno, to her he
had a mysterious aura that just exuded from him which was apparent in
everything from the way he carried himself to the way he was always
immaculately dressed in a dark colored three-piece suit when he would come
to see her.  She estimated him to be in his early 40's but could not be
certain.  Harlot couldn't help but feel vulnerable when his eyes were upon
her.  It was as if he could see inside her soul.

   This private show was going to break all the rules she had set for
herself when she started working there, it seemed so long ago that she had
taken the job.  Back then people still knew her by her real name, Danelle,
now everyone was so used to calling her by her stage name, Harlot that even
she had stopped answering to anything else.

   She closed her eyes and drew in a final deep breathe as she prepared for
her entrance.  The noise seemed to disappear as she focused for a moment.
Connor's voice broke through her meditations as he tapped her on the
shoulder.

   "The private room is all set up for you.  Are you ready for this?" he
asked in a concerned tone.

   "As ready as I'll ever be.  I still can't believe I am going to do
this," she answered quietly.

   "Hey if you want me to I can tell him you can't and get him another
girl" Connor responded.

   "No..." Harlot replied as she thought about the money.  "I'll do it.  I
have to."

   "Ok.  I'll bring him back.  Get ready," he said in an encouraging tone.

   "Thanks Connor" she answered.

   She waited a few moments before she walked to the door.  As Harlot's
hand landed on the doorknob, she drew in another deep breath.  There was no
turning back now.  She opened the door.  In the center of the room was an
old school desk and chair.  She glanced over to the large sofa against the
wall and there he sat with a Scotch on the rocks in his hand.  Her heart
skipped a beat.

   "Get a hold of yourself damn it.  You can do this," she thought to
herself.

   She strutted into the room wearing a black PVC school girl skirt, a
white shirt tied up provocatively, a pair of white knee socks with a row of
small black skulls around the top and a black leather pair of platform mary
janes decorated with little pyramid studs.  Her face felt hot and her mouth
drier than it had ever been.  Every nerve in her body felt as if it was
going to jump right out of her skin as she felt his eyes upon her.  This
time she didn't have the screen of thick smoke that usually wafted in the
main room of the club to protect her from those penetrating eyes.  Harlot
clutched her clear vinyl backpack tightly for security.

   She walks to the opposite side of the room.  Her music already selected,
she turned the volume up slightly.  In the back of her mind, she hopes that
the loud blast of music will allow her to push the thought at hand out of
her head.  His gaze followed her as she moved.  As the music started its
raunchy beat, her body began to sway.  She strutted toward the center of
the room, standing only a few feet from the sofa he sat on.  The sheer
white, wet blouse clung to her breasts as she moved.  Her deep pink nipples
stood out from the blushing areolas.

   Harlot dropped the bag next to the desk.  Her eyes closed as she tossed
her head from side to side.  Her heavily painted eyes shut as she let the
music infect her soul with its lustful need.  Her hands flew up, landing on
either side of her head.  She gripped handfuls of her wavy raven tresses as
her head rolled in circles and a look of exquisite pleasure crossed her
face.  Performing for him was becoming increasingly intoxicating.

   Her long slender fingers released their grip on her hair as her hands
slowly slid down over the back of her head.  Caressing down the back of her
neck, her hands then moved down her shoulders toward her heavy d cup
breasts.  Harlot cupped them in her petite hands, pushing them together as
her hips continued to grind provocatively.  The PVC skirt revealing just a
hint of what little there was beneath.  Soft moans escaped her as she
mauled her breasts through the taut fabric.  Her nipples were even more
defined now as her hands continued their journey downward.

   They skimmed over the skirt as she rubbed her luscious mound.  Her head
tossed back in joy as she let her fingers explore her body as she strutted
toward him.  Her hands traveled down further, following the soft curves of
her thighs as her legs then back up as she turned facing away from him. 
She unbuckled the one buckle holding the skirt together and whipped it off
in a swift flick of her wrist.  The black thong beneath contrasted so
beautifully with her pale skin.

   Her hands softly ran down her firm young cheeks as she continued to sway
to the music still.  Harlot strutted over toward the desk.  Dragging it
behind her, she pulled the chair toward him, twirling it around before
straddling it.  Her hips thrust as her fingers slid down the chair's open
back.  The metal rods perfectly framed her sex.  Her hand landed against
the small patch of fabric that barely covered her rapidly dampening pussy.

   Her fingers brushed over her clit, forcing her to stifle a moan.  She
swallowed hard as her eyes drifted to meet his.  Her hands then traveled
back up her body toward the knotted shirt.  She untied it slowly, her hands
slipping it open.  She arched her back deeply as her eyes closed.  Her
nipples were still rock hard and very sensitive.  A shiver ran through her
as her fingertips grazed them.  Her panties were becoming even wetter as
she continued.

   Her hands moved to the bottom of the seat, gripping it tightly as she
flung her right leg over the back.  Her heart raced, as she approached him.
The music's raunchy heartbeat still pounding loudly in the room.  She
stopped just a foot away from him.  One hand roamed over her breast,
fingers pinching and rolling her nipple.  An aroused gasp escaped before
she could stop herself.  Her other hand drifted down to her panties and
slipped beneath them.  Harlot's hips thrusted sensually as she allowed the
tip of her finger to gently stroke her clit for a brief moment.

   She let her finger drift back just a little further, brushing over her
glistening pussy lips.  A small amount of her juices coated her finger
before she removed it from her panties.  She lifted the glazed digit to her
lips and gave it a languid lick.  Her tongue twirled around her finger as
she worked her finger in and out of her mouth, her other hand working down
to her thong.

   With both sets of fingers finally hooked into the sides of her panties,
she began to peel them down.  Her hips swiveled as she moved down.  She
dropped the panties to the floor and kicked them away.  She stood before
him, only her socks and maryjanes still on.  He could see the need glowing
in her eyes as she looked upon him.  The music ground to a slow stop as she
thought about what would most likely come next.

   The room went eerily silent for what felt like an eternity to Harlot. 
His eyes never left her face, as he took a slow sips of the scotch. 
Finally, the silence was broken.

   "Now it's time to see how well you really perform Danelle," he stated in
a very calm voice.

   Her eyes widened as she heard the name.  Panicked thoughts flooded her
mind as she tried to figure out just how he knew her name.  She opened her
mouth to speak but he just raised a finger, giving her a stern look.

   "You know what happens back here.  Don't act so innocent" He smiled. 
"Now open the bag and empty its contents onto the floor."

   Harlot hesitated.  His voice was so powerful and demanding even when he
spoke in a regular tone.  Something inside her was awakened by that.  She
could not understand what was provoking her but she did as she was told. 
The bag had been packed with typical things one would find in a student's
backpack.  She retrieved the bag and brought it back over to him.

   "Get on your knees while you do it" he coldly commanded.

   She knelt before him with her knees together.  Cautiously, she began to
take out each item one by one and lay them at his feet...a hairbrush with a
thick plastic handle, a notebook, two paperbacks, a plastic ruler and
several large highlighters.  She looked up at him, her eyes searching his
face for some sign of approval.  Harlot could not understand her feelings.
She was deeply aroused yet nervous.  Part of her needed his blessing.

   He sat his glass down, leaned forward slightly, looking over the items.
He reached down, picked up the ruler, and smiled.  As he held it, he tapped
the palm of his hand with it, testing the sting of its swat.

   "Sit, legs spread wide," he said not even looking at her yet.

   "Ok" she answered as she rolled off her knees on to her ass with her
legs spread wide.

   "No talking," he answered.  "Now I want to see you rub your clit
Danelle. Do it nice and slow.  There will be no cumming without my
permission either.  Do you understand?"

   Harlot nodded, and then swallowed hard as her hand moved between her
legs.  Frightened as she was of the feelings that were developing, she
obeyed.  Something about it felt almost natural to her.

   Her fingertips danced over the throbbing little nub as more of her
juices began to leak from her.  Her pearly white teeth sunk into her lower
lip as she felt the sensation spreading through her.  Her eyes drifted to
him, when she noticed something odd.  After her stunning performance, he
didn't even appear to be aroused.

   His eyes never left her face as he watched her struggle to keep her
composure.  He could see the battle raging in her eyes as a deeper smile
crossed his lips.

   "Stop" he commanded holding out the ruler.  "I want you to slap your
clit with this now."

   Timidly she took the ruler.  Her fingers wrapped around it as she just
blankly stared at it for a moment then up at him.  It was as if the words
did not register in her head.  He raised an eyebrow as he watched her
pause. He sat back, simply staring at her in an authoritative way.

   "I said now Danelle," he reminded her.

   Her legs spread widely as she leaned back, resting her weight on her
left hand as she brought the ruler closer to her dampened pussy.  The sound
of wet flesh being struck filled her ears as she brought the ruler down
hard against the tiny little nub.  A loud whimper escaped her lips as the
plastic squashed her clit against her pelvic bone.  Her eyes widened as the
pain shot through her.

   "Again" he repeated after each kiss of the ruler on her flesh.

   More wetness seeped from her and began to drip down as she continued to
obey his every command.  The pain that tormented her moments ago
metamorphosized.  It filled him with joy to watch the girl breaking down,
but he kept his emotions well hidden from her.  She shuddered as something
inside her snapped.  She could not control it any longer.  The ruler's
sharp kiss had sent her into a small orgasm.

   He shook his head slightly as he watched her.  Panic mixed with shame
spread quickly across her face as she realized what had happened.

   "You know you weren't supposed to cum don't you Danelle..." he paused
waiting for an answer.

   Harlot nodded, her eyes dropping their gaze quickly as she stared at the
floor in front of her, the ruler still clutched in her hand.  He raised his
hand as if to slap her.

   "Answer me girl or you will be punished even more severely," his voice
boomed.

   "Y...yes Sir," she stammered fearfully.

   "Now hand me the highlighters and ruler," he said sitting forward
slightly.

   She moved quickly, gathering up the highlighter and handing them and the
ruler to him.  She had no idea what he intended to do to her.  Her emotions
battled between anxiety and arousal.  Harlot had never felt this way
before.

   "On all fours facing away from me Danelle," he calmly spoke.

   She quickly moved into position, leaving herself exposed helplessly
before him.  Her eyes widened as she felt the end of one of the
highlighters pushing into her wet pussy.  Her instinct to push back against
it was quickly squashed when he brought the ruler down hard across her
cheeks as she attempted to squirm.  He began to work the highlighter in and
out of her slowly, letting her juices saturate it before withdrawing it
from her.

   She let out a disappointed sigh as she felt the emptiness return.  She
drew in a jagged breath as she felt the highlighter then pressing against
her tight anus.  As the tight ring of muscles was breeched, she jerked away
without thinking of consequences.  Again, the ruler bit roughly into her
backside, causing her to whimper loudly.  He worked the highlighter in this
time before shoving another in her pussy.  One after another, he began to
force them inside her, making her groan loudly.  Her muscles strained to
accommodate the last of the five highlighters he had inserted.

   Now she felt so full it hurt.  Her pussy and ass ached as he began to
work the highlighter in and out of her tight anal cavity, wiggling it about
to stretch it even further.  Finally, when her muscles had relaxed slightly
he withdrew another marker from her pussy and forced it in to her ass.  The
searing pain returned as the ring of muscles was forced to stretch further.
Harlot mewled softly as tears escaped.

   The ruler thwacked down hard across her cheeks several times, as she
knelt before him.  The agony had begun to fade as her body adjusted to the
objects forced in it.  He reached down.  His fingers found the protruding
little pearl and began to pinch it viciously.  Her body jerked as pain shot
through her once again, but instead of screaming all that came out was a
deeply aroused moan.

   He twisted the throbbing little nub between his fingers as he watched
her fight the urges.

   "Do you want to cum Danelle?" he asked sternly, not getting a response
quickly enough.  "DANELLE, DO YOU WANT TO CUM?"

   "Yes Sir" she groaned, trying to hold out.

   "Will you obey me if I let you cum?" he smirked as he asked, still
pinching her clit hard.

   "Yesss," she replied.

   "Yes what?" He twisted it in his fingers again.

   "Yes Sir," she answered quickly.

   "Then, I want you to reach back and fuck your ass with the markers
Danelle, make yourself cum for me." he said, releasing her clit and sitting
back.

   The girl quickly grasped the ends of the highlighters and began to work
them in and out of her ass as hard and fast as she could.  Her body rocked
as she forced herself back on to them.  Her juices splattered on the floor
beneath her as her muscles tightened around the highlighters jammed in her
cunt.  Her legs were wobbly as she felt the orgasm rage inside her.  During
an intense spasm, one of the wet markers slipped out of her pussy.  She
continued to masturbate feverishly though as the orgasm reached new
heights.

   He watched her closely, delighted in her obedience.  He knew now that
his time had not been wasted.  As her climax reached its pinnacle, he
brought the ruler down hard across her back and ass several times, leaving
an intricate design of lash marks.  Her body went into overdrive as her
orgasm intensified.  She slumped to the ground, panting and shaking but
still, weakly, working the highlighters in and out of herself as commanded.

   "Very good Danelle.  I knew you wouldn't be a disappointment," he said
reaching down to stroke her hair for a brief moment.  "Now, I want you to
remove the highlighters from your body one at a time, sucking each one
spotlessly clean before removing the next.  Roll over on your back so I may
watch you"

   "Yes Sir," she replied in a quiet tone.

   She lay motionless for a moment as she tried to recover from the
mind-blowing pleasure she had endured.  He quickly grew impatient with her
delay and picked up the ruler again.  This time her breasts were the target
of his attack.  The creamy white flesh was decorated with many angry
crimson welts before he finished.  Finally, she obeyed licking and sucking
each of the highlighters then presenting them to him for inspection.  Once
he nodded his approval, she would move on to the next.

   "Now, get up and go clean yourself up.  I will leave my instructions for
you here.  I expect you to follow them explicitly.  Do not disappoint me
Danelle," he said sternly before standing up.

   She rolled over, scampering to her feet before gathering her stuff. 
After scrubbing herself thoroughly in the shower, she returned to the VIP
room.  On the sofa lay a large white box with an envelope on top.  Inside
were $500 and a note.

   "Danelle,

   You are to be at 1549 Washington Circle in one hour.  Inside the box is
an outfit that I am sure will fit you.  Wear only what is in the box.  Turn
the vibrator on high and insert it into your cunt and the plug into your
ass.  You may only use your own juices to lubricate it.  DO NOT CUM.  You
are to leave your cell phone, purse and any personal belongings at the
club. If you are not at this address in one hour, you will be punished
severely.  When you are permitted inside, you are to kneel, legs spread
widely, back arched and eyes lowered.  You will do whatever is asked of you
without hesitation or question or you will suffer greatly for your actions.
Now that I have made myself perfectly clear, get on your way."

   Your new Master."

   She stood there shocked for a moment as she weighed her options.  Upon
opening the box, she found a black leather bustier with a collar attacked
by thin silver chains, a black leather thong, and black stockings with
seams up the back.  The cups of the bustier were cut out with several
lengths of chain over the opening.  Also inside were a medium sized rubber
butt plug, and a 6-inch long purple plastic vibrator.  Harlot stood there
for a moment just staring at everything before glancing at the clock.  She
knew that if she did not go she would regret it deeply.  There was only one
thing left for her to do.  She began to dress as she thought about what lay
in store for her at 1549 Washington Circle.