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Subject: {ASSM} Richard's Club, Chapter 5 (reluc-stripper, exhib, Mf, creampie,  prost)
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By La Femme Oranje

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You might have gotten the idea from what I've written so far that
running a strip joint is all glamour and fun, all just fucking
strippers and corrupting girls so that they do things that ordinary
girls wouldn't.  Don't get me wrong, that's a big part of it, and it's
why I stay in the business, but there are also less wholesome and less
enjoyable aspects that have to be dealt with if you want to stay ahead
of the game.

One of those elements, of course, is dealing with the local criminal
element.  Keeping them off your back, especially when you sail so
close to the boundaries of the law yourself, requires a fair bit of
skill and subtlety.  The stakes are also higher, if you fuck up with
one of the girls you end up getting slapped or maybe having to replace
her, if you fuck up with organised crime, then you end up with a knife
between your ribs.

With that said, "Lucky" Vinnie Hunt perhaps wasn't as bad as some of
the other mobsters that I'd had the pleasure of getting acquainted
with.  Sure, he was capable of some pretty extreme violence when
somebody pissed him off, and he still took a fair bit of my profits
away for 'protection', but actually keeping him happy was usually just
a matter of letting him into the VIP room for free and letting him
play with one of the girls now and then.  He also didn't mind the
occasional glass of fine whiskey, which gave us something in common.

"So, Richard," he said to me one day, leaning towards me and lowering
his voice, as if he was worried someone would hear him, or even worse,
actually be brave enough to do something about whatever it was that he
was about to say, "That new girl you've got is quite a little piece."

"New girl?" I asked, suspecting already who he was talking about.

"The redhead.  Michelle.  Ho-lee shit, I don't know where you get them
from, but she has that innocent look down perr-fect."

"Vinnie," I said, "That isn't an act.  She really is like that."

Vinnie laughed.  "No shit?  Where the hell did you get her?"

"She just walked in through my door one morning.  Had money problems.
She was initially just looking to work bar or something I think, but I
managed to convince her that the real money was in dancing, as you
saw."

Vinnie laughed.  "Yeah, I saw alright!  Holy shit, wobbling around on
those stripper heels like she didn't know how to walk in platforms,
twirling herself around on that pole of yours and going red on the
face as she flashed her tits and arse at the crowd.  Fuck, I thought
she was just a real good actor!  I have to hand it to you Richard,
you've got a hell of a touch with the ladies."

I nodded at the compliment as Vinnie took another mouthful of the
(free) expensive whiskey that he'd liberated from my personal
collection.

"So..." he began, "Do you think there's any chance that..."

I instinctively cut him off.  "I don't know Vinnie, I mean, she's
still delicate.  She's not like you or I, she won't just jump into bed
with you because she can."

"Oh," said Vinnie.  "That's a real shame.  You said she had money
worries?  I could go a long way towards fixing them for her.  Think
that'll get her a bit more willing?"

I considered his offer.  Offering her money was basically how I'd
managed to get her stripping, sucking my cock, and even guzzling my
cum out of a used condom on one occasion.  Still, fucking a mob boss
was probably something that she wouldn't want to do just yet.  I mean,
Vinnie was well known from tabloid TV coverage, so she'd be sure to
recognise him, and I doubt she'd appreciate being asked on the spot to
fuck a violent mobster.

"Yeah, maybe," I responded finally.  "Look, you know I don't make the
girls do anything they don't wanna do.  Let me talk it over with her.
I'm sure that if you're patient, I can talk her around."

Vinnie smiled as he swallowed the last of his whiskey.  "Good stuff
Richard.  Knew that I could count on you to do the right thing by me.
Fuck, if she's good, I might even be possessed to give you a discount
on our other business arrangement."

"Thanks Vinnie.  Like I said, I'll see what I can do."

Vinnie smiled again, a crooked, dangerous looking smile.  "Now, if I
can't have Michelle, can I at least have Courtney?  Didn't want to
come all the way over to this side of town without at least emptying
my balls into something."

I smiled, mainly from relief that I'd managed to control the situation
so well.  Michelle might have been a shy flower, but Courtney was a
rampaging slut who would be happy to open her legs for Vinnie.  "Yeah,
of course," I said, pressing the button on the intercom to let one of
the bouncers know that they should find Courtney and bring her up to
my office.  "I know you're a man of discriminating taste."

At that, Courtney bounded into the room, dressed only in seven inch
transparent platform heels and a tiny little black thong.  Upon seeing
Vinnie, she flashed him a big smile and giggled.  I have to confess
that I'm unsure myself whether Courtney really was a dizzy slut or
whether the whole thing was just an act of hers to maximise her
earning potential, but either way she was convincing enough not just
for me, but also for the punters.

"Hi Mr Hunt," she beamed at the crime lord.  Calling him by his first
name was a rare privilege that I had.

Vinnie stood up, moving surprisingly quickly across the room for a man
of his girth, and pressed himself up against the near-naked stripper.
"Hi honey," he said as his hand went to her tits, roughly groping and
squeezing the siliconed-up globes.  Courtney, for her part, just kept
giggling and started pressing her body up against Vinnie, reaching
around and grabbing his arse as he walked her out of the office.

Now, all I had to do was figure out how I was going to get Michelle to
do the same for him.

Later that night, Michelle came into my office again, dressed in
nothing but a thong, a garter belt, and a little latex top that she'd
scrounged up from somewhere.  She'd been dancing for a couple of weeks
now, but ever since I'd fucked her I'd gone a little bit easier on
her.  After all, while she was hot and going to make me a lot of
money, I couldn't let her think she was better than the other girls.
Strippers can be so catty, and dealing with arguments between them
took up a lot of time and was a lot less fun than it sounded.  Not
that I was worried Michelle would get bitchy, mind you, but the other
girls, particularly Courtney, would eat her alive given the chance.

She pulled the small-denomination bills that were stuck in her thong
and garter out and put them down on my desk, obviously expecting me to
change them for her into something easier to carry.  I had been a
little worried initially that the punters would begin to get bored of
her, but by the looks of the money she'd earned in just that one
dance, that wasn't a problem.

"You want that changed?" I asked.

She nodded.

Up until now, I'd been given Michelle a free ride, paying her for
auditions, and letting her keep all of the money that she earned down
on the stage.  This was not the normal arrangement for the girls in my
club, and I had decided after my talk with Vinnie that it was time to
stop giving Michelle this preferential treatment.  Counting up the
crumpled bills, I then made a show of getting my calculator,
subtracting forty percent, and counting out the remainder for
Michelle.

"Hey," she protested.  "What... what are you doing?"

"Well," I started.  "It's about time you started going onto the same
rates as all of the other girls.  This club isn't free to run, you
know.  Not to mention costume hire, contraceptives, moneychanging
fees, change room levies, and all of the other expenses that you've
racked up while you've been working here."

Michelle looked distraught.  "But, but I thought you said I was
bringing the customers in like never before."

"You are!" I said.  "The problem is, it's very expensive running a
strip joint, and as you may have noticed, I'm not running a charity
here.  Not to mention that the other girls are starting to get
jealous.  Trust me Michelle, you don't want them getting too jealous
of you."

Michelle looked down at the ground.  "So, you're just going to take
forty percent from now on?"

"Well, yes, unless you can give me a reason to believe you've earned
that extra money."

It was clear from the expression on her face that she knew what I was
talking about.  "So, if I want that I'm going to have to... you
know..."

Amazing, she'd worked for a couple of weeks in a strip joint, showing
off her tits and arse to perfect strangers, and she still couldn't
bring herself to say 'fuck.'

"Fuck?" I asked.  "Well, that's one way I suppose, if you want to go
down that road."

She looked up at me.  "There's another way?"

I opened my desk drawer and pulled out a photo of Vinnie that I'd
downloaded from the Internet.  It was the same one that had been
published on the front pages of the local newspapers when he had been
suspected of the brutal killing of some of his mob enemies.  I handed
it to her.  "Do you know who this is?"

She took the photograph and looked at it.  "That's Vinnie Hunt isn't
it?  Why are you showing me a picture of..."  She trailed off.

"Vinnie's quite a frequent client here Michelle, and he's taken an
interest in you."

"An interest?"

"That's right.  Now, I told him that you weren't available for what he
wanted, but if you really want to earn a bigger cut of the money,
perhaps you should consider his offer?"

"Well... what... I mean, what does he normally like to do?"

"You'd have to ask Courtney about that!" I teased.

Michelle went red in the face.  "I suppose his tastes are not too
exotic," I continued, taking on a more serious tone.  "He's not into
pain or violence or anything like that, although he'll probably want
to ride bareback.  I hear he prefers for the woman to go on top
though."

She didn't look convinced.  "But didn't he... you know... those
informants down at the loading yards?"

I nodded.  "Yeah, probably.  But Vinnie is never one to mix business
with pleasure.  Just don't piss him off, and he'll be fine."

She still didn't look convinced.  "Are you sure?"

"I'll tell you what," I said.  "I'll rig a camera and a panic button
up in the VIP room, so that if it gets too much we can get you out of
there."

She looked doubtfully at me.  "Would he be okay with that?"

"He probably wouldn't be happy about it, but I believe that he'd
accept it if it meant that he got to spend some quality time with
you."

She looked torn.  "Well... bareback?"

"Yes," I said.  "As in, without a condom."

"I've never done that before."

"I thought that might be the case."  I grinned.  "I'll give you the
other forty percent now if you want to have a practice session."

She looked up at me.  "Well, okay.  I'll do it, but what will I get if
I... you know, with him?  I'm not going to give it to him for free."

"I'll give you twenty percent of whatever he gives me."

"Only twenty percent?"

"Keep in mind that twenty percent will probably be a fair bit.
Probably more than you're going to make here tonight.  He might be a
vicious, violent mobster, but he appreciates the value of a good
lady."

"Still... twenty percent?"

"I'll tell you what, if you start saying the word 'fuck' for me, I'll
even let you keep any tip that he gives you in full."

"Fuck?"

"No, not like that.  I want you to use it a lot more saliciously.  Men
like women who can talk dirty.  Tell me what he's going to do to you."

"He's going to... umm... fuck... me?"

"Not bad.  And what are we going to do right now?"

"We're going to fuck... bareback?"

"Very good," I said, undoing my pants and pulling my cock out.  "Take
that thong and that top off, I want to see you while I do this."

Obligingly, she pulled off the latex top, letting her beautiful
breasts spill out, and then took off the slutty looking thong as well,
wiggling her cute little bottom as she did it.  A week ago if asked to
stand naked in front of me, she'd have been blushing hard and trying
to cover herself with her hands, but now she was just standing naked
in front of me, her arms at her sides, clothed in nothing but a faint
aura of shame and humiliation.

I quickly pulled my trousers off and lay down on my back on the couch,
my cock sticking up in the air.  I beckoned her over, and got her to
straddle my legs, her smooth thighs rubbing up against my legs and my
cock rubbing gently against her deliciously soft slit.

"Alright," I said to her.  "We're going to do this the way that Vinnie
will want you to do it, okay?  When you're on top you have more
control over the situation, but you still have to give him what he
wants and tell him what he wants to hear.  And the first thing you
should do is complement him on the size of his cock."

She looked at me doubtfully.  "Won't he see through that?"

"Probably," I conceded.  "But it's important to keep telling him
throughout the whole encounter just how thick and hard his cock is.
And it's important to not sound like a nurse while you're doing it.
Grab my cock and try it."

She reached down and closed her soft palm around my cock, and started
gently jerking it up and down.  "Oh, your penis... is so big..." she
purred unconvincingly.

"I said not to talk like a fucking nurse," I said to her, a touch of
exasperation creeping into my voice.  "Only doctors and the
religiously devout call it a fucking 'penis'.  What's another word for
it?"

"Well... umm... cock?" she suggested.

"That's better," I said.  I had to admit, she was damn good at giving
a handjob, and if I didn't have to educate her, I could let her do
what she was doing to me all day.

"Your cock... is so big," she purred, a little more convincingly this
time.  "I... I don't know if it's going to fit all inside me!"

"Very good," I said, a little surprised that she'd managed to ad-lib
so well on her second try.  "Maybe you should lube it all up?" I
suggested, passing her a bottle of lube that had been sitting behind
the couch on a small table.  I still wasn't quite sure that she'd get
as wet as she had the first time, and I didn't want to run the risk of
actually hurting or damaging her tight little cunt.

Michelle took the bottle, and squeezing a dollop of the transparent,
slippery gel into her palm, began rubbing it rhythmically into my
cockmeat.  A moan of pleasure managed to escape my mouth as I looked
up at her, her fist gently pumping up and down over my cock, and her
tits jiggling slightly as her body shook from the movement.

"Good girl," I murmured, once the lube was all applied my cock was
shiny and slippery.  I reached down and took hold of my cock at its
base, holding it directly up in the air.  "Now, I want you to slide
forward, lifting your butt up, and gently lower yourself down onto it,
okay?  Do you think you can do that?"

Grimacing a little, she slid her hips forward, her soft white pussy
lips enveloping my cock as she moved.  I could feel a little wetness
coming from her, but I was glad I'd lubed her up, because it would be
less painful for her that way.

As I was wondering where that sudden uncharacteristic burst of concern
had come from, she gently began to lower herself down onto me, my
lubed up cockhead easily sliding into her warm little hole.  It was
just as tight as I had remembered, and the position that she was in
meant that there was now extra pressure working on my cock as she
slowly slid down it.

"Good, good," I encouraged her.  "Further down now, all the way.  Put
it all the way in."

She grimaced a bit more as she slid herself further down my slippery
cockpole.  The feeling of my bare skin against her velvety cunt was
simply exquisite, and I found it difficult to stop moaning softly.
"Come on, further." I encouraged her.

"I... I don't know if...", she stammered, her breathing becoming
ragged and loud again, just like the first time that I'd fucked her.
It was all too much for me, and I reached down, grabbed her by the
waist, and thrusted up into her.  Hard.

"Fuck!" she cried out loudly as my cock shot up into her and my hips
crashed up against hers.  She squirmed slightly on me, but made no
effort to get off me or to pull herself back off me.

"See," I asked, realising only now that my own breathing was getting
pretty heavy as well.  "That wasn't so hard, was it now?"

She shook her head, calming herself a little bit as she got used to
the sensation of my bare cock deep in her cunt.  "Now," I instructed
her.  "I want you to gently rock yourself up and down on my cock,
making sure that there's lots of friction from your cunt rubbing
against my cock.  Can you do that?"

She nodded, and began rolling her hips in little circles, her soft
puffy cunt lips grinding against me as she moved up and down.  "Mm,
that's good," I said approvingly.  "See, do you think you can do this
for Vinnie?"

Michelle nodded slightly as she continued to roll her hips.  Her
nipples were getting visibly harder, and her face was starting to
become flushed and red as she slowly and gently fucked me.  "Moan," I
ordered her.  "Moan, or talk to me."

As if she'd been waiting for permission, she let out a high pitched
moan.  "Oh, oh, I can feel it inside me," she whined.  "It's so big!"

"Where?" I asked her.  "Where can you feel it inside you?"

"Inside my... pussy?"

I pushed upwards into her again, eliciting another little yelp.
"Good, but try harder."

"In my... cunt?"

"That's better," I said.  "Say it again.  Where is it?"

"It's in my cunt."

"What's in your cunt?"

"Your cock... oh fuck, your cock is in my cunt!"

"Very good," I said appreciatively.  "Just talk like this when you're
fucking Vinnie, and I'm sure he'll be very impressed."

She nodded, obviously starting to get into the moment, as the movement
of her hips quickened.  "It feels... it feels so good..." she moaned
as she began enthusiastically fucking me.  Whether she was still
putting on the act for me, or whether her cooing and moaning was for
real I couldn't tell, but the sensation of having her on top of me
like that was sumptuous.

I started thrusting my hips up in time with her, my cock rubbing up
and being squeezed by her tight little cunt hole as she rode me.  It
didn't take long fucking her like that, watching her tits bouncing up
and down, and hearing her moaning and gasping with pleasure before I
felt myself approaching orgasm.

"Alright," I said.  "I'm close!"

She looked down at me with a mixture of alarm and lust on her face.
"Are you going to..."

She wasn't able to finish, because I cut her off with a loud grunt of
satisfaction as I started shooting my seed into her tight, wet cunt.
As soon as she realised what was happening, she bit her lower lip and
let out a long, muffled moan, gripping my hips and pushing herself as
far down onto my cock as she could.  Was she having an orgasm herself?
 I couldn't tell for sure, but if she was faking it, she was damn
convincing.

We lay there for a moment, my cock still buried inside her, her chest
heaving as she caught her breath.  Eventually, I sat up and helped her
off me, sitting her down on the couch with her legs still spread wide
open.

"So, do you think you'll be able to do that for Vinnie?" I asked.

She nodded.

"Good girl," I said.  I looked down at her naked body, and saw a blob
of my fresh white cum oozing out of her freshly fucked cunthole.  "You
might want to get yourself cleaned up before you get dressed again," I
suggested to her.

She looked down to see what I was looking at, and her face immediately
went red with shame.  She stood up, perhaps intending to cover herself
that way, but it only made matters worse, as the sticky cum started
dripping free of her cunt and oozing down her leg.  I must admit that
the sight of her standing there, looking distraught, her legs slightly
apart and my seed dripping down over her smooth thighs is one that I
remember fondly and wish that I had actual photographic evidence of.
Oh well, c'est la vie.

Eventually, feeling some sympathy for her, I tossed her a towel, which
she immediately used to wipe down her legs and cover up her red, puffy
slit.  As she stood there cleaning herself up, I took the forty
percent of her money that I had kept before and slipped it into the
lacy black garter that was still wrapped around her thigh.  She looked
down at the money and then back up at me and blushed, but said nothing
before leaving.

I stood and looked at the doorway for a moment that she'd just walked
out of, before returning to my desk and giving one of Vinnie's guys a
call.  I had a feeling he was going to be pretty happy.

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