A Night at the Roxy Ch. 02

Friday morning's meeting with the boss revealed no significant changes or brilliant masterpieces of new strategy. Essentially, I would be offering Junior pretty much the exact same identical contract package that he had refused the first time around. On a lark, I did print up a variant of the contract that would actually permit our company a decent amount of operating profit over the next three years. Enough to stabilize our sinking ship and ride out the current economic storm while we seek out new business. Hey, if I had to make a Hail Mary football pass, I might as well try for the entire miracle.

Ron sheepishly offered up one of company Amex cards to fund the evenings entertainment, tossed me the keys to his personal executive Cadillac, and very much on the sly slid me an envelope "for the evenings other entertainment" containing two thousand dollars in cash. His final advice was "Waste not, but don't admit defeat until you're completely out of ammo."

I set forth to do my best.

Juniors dining tastes were strictly meat and potatoes, but I did know a few good steak places and had arranged dinner reservations at one of the snootier ones for 8 p.m. After picking up Junior in the nice black Caddy, I tried to impress upon him the history that our companies shared together and how smoothly our professional relationship operated. Everything done exactly on schedule and done right with never a crisis or last minute emergency that had never caused Senior any shipping delays. Replacing our company with a cheaper provider would cost him irreplaceable time later on, I assured him. Time very definitely does equal money… even with an Ivy League MBA.

Dinner itself went off just fine. I kept the conversation off of business largely because it seemed to be now interfering with Junior's drinking time. He sucked down two quick scotch & waters before the appetizers arrived, and sucked down, largely by himself, a bottle of nice Italian red wine and then immediately ordered us another bottle... with yet another scotch on the side. Well, at least he wasn't going to be doing any driving. I'd only had two glasses of wine over the two hour dinner so I was still fine to drive.

A fine dinner with lots of liquid refreshment whetted Junior's appetite for some livelier amusements. When I suggested a visit to the infamous Roxy gentleman's entertainment club he agreed with alacrity.

"That's the spirit Grego! Let's go get some babe action going!" Damn, I hadn't been called Grego since grade school, and I hadn't much liked it then either. I was going to get my contract signed… before my urge to strangle Junior overpowered my remaining self-control.

The next three hours taxed my remaining patience to their limits. My 'reservation' at the Roxy was confirmed and we were seated at a prime table close to the stage to better ogle the dancers. Our waitress Kelli, a friend of my wife, gave me a big wink to let me know that our plan was a go and that there were no problems for the moment. She kept the drinks flowing; mine were as weak as water and Junior's nearly pure alcohol. Junior was throwing down these increasingly strong drinks without obvious effect. He either had the world's most powerful liver or he was used to some really hardcore drinking back in his college frat days. I began to despair of getting him into a 'friendly' enough mood for some contract signing.

Finally, about the time that the weakened drinks managed to start to catch up with me, Junior finally began to show some effects of his own much harder drinking. Sensing the opportunity, I decided now would be a good time to start plying Junior with some feminine charms. I whispered to Kelli for her to summon Britney and Candice, the two dancers that Roxie had made arrangements with, to begin their seduction of Junior. Britney was immediately available, but Candice was due up next on stage but would join us in about half an hour.

For the next hour, first Britney and then Candice entertained Junior with lap dances and then sat drinking with him in his lap nude, except for a thong. He was becoming increasing excited… heck, even I was getting pretty turned on myself, and Junior loudly suggested that perhaps a trip to the champagne room might be in order to arrange a 'happy ending' for the evening's entertainment.

Junior couldn't decide between choosing either of the two young girls he had in his arms, so he decided to entertain them both upstairs. I was starting to head upstairs by myself when Junior nearly brought the party to a crashing halt.

"Grego, I see you don't like women apparently. I've got my two, and they're both going to give me a good sucking. You can either pick yourself a nice little young whore too and come join us, or you can pack your boring self off home. What is it going to be?"

Damn. This really hadn't been part of the plan. I had assumed that just getting Junior drunk enough to get laid was going to be the most difficult part of the plan. I hadn't anticipated that I would need to actually join him. Still, I did have an available option.

"No problem, I just have not seen the babe of my dreams yet tonight. Candice, have you seen Roxie tonight? Is she working and if so is she available to go upstairs?" Candice thought she was available and left to go fetch her. I smiled and gave Junior a smug look of my own, and we proceeded upstairs.

The Champagne Room was a bit quieter and offered quite a lot of privacy. I also had hopes that my ever present micro-tape recorder might pick up any verbal promises he might accidently or drunkenly make.

Roxie, my wife, soon came up and joined us in a dancers outfit, but she did not apparently meet much with Junior's instant approval.

"An older broad? Why would you want an old used up cunt when there is young fresh pussy available?" Obviously, Junior had never read any of the sage advice of Benjamin Franklin concerning how to select a Mistress.

"Experience and skill will beat rookie enthusiasm every day of the week. Besides, older women are much more grateful!" I told him while giving one of Roxie's tits a squeeze.

"Bah! She's still old enough to be your wife." Roxie naturally was not amused. Calling a woman 'old' at forty-one is not a way to endear yourself to her! Fortunately, the crisis soon passed… mostly.

Junior wanted the three ladies to dance, and after downing another potent drink he commanded them to do so. First off came the tops and then down came the bottoms, until all three women were nude and dancing in front of us. Roxie, the least experienced, held her own just fine and it made me wonder again if she hadn't had some prior practice in front of a live audience, other than just myself before.

After downing another stiff drink, Junior was good and ready for some action. In no time at all he had a pair of hungry young mouths sucking on his exposed and erect manhood (which was definitely nothing special). Roxie didn't wait for similar orders, and had my larger cock exposed and ready for attention in her talented and very experienced soft mouth. It was another oddity that Flo had never usually showed much interest in oral sex until she started to work as Roxie. Flo would give me blow jobs for my birthday and odd special occasions, but didn't much like to swallow. Her alternate Roxie persona loved to give blowjobs, often giving me one in the early morning car drive home from the club. Roxie also loved to swallow cum, usually making a loud and happy production of out it.

Roxie's superb performance was soon eliciting looks of interest and even jealousy. In fairness, Britney and Candice had much less to work with and neither of them were probably enjoying themselves very much. It was just a necessary job, with very little if any pleasure involved in it. When I shortly blew my load into Roxie's obliging mouth and she lapped it down like it was the finest cream that was the last and final straw for Junior. He shoved Britney and Candice away from him and ordered Roxie to come over and service him.

"Damnit Grego! If you ever want to see a dime from my company ever again, make your 'old wife' crawl on her knees over here and suck off my cock!"

Roxie stopped dead for a moment and looked at me for instructions, but I was paralyzed with indecision. Junior, of course, didn't know that Roxie was really my wife, but I couldn't think of an excuse to send her away. Roxie made the decision for me. She winked and puckered a small kiss at me and then crawled on her knees to begin serving Junior, but not before pointing the pair of younger girls over towards me.

My wife was now sucking another man's cock… but not before making sure that her husband wasn't being neglected. Britney and Candice were young, pretty and decent cocksuckers, but not in Roxie's class, but they did show talent and more genuine enthusiasm now.

Watching my wife suck another man's cock -- even Junior's rather junior sized one -- was much more of a turn on than I would have anticipated. She in turn seemed to be stimulated by the sight of watching her young friends sucking my cock back into rock hardness. This was closer to swapping, rather than being cuckolded… and I could deal with that.

It didn't take long for Roxie to get Junior to cum and, to our surprise, he still kept his erection and appeared not quite done for the evening. When Roxie started to return back over to me, he roughly yanked her back by her hair and announced his next plans for her.

"Your wife sure has a talented mouth. My office can use a good cocksucker like her! Now I'm going to give what she's really been craving; I'm going to give her ass a good fucking!" He forcibly turned her around so that she faced away from him and with a little effort he impaled her upon his still stiff prick.

"Nooooo!" She wailed, as she struggled to get back up and escape, but he held her down firmly while he roughly fucked her butt.

"See? She loves it! They always do." Junior exclaimed. Roxie's face told a different story. Roxie did love anal sex, and she was used to my much larger cock, but still, this was hardly a romantic moment.

Britney, with some slight misgivings, climbed into my lap to impale her own tender tight ass over my cock. There was some discomfort, but I refrained from thrusting until her tight sphincter had adjusted itself and loosened somewhat. By then, the discomfort (for Britney anyway) had begun to turn to pleasure.

Candice made herself useful by alternating kisses and gentle caresses with both Roxie and Britney, to ease their discomfort. She then began to lick the exposed clits of both women, along with the testicles of Junior and myself, bringing both women to orgasm. Shortly afterwards I filled Britney's delightfully tight ass full of cum while she came yet again under the influence of Candice's skilled tongue.

Junior took longer to finish his business in Roxie's ass, even with the assistance of Candice's licking, but at last the ordeal was over and he noisily and messily filled her butt with his cum.

Roxie, still crying tears, didn't hesitate in grabbing her clothes and running, still nude, out from the Champagne Room. She had had enough, and wanted to make her escape before Junior had any other plans for her remaining unused orifice. That one was most definitely "mine" and contract or not, Junior wasn't going to get any piece of her cunt.

Junior just laughed and for the next five minutes amused himself by calling my 'wife' an "utterly shameless whore" and a great many other uncomplimentary names. Britney and then Candice took the opportunity to make their escape as well. He downed a few more drinks but was still just barely slurring his words. I decided now was as good a time to talk business as any… before I killed him myself with my bare hands.

Junior had little interest at first in talking business, but his guard was down just enough to reveal that he never had any intention of signing any deal with my company from the very start. He proudly stated that he had already signed a contract with a cheapo Eastern European company!

That company existed in the US as only a post office box somewhere in New Jersey and sold the single worst and shoddiest products available. No service -- no support -- no returns. In fact, there were probably only five technicians in the entire country that could even repair one of those forklifts (which usually were broken from the minute they came out of the packing crate)… assuming you could even obtain the spare parts from their factory somewhere in Bulgaria. No wonder they were half the price.

Junior laughed and laughed until I thought his sides would split. He downed two last drinks and announced that he was ready for me to take him back home.

Downstairs I settled up the bill. It was outrageous, but probably not half of what the cost would have been without Roxie's agreement with the Management. Roxie and the other two girls had been conversing with the Night Manager, but when they saw us get ready to leave, they came over.

Poor drunk Junior just couldn't resist getting in the last twist of the knife.

"Goodnight sucker! Your wife was fun -- I hope to come back again soon and enjoy her again! She was good for a tired old useless piece of flabby ass! Maybe I'll even take her home with me tonight to give her another good driving."

"You're too drunk to drive anything." I bitterly remarked.

"Naw, I do all of my best driving after a few good drinks." He replied, and reached over to roughly grab Roxie to pull her out the door with him. Roxie cried out "No! I don't want to be raped again!" rather loudly and then slapped Junior's face, hard.

Junior made the biggest mistake of his life; he slapped Roxie back… much harder.

As I said earlier, Roxie is very friendly with management because she acts as a mom to the younger girls at the club, and accordingly they are very protective of her. By the time Roxie hit the ground, two large and very angry bouncers were on their way over to give Junior the lesson of his life. The physical beating took place behind the club in a dark area without security cameras, and Junior got the complete and total treatment, including numerous broken bones. But the best was yet to come.

An hour later, Junior was arrested having been found passed out behind the wheel of my company Cadillac, which had been utterly wrecked into a telephone pole. By this time, the Night Manager was finishing his report to another pair of Police officers concerning the 'rape' of my wife Flo, who had arrived at the club to pick up Junior and myself after an evening of drinking.

Numerous witnesses were found alleging that Junior had allegedly physically forced himself upon Flo, confirmed by two dancers (Britney and Candice) who witnessed the unprovoked sexual assault, and then later attacked her again downstairs (confirmed by a video surveillance camera) when she refused to accompany him home. Junior then had forcibly taken my car keys (auto theft) and left us in a drunken squeal of rubber. Junior would have several surprises and challenges for his lawyer when he sobered up the next morning.

Flo was taken in a squad car to the hospital to have a rape kit exam performed and make sure she had no other injuries. The kit did confirm Junior's semen in both her mouth and her slightly torn ass, which DNA testing would confirm as his. The large red mark on her face from the assault photographed quite nicely and was sure to be an excellent exhibit in court. My secret micro-cassette tape recordings would require very little surgical editing… Junior just had a flair for saying the wrong thing at the wrong time.

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Monday morning my boss and I filed several civil lawsuits against McCoy Distribution for the 'theft' and wrecking of the company Cadillac, along with civil sexual harassment and other charges pertaining to the rape of my wife.

These were all settled out of court nearly immediately; Senior was suddenly now back in charge of things again and was not a happy camper at all! He held a private meeting with Flo, my boss and I where we reviewed the entire incident (I played the juicier bits of my only slightly edited recordings) and the old man quickly came to some very equitable settlements.

Junior had had major alcoholic blackouts before, but this one was by far his worst. Truthfully, Junior had not remembered anything that took place upstairs in the Champagne Room at all. The rape kit semen evidence along with the video footage of the physical assault was more than enough evidence to convince any likely jury of his absolute guilt.

Junior took a fast plea bargain and got a reduced sentence and alcohol abuse treatment at one of the nicer State minimum security facilities. When he gets out of prison in a few years he's going to have to live out of his trust fund -- Senior has made it quite clear that his son will never again manage any of his companies.

Our company got a fat ten year contract that oozed profit from every angle for not only McCoy's primary trucking facility, but also the local port and air freight operations which had been previously serviced by another company. This alone doubled our annual company revenue. My boss Ron soon received a big promotion and became our next company President, and I filled in his shoes as the new VP of Sales. I love driving my nice brand new company car, a Cadillac convertible!

Flo received a private settlement check from Senior that more than paid for all of Ripley's future higher education expenses and also allowed us to entirely pay off our house early, with a good bit left to put into a retirement account. Flo, or rather Roxie, treated herself to a nice fire engine red convertible.

My considerably larger income has now allowed us to buy a few luxuries we had lived years without but we haven't let the money go to our heads much. We can still remember how poor we used to be and how uncertain the future can be.

Roxie doesn't need to work anymore, but she does have a big debt of gratitude to repay to the Management of the Roxy. They were the ones who did the quick thinking and acting once they saw Roxie being assaulted. They arranged the car 'accident' and then made the original rape report to the Police. They definitely protect their own! She had to take a few weeks off while the settlements were being finalized, but the red wig didn't stay off for long.

Actually, Flo (with my approval) now regularly dyes her hair to Roxie's bright red coloration and has let it grow out. I bought her a brunette wig for the odd occasions that she wants to be "Flo" again, but it is rarely used. She likes being Roxie full time now, especially since her bosses have promoted her into Management with a salary position.

At work she's not a regular dancer and still spends most of her time backstage now being a fulltime "mom" to the girls, but she does regularly strut her stuff now onstage whenever she is needed and couldn't be happier. This keeps her hot and horny for some loving by her man when she gets home!

Roxie and I agreed that our first attempt at 'swapping' went laughingly badly, but we decided that under better and happier circumstances it might be fun to try it again some time. A few nights later she brought home one of the younger dancers that needed a bed for a few nights, and didn't mind sharing ours. That was indeed quite fun! Britney and Candice (usually separately) also make regular visits to our home, which is usually even more fun.

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About six months after the Junior incident, I was finalizing a large profitable deal for a big out of town trucking company and their owner, Jeffrey, couldn't have been a nicer guy. After the deal was done we went out for a few early drinks, grabbed a nice dinner, and then went out for a few more drinks and ended up at the Roxy for the evening. It was an off-night and things were a bit quiet, so Roxie could take the time and be social with us. I introduced Roxie to Jeff as my wife and they hit it off nicely, even if he couldn't quite take his eyes off of her tits… especially when she danced up on the stage for us!