A Secretary Changed Ch. 22

Endgame...six months later...

The music thumps in the dark club. The air filled with the smell of cigarettes, cheap cigars, and cheap perfume. Several tables surround two brightly lit stages while the tables themselves sit in shadow and dark. Underlying the loud hip hop is the dull thrum of low conversation, the wolf whistles, and the clapping. The occasional clapping. The establishment not generally known for the politeness of its clientele.

On the two stages are mounted gleaming brass poles. And on each brass pole, a nearly naked girl. Dancing, gyrating, wiggling ass and tits and sporting g-strings adorned with crumpled one dollar bills. Occasionaly stopping to go to the side of the stage as another dollar is placed in the string on their hips.

Walking around from table to table are several other girls. Some looking rough, and some too pretty to be doing this sort of work. College girls, drug addicts, bored housewives, all are equalized by the nature of the job. The waitresses serving powerful drinks, the men racous and rude.

In the upstairs area a smaller stage, behind a closed door. A small bar in the corner with a bartender wearing a tight and skimpy dress. Only a few tables in this room. A large curved booth in the corner for large parties to all sit and enjoy. A burly bouncer guarding the door, the passage to paradise to be had for only the cost of admission. The VIP room. Currently occupied by only four people. The bartender, a single wealthy gentleman, Mistress Jane, and Hayley.

Mistress Jane sat across the table from the Sheik. Only known as the Sheik in any circle. Wealthy, powerful, and quite handsome in Armani. Jane Kessler wearing a very tight, very sheer, lace dress. Nothing under, and not nearly enough material to cover her body. Her high heels shiny, black, and more expensive then most people's rent for a month.

And wearing just hot pink, strappy high heels, tiny pink panties, with her hair now also hot pink, was Hayley. On her knees. On her knees in front of the Sheik. His chair pulled back from the table and his thick hairy cock in her mouth. Hayley was giving him a slow, deep blowjob as the Sheik and Jane Kessler discussed business. Specifically, the sale of several of Jane's assets and properties, including the very strip club they were sitting in. And including any "employees" that happened to be working in the aforementioned properties. Including Hayley.

As Hayley's lips stayed wrapped tight on his veiny shaft, moving up and down slowly and wetly, he practically paid no attention to the cute girl working his cock. Instead focusing on negotiations with Jane as to prices and availability. The slurps and sucks and little whimpers coming from her fell on deaf ears as compromises were made. Numbers bandied back and forth. Concessions given. And finally, a settled upon price.

"Babydoll," Mistress said, addressing Hayley. Hayley stopped sucking the Sheik's cock but kept it in her warm mouth. "Stop what you're doing and wait outside while we conclude our business here," she told Hayley. Without a word Hayley stood up and left the VIP lounge, closing the door behind her. It didn't take long for her to learn not to question or hesitate when her Mistress commanded.

Once Hayley was gone and with a snap of her fingers, Jane Kessler also dismissed the bartender. The drinkmaker leaving just as quietly. Once alone with the Sheik, Jane stood up. The final negotiating point before he would sign the deal, the Sheik had one condition left to be met.

He stood up, and took a step back from the table. Grinning as he did it, he watched Jane Kessler. Watched as she pouted, and slowly wiggled out of her dress. As she tossed it on the table, he pointed to the stage. Still pouting, Jane got on all fours and crawled, naked in heels, over to the stage where many a girl stripped nightly. Her voluptuous bosom swaying under her as she crawled. Her humiliation evident on her face as she slowly crawled up on the stage. Facing the mirrored wall, she watched his reflection as he moved up slowly behind her. Watched his eyes as he looked the prize over, and watched his eyes as they met her's in the mirrors reflection.

The Sheik stood behind Jane Kessler, his cock still out and hard from Hayley's slow teasing blowjob. She could see them both in the mirror as his tip teased over her slit. Plunging inside Jane Kessler's tight pussy just once, to get his shaft wet. Then she felt him line his cock up with her ass. They locked eyes again in the mirror and he grinned.

Jane Kessler was a woman of vast sexual experience. She had trained her body to please, and every part of her was expert in the art of sex. So as the Sheik pushed his tip against her little brown hole, Jane used her talents to open her sphincter wide. Gaping herself to allow easy passage. Her anal ring under her complete control, she could gape herself to accommodate any girth easily. She could also squeeze it tight enough to pleasure even the smallest dick.

So as the Sheik slid his cock up Jane's ass, she allowed him to do so easily. And once he was balls deep, she gripped him tight. Squeezng down and watching his reaction in the mirror. When he gave no indication of how it felt she squeezed tighter. And that's when he began to fuck her ass. The Sheik held Jane's hips and started pumping into her rectum. As she was on all fours on the stripper stage, in her own club, naked in heels, the Sheik began to take his measure of her ass an inch at a time.

She made a good show of it, pushing back, grinding, and squealing like one of her whores as he sodomized her. Watching herself in the mirror as he grabbed her raven hair and jerked her head back roughly, Jane squealed. Gasping with each powerful thrust of the Sheik's hard cock. Yelping every time he slapped her ass hard. Turning her cheeks red, and then purple. Her big tits bouncing and swaying under her, slapping together like clapping hands.

Jane Kessler knew how to work a cock. The men fortunate enough to fuck her usually walked away changed men. Her skills were unsurpassed and she had knowledge of techniques to milk a man quite dry and quite quickly. So as the Sheik reached up and held her shoulders to fuck her ass harder, she tried using her skills. Trying to finish him fast. Using her anal ring to grip and release his pumping shaft. Giving his cock a pulsating sensation with each thrust. Then gripping it tightly with each plunge in and out. Tighter than a glove.

But she was unaware of who she was truly dealing with this time. And as the assfucking continued for long minutes, she watched in the mirror. His face passive despite the epic shag he was throwing her. Still wearing his Armani suit with his cock sticking out the open zipper, he hadn't even broken a sweat. Wasn't even breathing hard. He just kept pumping and pumping his cock into Jane, with no respite.

Jane looked at herself in the mirror, and squealed in agony as he gave her ass a particularly hard slap. By this time, her body was glistening with sweat and her arms and legs were tired and burning. But not burning quite as intensely as her anal ring. Her efforts had long since ceased and her body was exhausted. It was all Jane Kessler could do to hold herself up and keep from passing out. The Sheik was strained by now as well. His thrusts remaining powerful, if not as rapid. Putting her head down with her ass up, Jane could only take it now. Not particularly active as he continued mercilessly. She had alreadly lost track of how long he had been fucking her ass, and as he finally held his length in her, emptying his seed deep in her bowels, she quivered weakly and nearly sobbed. This was the hardest business deal she ever had to negotiate. Like, ever.

The Sheik slid his cock out of Jane Kessler's ass with an audibly wet plop, releasing an oozing stream of thick semen. As she fell forward and lay on her tummy and tits, his men entered the VIP lounge. She weakly looked up, looking at him as he calmly put his softening cock away and zipped up. As she looked at him, he looked at her and sneered. His men had been busy while she was getting a good assfucking. Laying on her side slowly, and with effort, Jane looked at his men as they gathered around the Sheik.

"What is this?" she asked. Naked in heels on the VIP lounge stage. "Why are your men here, in the club? This is just a business deal. Why are they armed?" she asked. Pulling her leg up a bit to try and sit up. Her ass now gaping and sore, still oozing the Sheik's thick cum.

"Don't try to stand you whore," the Sheik told her, sneering. "The champagne I brought you was a special mix. Did you not notice my glass untouched?" he asked her. His accent thick. Jane looked up at him, as her mind slowly grasped how unusual it was for her to be outfucked by a mere man.

"You...drugged me?" she asked. Her voice incredulous though starting to slur. Her eyes starting to droop. Her skin starting to crawl. Jane tried to sit up again and this time fell on her back. The men in the room chuckling at her naked body in heels. Her big tits jiggling with her efforts.

"No worse than some of the things you've done cow," the Sheik laughed. "I only made it easier for you to sign over everything you own to me. You were too busy being a greedy bitch to read the fine print on all those papers you signed today," he finished, with a snicker. Jane looked up at him, her mouth agape. Feeling herself fading. Seeing two of his men coming towards her and holding rope.

"You...bastard," was all she could utter before it all faded to black.

(to be continued...)