Alex - 10 Days of Torment Ch. 27

He pulled out his phone again, checking the last photo he'd taken of Gabriella. It brought a smile to his face. He wondered if she was freaking out at that moment, or was she going to be the Queen of spades she professed and fuck her second black cock within an hour.

"I hope my precious fucks him," he chuckled to himself.

Changing his focus slightly, he fired off a text to Kalinda.

4:48 PM

r u there yet

4:48 PM

yes got a rm

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nice plc?

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no gtta fit in

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u safe?

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4 now not at clb yet dnce at 6

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auditn?

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yes 4 job tmrw

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im in uber on wy 2 arpt

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hw did it go

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rlly wnt 2 no?

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yes

Billy sent her a couple of pictures of Gabriella sucking his cock, and then two of him giving her a facial. He knew he needed to come clean. His relationship with Kalinda was that important to him. He waited for her to text him back. It stunned him.

4:49 PM

wy 2 go bby!

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thot u mite b mad

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u do no wht im gnna b doing 2nit rght?

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good pnt

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whos the slut

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gabby. scott's sec

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did u fck

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×2

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my man

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her king lol

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??

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she nos ur blk panthr?

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HA! lng stry tll you ltr but im her 1st as a QOS

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got it

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get anythg bsdes sex

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gonna type this out so it's clear.

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scott paid 2 men. brothers. likely with mob connections

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black guys?

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not their race. siblings. 50k each to 2 offshore accounts in cayman isles

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thats not good

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he said brandi knows them and made problem go away

4:51 PM

Bill, the strip club is owned by 2 brothers. last name mangini

4:51 PM

Sounds mobbish enough

4:51 PM

def agree

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Are you ok

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other than ash and i having to do coke and fuck them just to make this plan work?

4:51 PM

We can try to come up with another plan

4:51 PM

we audition in an hour. need 2 leave soon

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you don't have to do this Kal

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not going to get another chance

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trying to get another audition tmrw wont happen

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plus we waste a day when we could be working with them tmrw

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you got another idea i'll listen

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i don't but you still don't have to

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we both know better than that

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ashley?

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100% on board

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you sure?

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shes trying to teach me dance moves. i need to stop texting and pay attention

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i land at 10:30 text me deets on motel

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you need to stay away. ash and i got this

4:54 PM

need my stuff babe

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we r undercover now

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tlkd to ash same motel is ok but no contact

4:53 PM

no. bad idea

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ill find a different place and text you deets

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cant be at same motel no one can know im here

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I'll leave ur stuff in my suv. Hide a key under front bumper

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ok 911 if you need me

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I need you 4ever bby

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love you. wish us luck

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you got it. love you too babe

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T'Challa my KING!

4:53 PM

be my warrior Okoye

Kalinda put her phone on the table by the bed. Ashley stood in the open space they'd created in the small room.

"Do I have your attention now, Kal?"

"It's Okoye," she replied.

"What?"

"We're undercover now, Ashley. We have less than an hour to become strippers."

"I am a stripper, Kal. It's one of the reasons I'm here."

"I know that. What I'm trying to say is we're not Kalinda and Ashley. You're not even Kitten. Or frankly, Harley. We can't be anyone that we really are. I'm Okoye."

"From Black Panther?"

"And Endgame, which is what this is. You're Captain Marvel."

"Pretty sure I can't use that as a stage name."

"I know that."

"Well I'm sorry, but Carol Danvers doesn't exactly come across as a stripper name either."

"No, but Brie does," she winked, referring to Brie Larson, the actress that played the character.

"Huh? Okay. I can pull that off."

"Are you sure? This is kind of important. We can't get tripped up by you forgetting your name."

"We're only going by our stage names, right? Even alone?"

"That'll make it easier."

"Then we're good. I'm Brie. You're Okoye."

"I just need to make sure."

"Did you not pay attention to my life story? You know... Tomboy. College athlete. Lawyer. Submissive. BDSM pain slut. Stripper. Sexual goddess that's into roleplaying. Any of that ring a bell?"

"Ha! Yes, yes. You were very open with me."

"As were you. Thank you for that, by the way."

"You too."

"Look, if you can't tell by now that not only do I want to be here, I need to be here, and that I'm your perfect partner for this, I'm not sure you're ever going to get it."

"You're right. This is just, you know, unnerving."

"We go in, we do our thing, and we get out and assess."

"It's not that simple. The Mangini brothers are apparently linked to the mob."

Kalinda told her not only the limited details of what she found out from Billy, but how it tied in to what they knew about Rebecca's death.

Ashley listened, and said, "So the payoff was really to get the cops not to look for Brandi. You think that's because she changed her name?"

"I think it's because she knows where the heroin came from. I'm guessing she's in some way responsible. Paying off a cop would keep them from looking for the source."

"Makes sense. I'm not sure how that impacts us."

"What part of the mob don't you get?"

"They're guys. With cocks. Don't overthink it."

"Are you sure you aren't underthinking it?"

"My point is that that's in the past. Yes, they got paid to bail Brandi out of a bad spot. It's not like she owes them. They got paid. My other point is that we're there to provide entertainment to a couple of guys with cocks, and that's what they'll be thinking with while we're with them. Same as it's going to be when we get the job and start working tomorrow night."

"If we get the jobs."

"Listen to you. Have some confidence. You're stunning. That's half the job right there. The other is having the nerve to take your cloths off. I'm lucky because another thing on my list is exhibitionist. What about you?"

"I'm not a stranger to it."

"Then we just need to teach you some moves. The thing I was trying to say is we're playing to the cock. That's the focus. And from the videos you showed me, we're going to be fucking them. That actually makes this easier, believe it or not."

"I can't possibly imagine how that can be true."

"Because we know that endgame, Okoye," she winked. "If we can actually play with them, putty on our hands. We control that endgame. Plus, and I need to say this, if you think I haven't already put my pussy in the face of guys that are dangerous, you're fooling yourself. I'm guessing it will be safer there than where I dance because of what we're apparently going to be asked to do. They're going to look after us pretty well, I would imagine."

"Hard to believe they get away with it."

"Really? We just found out they've got cops in their pockets. I'm guessing one of their routine business expenses is paying them to stay away."

"Damn, Brie, you're good at this shit!"

"I used to be a lawyer before I became a hooker. Know my way around the law a bit. That is our backstory, right? We're hookers looking for a safer way to apply our trade?"

"Fuck, I totally forgot about a backstory."

"Huh. Well, I think we need to work on those before we worry about the dance moves or we may not make it through the audition. The hooker story works, right? We'd rather have the security of the club than be on the street dealing with a pimp that beats us if we don't pull in enough money. That works."

"Yeah. I think it does. What else?"

"Let's do both. Get up and show me what you can do while we flesh out the details of who Okoye and Brie are."

"You're right. I'm lucky to have you as my partner in this."

"Same here," she nodded.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Thursday Afternoon, May 22nd -- DAY 7

"Newbies," Brandi chuckled, watching two girls walk into the club. She and Christina were in the darkened entry that would lead the the stage. There were three poles, the ones on either side of the one on center stage used for when the place was packed. That wasn't the case at a quarter to six on a Thursday afternoon. They were the next two in line, waiting to be introduced, like planes on the tarmac waiting for clearance from the tower. They were waiting on the girl working her ass off on the pole to finish her set, all for a measly few singles.

It would have been so much easier to make money just to walk out into the group of horny men leering, sit on the lap of one, and convince him to join her for a private VIP dance that would include the prospect of fucking, provided they were willing to party with her. And partying meant doing cocaine. It was part of the house rules.

Really, the dancing on stage was just to make the establishment appear as legitimate; a strip club, instead of the brothel that pushed drugs that it actually was. Having cops in their pocket allowed the owners some leeway when it came to what really went on inside the walls, but they did need to provide the gentleman's entertainment the marquee outside advertised.

Christina looked in the general direction of where Brandi was looking, and asked, "What?"

"Two new girls just walked in. See them? Their dressed like they're going to the gym. They even have bags over their shoulders."

"Ha! Are you sure?"

"DJ told me Frank and Vinnie were going to audition two new girls at 6:00. That has to be them."

"Makes sense. I wonder if they know what they're in for?"

"They're about to find out. God, look at the black one. Those yoga pants are tight. I can see her pussy from here."

"I don't think she's black. Middle eastern heritage, maybe? Or Indian."

"Like Turquoise?"

"Not Native American. Indian. Like from India."

"Whatever. Doesn't change that camel toe. She is fucking hot!"

"So's the blonde. Did you see her big tits bouncing? That girl knows how to move. Hell, I'd fuck her!"

"I bet you would," she grinned.

"Still thinking about what I did to you?"

"That tongue of yours is lethal, Venus."

"Do you think they'll get the jobs?"

"Depends totally on accepted what we do here."

"If they do, we're gonna have some competition for dick. They're both sexy as hell."

"Listen to you," she laughed. "We're only scheduled to be here through Monday."

"I know," she replied, giving her a look that made her stop in her tracks.

"That's unless you want to extend our engagement."

Her brain was fuzzy, the atmosphere she was in appealing to her growing list of kinks. Christina was having the time of her life. She loved being with Brandi. She was not only a kinky good time herself, the sex they had together was explosive. And then there was the sex they were having as a team.

Selling her body had become an odd aphrodisiac. Even more so when combined with stripping away what was left of her innocence when she performed on stage. She never realized how much exhibitionism turned her on; the lustful gaze of men that wanted to devour her. The idea that someone out in the shadows of the audience would pay to fuck her pussy made her wet. She'd already fucked three of them and she'd been there just less than two hours.

There was also the back to back gangbangs she'd had with Brandi in their motel room the previous two nights. It was lost in the haze, but she wanted to do it again. And again. She was beyond excited about the prospect of being Brandi's submissive, and being told what to do with another group of men that night, as an escort. She hoped it would happen, but there was no guarantee, which was why she was making the most of the four hours she'd dance at the club.

Brandi had said it. She was no longer Christina. She was Venus Butterfly, Las Vegas sex performer. She had a tattoo that symbolized her stage name, and a hairstyle to match. But she'd become her. She had her own amateur porn page on the largest platform for that sort of thing on the planet. She was currently listed as available on a local website for escorts. On her way to the club, she saw a billboard announcing the 37th annual AVN awards, the self-appointed Oscars of the adult film industry. The ceremony was going to be held right there in Vegas at the Hard Rock Cafe' in February the next year, and she actually wondered to herself if she could star in a few bonafide X-rated productions in the next month or so, would she be eligible for New Starlet of the Year.

All of that sexual hubris stemmed from being overstimulated, in every way imaginable. She was emotionally heady from being an object, the lustful looks and stares making her edgy. She was physically electrified by the touch of strangers, and released the built up charge that caused when she'd cum from being fucked. Then there was the mindfuck that was being created chemically by the cocaine and heroin currently swimming around in her bloodstream. That was occasionally topped off by THC to calm herself down enough to sleep.

She hadn't thought about her husband or kids in almost twenty-four hours. They certainly weren't on her mind at that moment, as she reached down between her legs and scooped up some cum she'd missed cleaning up from the guy that had just fucked her to an incredible two orgasms. She brought that dollop to her lips, absentmindedly sucking her fingertips like that was normal. Suddenly it was in the world she wanted to be a part of. She honestly hadn't considered the fact that Gerard was still absent. She'd lost track of time, and days. She was with Brandi, having fun being a whore, ready for the next erotic adventure.

Brandi saw that look, and grinned. She had her hooked. Not on heroin, although that was likely. She had her obsessed with the seedy world they were immersed in. Still, she had to proceed carefully.

"What are you thinking, Venus? Do you want me to sign us up for the rest of next week here?"

Shaking her head slowly as she considered the question, she replied, "No. I don't think so."

Brandi's heart sank, upset with herself for totally misreading her expression. "Oh, okay. It just looked like that's what you wanted."

"I do. I also want to see what fun we might be able to have escorting. Do you think Frank and Vinnie will let us sign on for half-shifts for a while. That way we can keep our nights free in case we get a client."

Shaking her head in disbelief, she said, "Yeah. I don't see why not. We're on pace to do in four hours what most of the others are doing in a full shift."

"Plus I gotta believe there's more money in escorting than this. We might be able to find a better place to live."

"A place... to live."

"Absolutely. I'm loving this. You're okay being my roommate, aren't you?"

Brandi had to pause. Her initial thought was she'd overplayed her hand, and had created a monster. It never occurred to her in the carefully crafted plan she'd developed that Christina might not want to go home at all. And she kicked herself for that oversight. She should have anticipated it. After all, that's pretty much what Rebecca had done. But Brandi didn't think Christina was giving up her homelife for drugs. She was going to let it all go for the sex... an addiction that was just as real, but one she hadn't considered at all.

Having seconds to make a decision on how to play the new cards in her hand, she went with the gambling adage that it was best never to fold when you had a lot already invested in the kitty. The other options were to bluff, which she frankly wasn't prepared for; to call, which might bring an abrupt end to the game with the prospect of losing, or... to tap the table to stand pat, and see what the next card would do to help your position. Brandi chose that last option.

"Yeah. Sure. We can look for a place. Let me get things set with the brothers and DJ, and we'll make a decision in a few days when we see how popular we become on the escort site."

"Where are you going? You're up next?"

"To talk with Frank and Vinnie."

"It's almost six. They're about to be fucking the newbies, aren't they?"

"Oh yeah. I forgot."

"We'll hit them up on the way out. I'm excited, B. Living here would be incredible."

"I excited too," she said, not all that convincingly. She could feel her plan fraying at the edges, about to unravel.

They each made it through their dance set on stage. Brandi watched Christina from backstage after her own, but with one eye. She was preoccupied with her phone. She'd logged onto the website of the airline she'd been using, going back and forth as to what she wanted to do. She'd been backed into a corner. She honestly felt she was so close to making things happen the way she envisioned. Yes, there was the crapshoot that was actual pregnancy. But up until then every decision she'd made had the odds increasing exponentially.

Knowing it would likely blow up in her face, she still played the long game. It was always going to be about how patient she could be. She called up the account, and in quick succession she cancelled Gerard's flight. Not just the one for that night that he didn't know about. The one for Friday night as well. She didn't bother to book another one. She wasn't sure how she was even going to explain the latest cancellation to him. But she'd come up with a lie he'd believe. She always did.

A shiver ran through her as she closed the website. "Fuck. My ass is going to really pay the price for this. I'm in for the worst beating he's ever given me," she sighed.

It was likely going to be true. There was also know denying how wet it made her to imagine what it was going to feel like. The paddling she'd endured through school had conditioned that reaction. It was a big part of why she was so fucked up sexually.

She made sure she was out amongst the crowd of men, in the back where it was dark away from the stage lights. She didn't want Christina to know what she'd just done. If she wasn't going to ask about when Gerard was going to be there, she wasn't about to offer it up on her own.

She was amazed at the sexuality that oozed from her friend. Comparing to the person she was that first time they were together, it was a remarkable transformation. Christina walked off the side steps of the stage, directly to one of the guys that had a ringside seat. She'd spent an extra few moments in front of him on her back, her legs spread lewdly for his personal enjoyment. At least, she attempted to make the interaction between them seem personal. Bending at the waist, she licked at his ear, whispering to him. His hand went to the inside of her thigh, riding up along her soft skin until he was cupping her warm, wet pussy. Slipping two fingers inside, she let him fuck her with them for a while before asking him to stop. She took him gently by the wrist, bringing his hand to her mouth, sucking his fingers like it was a cock. That was enough to convince him to go with him for an extended full-service lap dance.

"She's a fucking natural at this!"

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Thursday Afternoon, May 22nd -- DAY 7

"Get undressed," Vinnie said in a gruff voice.

It didn't surprise either of the girls that they were skipping the actual stripper part of the job description. They discussed on the way there the various scenarios and how things might play out. Thankfully they had video of Christina and Brandi from their audition, both what was sent to Alex and what was posted of his wife on her dedicated Pornhub page.