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They talked for a while, actually discussing the demise of Elliott Walling, and the hiring of Ashley because of the case. Cassie had found out about the tactics used from Elliott's former firm, as the remaining partners were so mortified by them that they offered an olive branch. Namely, the were going to pay for a year's supply of diapers. Alex noted that was likely the doing of Gregg Allison. Cassie stated it did the trick, because she was livid when she'd first been told what had happened.
When she left, he was finally able to meet with Maggie, who dropped the latest bomb on the hotwife front.
"They cancelled them again?" he blurted out.
She nodded. "Well we kinda figured one of them would be. He can't fly from here to Vegas twice. But both reservations were cancelled, and there hasn't been another one booked yet. But that's not even the odd part."
"And what would that be?"
"There was a notation put on the cancellation about the credit card being denied."
"Was it?"
"No. I've been on top of that since I found out you were stupid and gave him your corporate card."
"Thanks for that."
"It was stupid."
"You've pointed that out. A lot."
"Needs to be pointed out every time this comes up, because it was stupid. Anyway, I'm on it, and I've made sure the charges get switched to my card as soon as a transaction is put through. But that's the thing. Other than the car rental, the flights are the only thing that's been charged, and it keeps changing. Now it's cancelled and there's not another booking."
"So they aren't using the card for anything else?"
"No. They're living off selling sex. Now that's she's escorting she's likely making money... not just surviving."
"But does that mean Gerard isn't going?"
"I can't answer that. Maybe he's driving now."
"You're right. It's so hard trying to figure out what is really going on."
"The good news is we've got stilettos on the ground there. With any luck they'll make some kind of contact with Christina today and be able to assess how she is."
"I really hope so. I think I'm about to get an ulcer."
"Wanna blowjob to take your mind off your troubles?"
"Actually, I'm thinking maybe we should take the afternoon off and do more than that," he winked.
"NOW you're talking!"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Friday Morning, May 23rd -- DAY 8
"How did you sleep?" Kalinda asked Ashley.
"Much better once you ate me out," she replied.
"I could say the same about you. You're idea of saving money by getting one bed instead of two really paid off," she giggled.
"I didn't know you'd been serious about being bisexual when I came up with it."
"Why would I lie about that? The whole point of that four hour drive here was for us to build up some trust. I'm counting on you."
"Pretty sure I proved myself last night. I've got your back. And that tasty pussy of yours."
"You certainly do. Are you feeling okay?"
"Headache. It's been a long time since I've done cocaine."
"Huh... me too. College?"
"Yeah. I did a lot of experimenting. More sexually than with drugs. Coke is as far as I went, and that wasn't much."
"Same here. That's feeling came back to me like a rush, though. I was high pretty quick."
"Wait until tonight. We're going to be fucked up for hours afterward. That was some pretty pure blow, to be honest."
"The kind that hooks people, which is pretty much the point. Hey, I got a few messages from Maggie while you were in the shower."
"Okay. What's new?"
"Check this out."
Kalinda opened her laptop and showed her the videos that had been texted. By that point Christina had sent Alex a few more of the gangbang, including the ending. The blonde hotwife had been constantly fucked, her three holes being abused for hours. She'd taken several cumshots on her face throughout the bondage party, but the grand finale was them fucking her one by one while she was on her back, her ankles once again bound to her wrists. When they were ready to cum, they'd whip off the condoms they were made to wear if they were fucking her pussy, and they'd straddle her chest to give her a point blank facial that she couldn't see coming because of the blackout lenses. Ashley was quick to point those out.
"I have a pair of those. They're intense. It's so weird to have your eyes open like that but you can't see anything. It's fucking hot!"
"That's authentic bukakke," Kalinda noted, as all eight Asian men finished on her face.
"That's a tad bit racist, don't you think?"
"I'm not the one doing it. They are. It's obviously a fetish of theirs if they have a name for everyone uses. Hell, if you can't call it bukakke when Asian guys do it, what's the fucking point?"
"Ha! That's true."
After watching that, Kalinda opened the link to the escort site, complete with Christina's pictures, profile, and weekly itinerary. Ashley shook her head. "I thought her having her own Pornhub page was out there. This is wild."
"I honestly wonder if she knows either of them exist?"
"What?
"Well it's pretty clear to me that if the texts Alex is getting from her are videos taken by Brandi... then Brandi has her phone. I'm guessing it's her that's posting everything. I just can't imagine Christina creating a Pornhub page. So it makes me wonder if she knows. If she does, I doubt she controls the content."
"She has to know about this website. She's working for the service. Look, she's booked tonight. Fuck, tomorrow night too."
"That explains the half-shifts they're listed for on the strip club schedule. We're barely going to be with them. I'm not sure how we're going to infiltrate their circle if we can't get close to them."
"Wait a minute... look at this. It says in her biography that she looks up to Brandi. As her mentor."
"We already knew that."
"I know. But, it's public."
"Ashley, she's said it publicly. Alex had told us that from the start."
"But if you're right about Christina not creating the Pornhub page, is it possible she didn't set this one up too?"
"Maybe, but I'm not following where you're going with this."
"Okay... I'll admit it's a bit of a stretch, but here me out. First, they both got booked for that party. Christina mentions Brandi in her profile like she's a known entity. But there's no mention of them being a pair. Click on the model menu. There has to be a page for Brandi... and there has to be a way to book two models."
Kalinda did some browsing on the site. Sure enough, Brandi had her own page. There was also an option where you could request two models, and that option showed what models were willing to work with others. Brandi had only listed Christina as a potential partner, and vice versa. Then there was the type of 'photo shoot' they were willing to do. Kalinda found a way to recreate what likely happened for the party they'd just watched.
"That's how you do it. You pick two girls, and then it gives an option of which one's the Domme and which one is the submissive."
"So it was dumb luck that Christina was the submissive?"
"No. Look here. Brandi speaks five languages. They picked her as the Domme because she's fluent in Japanese."
"So if both of them could speak the same language?"
"I would assume you'd pick the one you'd like in that scenario. I mean, what other kinks have one person over the other?"
"Oh, I don't know. Weren't you the Alpha in bed last night?"
"Huh? I guess you're right. I can think of a couple of others now that you bring that up."
"Right. But BDSM is the most obvious." Ashley stopped for a moment, thinking. The idea came to her rather quickly, and she grinned. "Fuck! It's the one we should use!"
"What?"
"This is radical, but here me out."
She spent the next ten minutes going over a plan that developed more as she explained it. Kalinda caught on quickly, actually expanding upon it; the two of them feeding off of each other. Inspired, she picked up her phone.
"What are you doing?" Ashley asked.
"Calling Bill. He needs to hear this!"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Friday Afternoon, May 23rd -- DAY 8
Kalinda confirmed what she saw on her phone when they arrived, the computer screen in the dancers lounge loaded up for all the girls to see. In addition to her and Ashley being listed to perform that night thru the following weekend, Brandi and Christina were scheduled to work at the strip club the next two weeks. But they were only going to be there for half shifts.
She turned to Ashley, who was looking over her shoulder. "It's true."
"Did you think the schedule on your phone was wrong?"
"No. But I was hoping. What do you make of it?"
"The same thing I thought about their schedule on the escort site. I don't know if they're really planning on staying that long, but now they're booked through Sunday night. The gig here is probably temporary. Easier to walk away from, unless the free cocaine has them addicted already."
"Not really free if you're having to fuck strangers for it."
"It is if you'd be looking for a way to fuck them anyway. And you know as well as I do that's the lure Brandi used to hook Christina. She's addicted to black cock, and this place is pretty much BBC exclusive. It's also a black hole. It'll suck you in before you realize you're in too deep to escape. Come for the cock, stay for the nose candy. Snort, fuck, repeat."
"So why the escorting?"
"I dunno. The thrill? The illusion of evolution?"
"What's that mean?"
"The natural progression of a prostitute. They've been taking steps up that hooker staircase. First streetwalker, here a cocaine whore, next an online call girl."
"But what did you mean by illusion?"
"If you're interested in exploring, like Christina, you have to give her those experiences. But they're rooted here. Anything else they do is an illusion. This is who they've become."
"That's a dark consideration."
"That's the dark reality, Okoye. And that reality is why we're here."
"So you don't think there's any chance we're wrong about this. That they're just having a good time."
"I'm sure Brandi is. I'm sure Christina believes she is too. But, this was supposed to be a three day weekend with Gerard. The two of them. Him pushing her sexually, owning her. Instead, it's literally been a week since Alex dropped her off, and he's nowhere to be seen. We're in Vegas. He's not. She hasn't been with him since Sunday that we know of. She might be having a good time, but this isn't what Alex agreed to. Hotwife aside, their marriage is evolving, but the ulterior motives involved are real, and its Brandi that's putting them in play."
"Jesus, you're right. This is dark."
"You already knew that. Again, it's why we're here. The biggest concern we have now is with them only working half days, are we going to be able to get close enough to them to make this work."
"There's always plan C," she winked.
"I know I came up with it, but that's a crap shoot and you know it. What about B?"
"I was never a fan of plan B. It's sketchy at best. I only threw it out there to calm Alex down because he was nervous about this one."
"Huh."
"What?"
"I thought plan B was sketchy too. I just didn't want to say anything because I'm all in on this one."
"Okay, so we agree. It's this, or we go straight to C."
"Agreed."
Two hours into the shift, they'd at least made contact. They were in the dancers lounge again when Brandi came in to get ready for her next stage set. They expected the cold shoulder. After all, it was a competitive environment and the girls could get a bit catty. There were already a few icy stares and bitchy comments from two others. The jealousy was understandable, and anticipated. New pussy was always a threat, and Brie and Okoye were gorgeous.
They were able to make introductions. It was casual, with compliments about appearance and such. Kalinda actually felt up Brandi's breasts, lifting them, saying she was amazed they weren't enhanced, because they were too perfect. Brandi returned the favor by aggressively cupping Kalinda's mound, making a comment about loving her stage name, and actually apologizing for assuming she was black from across the room the first time she saw her, and saying the lighting in the club didn't do her any favors, because she loved her deep olive skin color.
Kalinda used that as a way to become closer. "My grandparents are originally from Mumbai," she said honestly. "Although they spent more time in Sri Lanka."
"So you are Indian," she said as she slipped a finger inside her.
"Half. My mother is from the UK."
"Wow, I never would have guessed that. Your accent is very Californian."
"Probably because I was born in California," she winked. "You know, if you dig a little deeper with that finger, you might find out more about my heritage."
Brandi grinned wickedly and brought her finger to her mouth, sucking on it. Letting it linger on her lips, she said, "I can taste the Indian in you."
"Mmm... not the Brit?"
"No, not really," she teased.
"Well that's disappointing. I get my bisexuality from her."
"Interesting."
"Interesting enough to consider drinking from the source after we get off shift? I'm thinking I might need pussy after all this dick so I don't lose my Bi card."
"What about your friend, Brie?"
"I had her for lunch, but she can join us if you want. Whaddya say?"
"Tempting. But Venus and I are leaving in a couple of hours. We've got plans tonight."
"Are you and Venus attached? You seem tight."
"We're a... team. We play together."
"Hmm... like me and Brie. Well, think about it. Might be fun to tag-team sometime," she said seductively. Then she leaned in and kissed her.
They were sharing that steamy encounter when Christina came into the room.
"Whoa, what's going on?" she said to Ashley.
"My girlfriend is putting the moves on your girlfriend."
"Well, Brandi's not exactly my girlfriend."
"Are you together?"
"Yes."
"Do you have sex with her?"
"Ha! Yeah."
"Then she's your girlfriend. And her tongue is in mine's mouth. I'm Brie."
"Venus," she replied.
"Yeah, I know. You're fucking hot."
"Thank you."
"Did you just fuck?"
"Yeah. It was... damn he's got a nice dick," she snickered.
"Did he cum in you?"
"What?"
"We've only been here a couple of hours. It's our first time working here. I've learned two things so far. The dancers aren't shy about talking behind each other's back, and you have a bit of a reputation. Did he cum inside your pussy?"
"Yes. A lot."
"Can I clean you up?"
"Did you just... "
Turning, she looked into Christina's eyes. Putting her hand on her throat, she squeezed her fingers around the sides, leaning in for a kiss. Then she pushed her back aggressively into a chair and dropped to her knees. Spreading Christina's, she moved in, inhaling deep. "First time I ask. Then I take," she winked.
Diving between, she ate Christina, digging her tongue deep into her well-used cunt, searching for cum. She was tasting the combined seed of three men, and then she was treated with the delectable climax she drew out of the blonde beauty. The entire encounter was as powerful as it was swift, taking less than three minutes. It spoke to how talented Ashley was with her mouth, and how worked up Christina was.
Brandi and Kalinda had watched the ending. It was Brandi that said, "Yeah, partying with you two might be fun."
"Might be?"
"Okay... definitely."
Ashley jumped up when she heard her name being introduced by DJ the DJ. It was her turn on the pole center stage. The place was so packed they were using the side stages too, twice the number of dancers there than Brandi and Christina had been used too. But three times the men on a Friday. It was only going to get busier. And after what just happened, they were both rethinking the decision to leave.
Ashley shook her body to get herself together. As she was about to walk out into the heat of the spotlight, she turned to Christina. "That was fun. I wanna do that to you on stage. Why don't you go ask DJ if girl-girl action is allowed... if it is, join me and I'll finish what I started."
Ashley burst out of the dark and took the lighted stage by storm. Christina jumped up and headed toward the employee door. In a hurry.
"Where you going, Venus?" Brandi laughed.
"To talk to DJ. You heard her. She's not finished!"
She burst out that door, and Kalinda looked at Brandi. "Offer still stands."
"I'm sorry. Not tonight. We've got commitments the next three, I'm afraid. But I'm going to make sure we're free Monday. Are you and Brie going to be around?"
"We've signed on for two weeks to see how it goes. I've never stripped before. That part is out of my comfort zone."
"Not the other parts?" she asked sincerely.
"We were under the thumb of a pretty fucked up pimp. He beat the shit out of us when we didn't hit out weekly mark. So, we ran away. The hooking comes natural. The dancing doesn't. Well, to me. Look at Brie. She's incredible," she said as they looked on from the shadows.
"Obviously she's done this before."
"Yeah. But she was turning tricks when I met her."
"What about the drugs?"
"It's been a while, but the auditions yesterday brought that all back pretty quick. Plus, the Mangini brothers are a good time. I hadn't been fucked that good in a while. If I can figure out how to work that damn pole I think this place is perfect."
"You know they don't care if you do much on the pole, right?"
"What?"
"You have to look gorgeous, and show your pussy. You've got that covered. You're not going to have any problem getting guys into the VIP room, Okoye. You've just got to convince them to party."
"Well then I'm fucked."
"What? Why would you say that?"
"I just gave you my best lesbian kiss, and I couldn't convince you to party with me tonight."
"You've convinced me. Just not tonight. Monday. I promise."
"What about Venus?"
"Are you kidding? She's scrambling right now to be with Brie on stage."
"Do you think they'll let her? Sex in front of everyone has to be a no-no. I can't believe we can do it in the VIP rooms."
"You don't know much about this place, do you. It's connected."
"What?"
"You didn't hear it from me, but Vinnie and Frank are in a mob. How else do you think we'd be pushing blow on the customers?"
"I didn't want to think about it."
"We're protected. They have local cops on the payroll. I fucked one yesterday, gratis."
"What?"
"They come in, pick the girl they want, and fuck them. Don't have to pay. Don't have to do blow. It's also the only time we don't have a say in who we fuck. They get a freebie once a week if they want. And they want," she laughed. "They most definitely want."
"How many of them?"
"You know, I've already said too much. I'll just say it's enough to keep the place in business with no hassles. That's why we can do what we do. It's also why the Stat Stripper of the Shift is a thing."
"Yeah... I heard one of the other girls mention it. What is it?"
"DJ does a bullshit contest. Bottom line is the dancer that's the most successful in moving product during the shift gets to pick a guy out of the crowd and fuck him on stage. I don't think girl-girl is going to be a problem at all."
Christina walked back in and moved to the entrance of the stage. Kalinda saw the glazed look in her eyes. It was part lust, part being high. And it seemed more than just coke. She was flying on something else as well. Some kind of stimulant. The girl was wired. She could see it in how her eyes were constricted. Brandi's were the same way.
"Did you get clearance from the tower," she grinned.
"Getting ready for take off now. Just waiting on my cue!"
It came a few seconds later when Ashley finished taking off her sexy outfit, posing in just her heels, the move perfectly timed to the end of the song playing. Then DJ made the announcement.
