Lapdancing Girlfriend Ch. 05

Jen's mind, body, and soul were a mixture of emotions—shame, arousal, loss, excitement, even bewilderment—all coursing through her while still leaving her feeling empty and blank, unable to form a thought as she continued to look at her boss.

"Granted they will begin to think about it later," he continued, as if having a normal conversation instead of talking to the woman he had just violated on his lap who was softly crying, "but I will abide by our agreement and you now have complete control over the girls," he said to her. "Just remember, if your plans do not show a profit, it will be your own ass on the line," he said to her as he slid her off his lap and got up.

Jen stood next to the chair, her thong barely hanging off her right hip exposing her crotch as Mr. DeWight walked out of the room, telling her over his shoulder, "That will be all for today Diamond," dismissing her without a care as she continued standing almost naked, shamed to the core.

She stood there for a few minutes before quietly leaving the room.

Mr. DeWight was not in the office, apparently having left immediately, and Jen gathered and put on her clothes.

Making her way back to her office in a trance, she entered the double frosted glassed doors and numbly went into her office, ignoring Velvet's questions as she collapsed into her chair, staring blankly at the computer.

"Hello? Earth to Diamond," Velvet's voice came over her.

Jen looked at her still in a daze, unaware the girl had followed her.

"What did Mr. DeWight say about your proposals?" she asked anxiously. Suddenly seeing the blank expression on Jen's face she backed off, looking at her in concern as she asked, "Are you alright?"

Jen shook off her mental fuzziness as best she could, finally looking up at her assistant as she answered. "Yeah, I'm fine," she lied. "And yes, Mr. DeWight agreed to everything," she said after a moment, not going into any more details on their agreement.

"He did?" Velvet's voice and face showed surprise. "Even the paid travel?" she asked as Jen nodded.

Then her assistant looked at her more intently, her brows furrowed. "And what did he want in return?" she asked.

Even as new as she was, Velvet was aware Mr. DeWight was not somebody who gave in to anything without a reason.

Jen shrugged, unwilling to tell Velvet how she had accepted his offer to become the willing slut he wanted her to be, instead saying, "He gave me a year to prove my changes will increase profits above and beyond the costs of the travel."

"And then what?" Velvet asked as Jen shrugged.

Her assistant was more astute, but Jen currently did not want to talk about her problems as she told her, "Let's not think about that," as she logged into her computer and glanced at a few e-mails.

Eventually she realized she had been staring at her inbox for who knew how many minutes so decided the e-mails could wait until tomorrow. Surprisingly Velvet had not left, patiently sitting across from her desk. Jen's mind had been so preoccupied with what had happened she had not even noticed.

Looking at the young woman she finally asked, "So what do we have on the agenda next?"

She needed something to do in order to get into a proper mindset, pushing her thoughts away from the aroused and confused feelings of her body.

She became conscious of the wet material between her legs and she tried to refocus her thoughts away from the shameful, yet undeniable yearning of her body wanting more.

"Well, I say let's call your limo, catch some dinner, and then it'll be time to meet the guys at the club," Velvet said happily.

In surprise Jen looked at the clock, seeing it was already after five o'clock. She had lost all track of time in her meetings and eventual debasement.

She began to open her mouth to tell Velvet she was not going to go when the girl raised her hand.

"Oh no, you are NOT backing out of this," the woman said with conviction. "When's the last time you had some fun?" she asked rhetorically as she went on, "it's time to let your hair down, meet some new people, and forget about DSA for an evening," she said. "Besides, you look like you need a distraction," she said with sympathy.

Jen knew the young woman was right. If she went back to the hotel, all she would end up doing would be sitting and thinking about what had happened over and over, feeling sorry for herself.

Reluctantly she nodded her head, telling a triumphant Velvet she would look for something to change into.

"No," her assistant told her, "that outfit is perfect. It's the right part of slutty, sexy, and still leaving the guys wanting more—it will look awesome under black lights!" she said happily.

Jen relented, agreeing with the girl if only to curb the woman's bubbly attitude, which was irritating in light of her despondent feelings, although she would not take it out on the girl who was only trying to be helpful. Also Jen knew the girl was anxious to meet up with Christopher, her photographer's assistant, remembering how they had hit it off during her photo-shoot.

Velvet called for her limo and a few minutes later her chauffeur called to let her know the limousine was waiting. Without any more discussion they made their way downstairs.

Laurence raised his eyebrows seeing Velvet accompanying Jen, as she told him they were going out for the night, asking if they should take a cab.

Her driver looked at the two beautiful women and smiled. "My job is to drive you wherever you want to go ma'am," he told her. "Taxis are not reputable enough for two beautiful women such as yourselves," he said politely as he held open the door for the girls.

After scooting inside to give Velvet room and Laurence closing the door, her assistant whispered, "He's cute," as the car moved off.

Asking where they wished to go, Velvet told Laurence they were going clubbing at the Avalon, but wanted to eat something first, asking if he knew of a restaurant near there they could stop. The driver nodded as if he knew where he was going—which Jen was glad for—as they pulled away from the corporate headquarters.

"Want me to shut the partition?" Velvet asked as she sat back in the seat.

"No!" Jen said suddenly, and seeing the surprised look from her assistant, said with embarrassment, "Sorry, I mean, no. I enjoy the view from the front window," she said lamely, not willing to go into how Mr. DeWight demanded her into allowing the chauffer to look at her—or her continued display of herself each morning.

Jen was actually glad for the girl's company, quickly falling into 'girl talk' about this and that, grateful she did not have time to dwell on the day's events.

The restaurant Laurence took them to eat at was a nice outdoor bistro. Jen and Velvet both ordered the mahi-mahi special with a nice chardonnay, and her mind completely occupied with her assistant's company and watching the scenes of Los Angeles unfold about them as they chatted about anything and everything.

Once again Jen was glad for Velvet's company, realizing the rest of the evening would have been spent wallowing in her own self-pity.

After eating, when the waiter brought the check Velvet pulled out what Jen saw with surprise was a Platinum American Express card.

"You have a platinum card?" she asked surprised. After talking to her all night Jen knew the girl was practically living as a pauper, working not only at the club but also part time as a waitress at a local café to make ends meet, reminding her of her earlier career while Dan had been in college.

Velvet blushed and said somewhat shamefully, "Actually, it's your card," she admitted to Jen's surprise. "Elsie dropped it off while you were in your meetings and told me to use it exclusively for you," she smiled, handing her the card.

Jen looked at the credit card, surprised to read the name on the front: 'Diamond, DSA Spokesmodel.' She had never seen a card without a real name, let alone a stripper's dancing alias, wondering what Mr. DeWight had to do to get such a card. She looked at it for a few moments before the fact it was her card sank into her awareness.

Larry was waiting for them in front of the restaurant when they exited, so they quickly got into the car as he drove them to the nightclub.

Nearing the club, Jen was overwhelmed at the extravagant facing of the front of the building, looking more like an elegant hotel or casino than a dancing club. Situated next to the club was an open lot where a carnival was set up--complete with a Ferris wheel and other rides full of people; however, it was the other side of the club entrance which caught her attention—a long line of people extending down the block and wrapping out of sight around the next building!

"We are not waiting in that!" Jen said, somewhat glad they had a reason to cancel going to the club.

The quiet ride to the club after dinner had caused Jen to realize they were going to meet a man who had just yesterday fucked her in front of not only a camera, but several other people—including the woman sitting next to her. How could she even meet him face-to-face let alone try to have a fun night out with him she wondered. And what would they think of her for allowing it?

Velvet's laughter caught her attention as the young girl stated, "Of course not, not when we're going to be with an actual VIP who can get us into the club!" she said.

Jen looked at her with doubt, wondering what the young woman was talking about when her attention was brought to the door as Larry opened it for them.

Getting out of the car, Jen looked at her assistant in puzzlement, wondering who else they were meeting for them to get into the door without waiting in line like everybody else when her attention was drawn to a group of men walking quickly towards them.

"There you are!" she heard one of the men say as she recognized Christopher and Sean, along with four other men gather with them.

Christopher immediately took Velvet into his arms, lifting her up and giving her a big kiss. Jen stood around uncomfortably as Velvet's dress pulled up, showing off the bottom half of her bare ass—Jen realizing the woman was wearing a thong like her—as the other men looked on with heated eyes.

Without any hint of embarrassment Velvet, pulled the hem of her skirt back when Christopher released her, her face flushed instead at the obvious heated kiss. Jen could immediately see the woman was more comfortable about showing off her body than even she was, her mind drifting back to Mr. DeWight's comment about her needing to feel more comfortable about her nudity.

It was an odd conundrum, being a stripper and exposing herself to men almost nightly, while still being self-conscious in public.

She looked at the men, realizing all of them were now looking heatedly at her. She kept her face from looking at Sean and instead looked at each of the men, uncomfortable to meet Sean's eyes, again wondering what he thought of her after their carnal photo-shoot the day before.

"Sorry we're late," Velvet said as the young man released her, her lips red, puffy, and glistening from the deep kiss. Christopher put his hand on her ass as she stood near him, her body comfortable with the man's attention as she told the others, "Diamond's staff meeting went over schedule, and then we had to get a bite to eat, but we're ready to party now!" she said happily to the other men's hoots.

"Thank God," Sean said to everybody else's agreement. "We thought we were going to have to get in that line and wait all night," he chuckled as the other guys nodded their heads, their eyes never leaving Jen.

Jen finally looked at the man, not knowing what to expect—lust, disgust, dominance, or repulsion—but he paid her no more attention than any other woman, focusing upon Velvet as much as herself. In fact, he treated her no differently than the other guys with him, introducing them to her and Velvet as simple acquaintances, not somebody he had fucked and cum all over the day before.

Without intending to, Jen felt herself relax, her earlier trepidation dissipating as she greeted the other men—all handsome with well-toned bodies. She heard a chorus of names, but knew she would not get them straight as she was introduced to Carl, Steve, Jonathon, and Tom.

Once introductions were made Sean asked if everybody ready, and to Velvet's and the other men's enthusiastic reply, as well as her own less-than-excited response, surprisingly wrapped his arm around Jen's shoulders and led them to the entrance of the club, bypassing the line.

At the doors were two well-built bouncers, each holding an iPad which they looked at as they let people into the door from the long line. Jen saw each of them had the type of microphones in their ears with the twirled tubing, reminding her of Secret Service men or spies in the movies when she suddenly thought about her own surveillance equipment on her body.

"Names?" the large bald bouncer on the left asked without even looking up from his tablet.

Jen's eyes grew large in surprise as Sean said, "Diamond, DSA Spokesmodel and entourage."

The man looked from his iPad suddenly, his eyes widening in obvious recognition as he looked at her, saying, "Wow, you look even better in person than online," he told her as she felt a moment of embarrassment.

She also noticed all the banter from the people in front of the line had quieted as several people raised their phones towards her, knowing they were taking pictures of her as she again blushed. Once again she did not know how to react to her apparent increasing notoriety and celebrity status.

The bouncer tapped on his iPad and looked back up at them saying, "Go on in. A hostess will greet you in the lobby and take you to your table," he told them as the Velvet and the guys 'hooted' their success.

Jen was still surprised it was her name—or pseudonym—used to get in—and that it had worked as she let Sean lead her into the double doors followed by the others, finally asking him about it.

The handsome man laughed, Jen oddly having a flashback in her mind of his large cock entering her, spreading her wide, as she was brought back to reality as he answered. "Although your official coming out party isn't until tomorrow night, the whole city underground has been talking about you for the past few days," he explained to her, causing her to once again to feel uncomfortable about her apparent fame.

One of the other guys, Carl she believed was his name, said, "There hasn't been a DSA Spokesmodel for several years," he explained. "The fact DSA has one now after years of auditions and applications—and from an unknown girl—has everybody curious," he told her with a smile. "I've heard the DSA website actually crashes a couple times each night from the volume of people trying to log in and see your section," he chuckled with everybody else.

Jen felt her face flush in shame hearing and being reminded by the web site, remembering the videos of her fucking Mr. DeWight as well as sucking Tim off. Hearing about the web site's success getting so much traffic caused her to remember Mr. DeWight giving her the bonus check—still in her purse—for her 'beyond expected revenue.'

Moving further into the front lobby of the club they were immediately accosted by the steady "Thoom! Thoom! Thoom! Thoom!" of the club music coming from inside, the heavy bass beats vibrating all the way through them as they walked into an elegantly decorated reception area.

A woman wearing short white hot pants and a bandeau top—an outfit very similar to one Jen wore at the club—greeted them. "Hi, I'm Sandy and will be your hostess for the evening. If you'll follow me I'll take you to your table," she said over the music and crowd, leading them into the club proper.

Sean's arm wrapped around Jen's waist as he escorted her forward, the others following behind, as the woman led them into the main section of the club. Jen was suddenly happy for Sean's arm around her as she was overwhelmed and assaulted by the loud Top 40 contemporary club music, encompassing and surrounding them like a flood of water. His arm was an anchor to the resulting chaos as around them, a sea of jumping and bouncing bodies congregated in the center floor while a myriad of lights—strobes, spotlights, black lights, and more—moved in time to the music.

Jen saw over the crowd a raised stage where the music and lights were apparently controlled by a couple of DJ's. Around the stage and before her and her party the surge of bodies moved and undulated, like a single giant creature, pulsating in time to the music.

She became mesmerized as the crowd moved like a wave machine, beginning to feel the stirring within her to dance as they followed their hostess to a sunken lounge area draped off by velvet ropes, the area containing various plush couches and tables.

Their particular section was directly adjacent to the dance floor in the middle of the VIP area—the best seats in the lounge she realized—and she saw all the other VIP patrons, as well as those in the crowd around them, look intently to see who could reserve the exclusive spot.

Christopher nonchalantly dropped down into one of the plush chairs around their table, yanking Velvet by the arm onto his lap as her squeal of surprise caused the other guys to laugh. Jen smiled as her assistant squirmed, seeing the woman eventually settle down in the man's lap and leaning against his chest. Jen could tell much of the girl's protests were fake, particularly when Velvet abruptly leaned over and began making out with Christopher as the others settled down.

Jen sat on one of the couches as Sean and a muscular blonde with wavy hair sat on each side of her. The blonde smiled openly at her as he reminded her his name was Carl, causing her to blush in embarrassment at having forgotten his name already.

The hostess returned with another woman each bringing a tray akin to a small mini-bar, which they placed on the table, explaining they would only be charged for what was opened. Jen looked at the dozen or so bottles of various liquors in admiration, recognizing several top-shelf liquors. Meanwhile the hostess' partner set down a rack of glasses and an ice bucket, as well as what looked like a garage door opener which the hostess explained would page her directly whenever they needed anything before the two women left them.

Sean took charge, taking everybody's orders and pouring drinks—vodka for Jen, gin for Velvet, while all the guys took either bourbon or scotch. With drinks in hand, they all sat back and watched the crowd.

Jen was once again amazed at the mass of people in the club, particularly on Thursday night. As she people-watched, she agreed with Velvet's comment about her outfit being tame compared to some of the things being worn—or in some cases not worn—by some of the women dancing, particularly the staff.

Looking around the club she saw small stages and pillars scattered around where girls wearing short hot pants and halters—their bodies covered with fluorescent paints and heavy make-up—danced and gyrated to the music. Currently a club version of Cher Lloyd's 'With Ur Love' was playing, and Jen watched the girls dance. Although she agreed with the others' comments about how the girls dancing well, she admitted selfishly they did not hold a candle to any of the girls from the Satin Kitty, inwardly proud of her club. She had helped coach most of the girls there, coming to the realization she was now in a similar role trying to improve the girls at their jobs, only on a much broader scope.

"So what do all you guys do?" she yelled over the music to the guys around the table, attempting to start some conversation.

All the men laughed as Sean smiled and said to her, "They are all in the business like us," he said realizing he meant the porn industry. "In fact," he continued, "all of us are contracted through DSA, so you'll probably end up working with each of us at one point or another on the set," he said matter-of-factly.