Lapdancing Girlfriend Ch. 05

Chuck did not even treat women as human beings, merely chattel to be exploited in order to make more money. In college, his main goal was to get laid and humiliate Dan. Now it was all about the profit, caring little for the women's perspective as he led them down a sick, twisted road of corruption. He could now believe everything the FBI wanted to arrest Chuck before, no longer having any doubts about his childhood rival's innocence.

Yes, Thursday was a day to be thankful, Dan would only have to deal with Chuck during the board meeting where he was to be introduced to the other managers, not having to subjugate himself further by listening to Chuck's depraved thoughts about all the women Dan knew, particularly his beloved fiancée.

Entering the club alone, Dan headed to the back and entered the club manager's office. Chuck had created an account for him to log onto the computer, and Dan poked around a little to see if there was anything of use to the FBI, but unfortunately, Chuck knew his way around a computer more than Dan, having locked down almost everything except the video conferencing software, so Dan waited until the meeting.

Just before the meeting there was a knock on the door, and he was surprised to see Mary peek her head into the office, motioning for him to follow her to the back exit of the building onto the landing.

Jen had told him her and the girls often hung out at the loading dock for a smoke or simply to get away from the club for a few minutes. It was the best place for a candid discussion to avoid any bugs Chuck or even the FBI could have placed, the back being used for little else but large deliveries—even the alcohol delivers usually came through the front door.

As the heavy fire-proof door closed behind them, he immediately asked her if she were alright. Dan felt extremely awkward. Although he had watched Mary dance as many times as Jen, he had never seen her as being sexual. Now, after having not only received a blowjob from her and returned the oral sex, but had watched Chuck fuck her ruthlessly, treating her as nothing but somebody to break and slack his depraved lust upon, Dan could not help but admire her figure.

Mary was wearing her outfit for dancing tonight, a dark denim collared halter top that tied in the front and a matching pair of micro cut boy shorts. Dan could not help but look at her body, her long smooth legs and tight ass, as well as her large breasts bulging from the halter. He felt his cock harden, ashamed to be thinking of not only one of Jen's friends, but his own friend, in a sexual nature, particularly after being so brutally taken by Chuck two nights ago.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she smiled, "and thanks for the concern. Everything is fine with John. I told him you didn't do anything wrong, that DeWight was the one who took advantage of both of us. John's pissed you didn't do anything to stop him, but I told him I was so doped up on X I would have fought you myself to get laid," she smiled.

Dan blushed at the candid conversations and once again apologized, as Mary shook her head.

"Its fine, but you and Jen need to tell me what the fuck is going on. I almost lost my job last night because you wouldn't follow through with your own goddamn scheme of pretending to be Mr. DeWight's buddy, and I can't afford that shit. When Jen comes back this weekend she either needs to tell me what the fuck is going on, or you guys are on your own," she said, "because I am no longer playing this game of yours."

Dan told her he understood as she gave him a hug as they went back into the building, her to practice on the stage and him for the video conference.

Just before he got to Chuck's office, he ran into John, who was exiting the men's restroom.

Once again Dan felt awkward, not knowing what to say. What did you say to a man whose girlfriend blew you off and then you ate out, afterwards watching somebody else fuck her?

"Look, Mary told me nothing happened between you two," John said, breaking the silence.

Dan could not believe John's lackadaisical attitude towards somebody who—even if they had not fucked his girlfriend—had oral sex. Then it suddenly hit him—Mary had not told John what had happened between him and her, merely what Mr. DeWight had done! It was a lie of omission, but Dan did not want to piss John off any further, merely shrugging his shoulders.

"If we didn't need the fucking money so bad, I would deck DeWight right in the face and we would both be out of here," he continued, still making Dan feel awkward. "Look, I know you and Jen are into some weird shit, but keep us out of it, capiche? I don't know what happened, but if I ever find out you did anything to Mary, I will make you suffer," he said.

With that John left to the front of the club, leaving Dan standing there alone with his thoughts in turmoil. Finally he entered the office, knowing it was time for the meeting.

It was easy to dial into the videoconference, and Dan was surprised when all the monitors in the office powered up, the main screen on the computer showing Chuck in a large boardroom sitting alone. The other monitors each showed other men's faces he did not recognize, until one of the screens revealed Tim and another man he did not know.

Tim had not been close enough to the girls or even at the club long enough to know Dan and Jen were engaged, but he did know Dan was a regular at the club. John had revealed Tim suspected Dan was seeing one of the girls, but did not know which one. By the time Chuck entered the picture Tim was promoted to the manager of the Wet Cherry. He recalled Chuck saying Tim was in LA, so assumed the man next to him was the manager of the LA club.

Although he did not know anybody else, the idle conversations across the video screens made it apparent the other men were all well-acquainted, as they chatted about various miscellaneous things ranging from their families to the weather.

Finally Chuck's voice came across the computer speakers, all the idle chatter stopping. "Gentlemen, I think it's time to begin. First order of business is we have a couple of new faces, so I would like to introduce each of you," he said.

First Tim was introduced, followed by Dan who merely said hello as the other men welcomed him. He was slightly ticked off at Chuck for mentioning his childhood nickname for him, but it could not be helped as his attention was suddenly drawn to the computer screen as Chuck spoke up again.

"And finally," Chuck's voice announced loudly over the speakers, "the person I know most of you have been waiting to meet, Diamond, our new DSA Spokesmodel!" he announced.

Dan stared in shock as Jen entered the room naked—or at least mostly naked, as he realized she was at least wearing a silver thong. But her breasts were bare and other than the boots she was wearing, she was wantonly exposed to everybody in the conference session.

As she moved to sit down, he heard Chuck's voice come over the speakers, "No Diamond, no need to sit there. Come here and sit on my lap."

Several of the men laughed openly, and as she turned towards Chuck one of the men on the monitors said, "Nice ass!" as Jen walked towards Chuck who pulled back his chair and slapped his thigh as an invite to her.

Dan watched mesmerized as his almost-naked fiancée turned and sat in his rival's lap, Chuck reaching out and pulling her across him and the chair as her breasts bounced roughly and she gave a 'yelp' of surprise.

Another voice came from the speakers saying "And titties!" as the mixed laughter of the strange men once again came across the speakers, openly admiring his fiancée.

"Now that I think we're all comfortable," Chuck said to the chuckles of several of the men, "let's get down to business."

Most of the meeting was boring, as the men talked about shipments of something or another or how their club was doing and whatnot. As the content had nothing to do with Dan or what he was 'hired' to do for Chuck, he let his mind wander, thinking back to Mary's blowjob and his reciprocating cunnilingus.

The meeting suddenly caught his attention when one of the managers said something about hiring some girls, Jen's voice speaking up over the speakers telling the man she did not hire them.

It was obvious the manager was not only shocked, but also pissed as he insulted Jen. Dan watched and listened as Chuck explained how Diamond would be taking full responsibility of the dancers, describing to the men she was now in charge of all hiring, firing, and any other issues the girls may have.

This was obviously news—and not welcomed—to the managers.

Den recalled Chuck's comment to Mary the other evening on his surprise that Jen would take her management role seriously. The meeting confirmed those suspicious as his future wife was apparently turning things upside down in her own fashion. Thinking back to the weekend and her contract, he recalled reading about some of those responsibilities and grinned. Even if she was not interested in the welfare of the girls—which she obviously was—she would do it as a way to piss Chuck off. Dan grinned to himself understanding Jen's reasoning—if she was forced to fulfill some parts of her contract, she was going to do them all, including being in control of the girls as Vice President of whatever services Chuck had said.

The other managers were visibly upset, one of them calling Jen a 'fucking whore' as they argued back and forth between each other. Finally Chuck spoke up, telling the men how it would be and there would be no other argument.

Apparently Chuck was used to not only ordering these men around, but expecting no dispute, as they all quieted down and he began to explain several other changes to the company's dancers, apparently all thought up by Jen.

Dan was proud of her for taking a stand for the girls. It was just like her to take a stand and fight for what she felt was right even if she herself was being treated differently. She had done the same thing with Willie when he had managed the Satin Kitty. Due to Jen's efforts, unlike a lot of clubs he had heard about, the girls all got along, helping each other out and actually most being friends with each other.

A subtle, seemingly out-of-place movement on the screen caught Dan's attention as Chuck explained to the managers Jen's new role. With growing dismay Dan saw Chuck's hand moving along Jen's upper leg.

The image was not clear, but after playing around with the video conferencing settings Dan realized he could zoom the camera. As he did his eyes widened in dismay to see Chuck's hand sliding between Jen's legs!

Then he noticed something impossible to see without having the camera zoomed in so closely—Jen's thong had obviously been unclasped, no sign of the small material present as she laid naked across Chuck's lap!

With the camera focused so closely, he could only watch in growing horror as Chuck's arm began moving—and then, to Dan's complete dismay, his heart beating madly, he watched speechless as Jen's hips began to rock in rhythm!

Dan's mind went completely into shock as he realized Chuck was touching Jen's crotch—and worst of all, her body was responding.

His mouth went dry when he heard Jen's gasp in the background—recognizable after having heard the same response from her many nights in the bedroom. It was the gasp Dan himself heard every time he touched Jen's clitoris, her body's involuntary response complete affirmation as to what his rival was doing.

Meanwhile Chuck nonchalantly explained the other changes in management of the dancers and how they would now be handled, his voice steady and no different than any other conversation, giving no indication that he was blatantly feeling up a naked woman in his lap.

Dan cared little about what Chuck was saying as he watched his rival's hand move between his fiancée's legs. Then his attention focused back upon Chuck as the man said, "Oh, and I am giving the green light on all production settings for Diamond's tour."

Dan did not know exactly what that meant, but from the smiles and leers of most of the managers on the other screens, he had a feeling it did not bode well for Jen as Chuck continued.

"Diamond and I have reached an understanding, and she is willing to abide by the terms of her contract completely," he said with a smile. "So I see no reason not to approve all of your suggestions. Isn't that right Diamond?" he asked.

Suddenly Dan saw Jen's body jerk, her eyes and mouth opening wide as she sucked in a gasp, and Dan knew without any doubt his childhood rival had slipped one, if not more, fingers into his fiancée's bare pussy. And he was obviously not the only one who knew what was going on, as everybody became aware of what was happening, that Chuck was fingering Jen—or Diamond.

The men's approvals were vocalized as Dan's dismay turned into completely desolation, watching as Jen's hips began to move shamelessly, her motions no longer subtle as Chuck's hand sped up, openly finger-fucking her in front of everybody!

Dan could only watch in humiliation, trepidation, and—he was ashamed to admit—excitement as Jen's breathing became more erratic and louder, her breath passing out of her mouth in ragged gasps while her hips lurched shamelessly in response to Chuck's fingers moving in and out of her slit.

No longer under any pretense of being subtle, Chuck's hand began moving as rapidly between Jen's legs as Dan's had done to Mary the other night, everybody watching on the screens with lascivious looks.

Then, to Dan's horror and shameful excitement, he watched as Chuck bent down and took one of Jen's breasts into his mouth!

Dan could only watch in morbid fascination as Jen's head fell back, a loud groan filling the boardroom as she gave herself up completely to Chuck's assault upon both her core with his hand and her breast with his mouth.

Abruptly Jen's body began convulsing frantically on Chuck's lap as she moaned loudly, "Oh God! Yes! Oh God! Oh God! Yes!" repeatedly, her body obviously overcome with an orgasm, too absorbed with her own release to care about the strangers watching her ravishment.

Chuck continued his vigorous assault upon Jen's body until after several more waves of orgasms, her body went slack, her head falling backwards against the arm of the chair, too overwhelmed with her release to even hold herself up.

Zooming the camera out, Dan saw Jen limply splayed across Chuck's lap, one of her feet now on the ground and her legs spread. It was only then Chuck sat back up, his saliva coating Jen's breasts, her nipples and areolae sparkling in the fluorescent lights.

Dan stared speechless, unable to divert his eyes when he was suddenly startled, his body jerking in surprise as the speakers erupted in applause, the managers congratulating Chuck.

Chuck laughed as he looked down at the woman spent upon his lap and said, "Gentleman, I think that is a perfect ending for the meeting, don't you agree?"

And then the meeting was over, the video cameras going blank.

Dan sat back in Chuck's executive office chair dumbfounded. He had known Jen would be exploited physical and sexually; however, he had not been prepared for how blatant, brazen, and opened it would be. It was not even the end of the first week and he had not only seen pornographic pictures of her masturbating, but had watched the man he hated most in the world, who had teased and humiliated him all his life, finger-fuck her in full view during a corporate board meeting!

He was about ready to call it quits—to call Jen and attempt to run away with her and take their chances—when the cell phone the FBI had given him began ringing.

"Hello?" he answered, inwardly hoping it was Jen to tell him she was alright.

Instead, he heard Agent Geiger's voice come across the receiver, "Don't say anything, we still don't know if that room is bugged or not. Meet me at the café down the street from your apartment at nine tonight," he said before the line went dead.

The intrigue of a clandestine meeting with the FBI was the diversion he needed to break his despair, although he was still ashamed and remorseful after what he had observed. His shame was not only towards Jen and what she had endured, but worst of all he was ashamed at how turned on he had gotten watching Jen on the screen.

As if it were another person's body, he looked down at his crotch, his erection obvious. He should be mad, heartbroken, and a ton of other vengeful and horrified emotions a loving fiancé should be, but instead, he had gotten turned on.

His mind in too much chaos after seeing Jen's abuse over the live video conference, Dan decided to go home, having no more desire to deal with being at the strip club or anything to do with Charles DeWight III. There was little else to do with Chuck out of town, and staying in the club would only cause more drama between John and Mary, so Dan left the club for the night.

Instead, he arrived 'home' and wasted time sulking in the apartment until eight-thirty, leaving and walking down the street to meet with the FBI agent.

Entering the café, Dan immediately saw Agent Patrick Geiger sitting alone in a booth and joined him. After ordering a coffee—he did not have any appetite since the board meeting—the agent asked how he was doing.

"How am I supposed to be doing?" Dan asked in exasperation. "If you had bugs and shit around, you know what's been going on. How am I supposed to deal with...with...this?" he said, waving his arms around, finally able to get some of his pent up frustration voiced.

"I know, it wasn't easy for me either when Rachel went undercover," the man said. "She tried to become DeWight's girl before we understood his complete lack of respect towards women. I had to deal with pretty much the same things you are until she disappeared," the Agent told him.

"You were close?" Dan asked, distracted and feeling a camaraderie with the agent that just now surfaced.

The FBI agent nodded. "It's against agency policy for partners to fraternize," the agent smiled wanly, "but yeah. In fact, she was planning on requesting a transfer after this assignment so we didn't have to hide our relationship any longer," the agent said.

"Is she dead?" Dan asked bluntly, immediately apologizing, "I'm sorry, that's rude of me," he said.

"No, no, it's fine," the agent said. "The honest truth is, I don't know. If she is alive, I can't imagine what she's going through, and it may be better off if she were dead," he said. "I just don't know."

The men sat in silence for a while until the agent said, "You know she's doing a good job, don't you? She's given us three solid leads already," he told Dan. "I'm not supposed to discuss the case with either of you, but things are looking good, better than we've had in years. If we can find enough evidence that builds a solid enough case, we could have something to act on in only a couple months," the agent said.

"Months?" Dan said in anguish. "You expect me to watch my fiancée be an unwilling victim of the sex trade for months?" he said.

"Look, I know it's not an ideal solution," Geiger said, as Dan snorted, both men quieting as their waitress set down their coffees, continuing after she left. "I have been on this investigation for YEARS. Something coming to light in a few months is incredible progress. I am aware of what is being done to her, but Diamond has been a trooper. Through all of this she has given a hundred-and-one percent. The truth is if she had refused and gotten belligerent with DeWight, she would have been harmed a lot worse than losing her dignity. That she's not only played her part perfectly and not been harmed but has not complained is remarkable. We can't ask for more than her safety," he said.

After a few moments of silence, each lost in their own thoughts, the agent gave Dan a leather case, telling him it contained a small digital recorder as well as a GPS system built into a pen set.