Once and Future Bimbo Pt. 03

The girls switched places, rotating on and off the main stage, others gave lap dances or hawked drinks from the men. The head of one of the waitresses bobbed vigorously in the lap of a fat man in one of the darkened alcoves, while he stared back at me.

"That's the boss. Watch yourself. What name are you using?"

"I'm Syn."

"Syn, huh? You're third in the rotation from now. Feel free to lap dance, or... Whatever."

I reached out across the booth and held his hand by the wrist.

"You don't like women very much, do you?"

His eyes fixed on mine, turning into giant black basketballs as I tried actively to use compulsion for the first time.

"I think you are all cockteasing, money grabbing cunts, not worth the space you take up."

My smile turned up at the corners.

"You never get laid, do you?"

"No."

"I think that you are going to do the best job you can for me today, but you are going to be very attentive and listen to the things I say like that little excruciatingly hard erection in your slacks depends on it. Understand?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Good. Do as I say, and you'll have more sex tonight than you've had in the last year."

"Yes ma'am."

"Oh, Mr. DJ, whenever a man touches you for more than a moment, you can cum, ok?"

"ummm, ok."

"How hard are you?"

"Very."

"Play your music."

I turned away from the DJ, happy that the little misogynist was suffering behind his partition.

"Hey, bitch. Yeah, I'm talking to you weda. Who do you think you are busting into my club, fucking up my money, bitch?"

Bianca barely came to the height of my nipples, and I was surprised that the little naked thing came to confront me. She was fair, for a Mexican, perky thick nipples and puffy brown areola sat atop b-cup tits. Her ass was extraordinary, her finest feature besides her cocksucking mouth.

"I'm sorry, do I know you?"

"Oh you think you're smart puta gringa? I - will - cut - you."

I touched her on the forehead with my thumb and watched Her eyes slide from surprise to rage to passivity.

"Cum for me."

Bianca's knees buckled. She pitched from side to side before landing on that magnificent ass.

"Madre de Dios! Chingame! Fuck, aaaaaAhh, ooh."

I held her face and hair, forcing her to look me in the cunt, I looked down at her.

"You will go quietly to the towel boy. Take him to the dressing room and beg him to let you suck his cock. When he's hard, fuck him with your ass. You will keep fucking him enthusiastically, as he likes."

A small wet spot on the carpet grew between her legs as she breathed in from the source of my scent.

"uhhuh."

I rolled the toe of my stiletto over the engorged clit that peaked itself out from her puffy slick pussy.

"You will go to sleep, tell him he can still fuck you while you sleep, or really whenever he likes, when you awake, you'll be nicer to the people around you. Go. Now. Crawl."

Bianca raced around the stage to the towel boy. He shook his head in disbelief, but followed Bianca to the dressing room.

Since Sam had the benefit of having some of the same bimbo modifications as me, she could resist the urges of my compulsion. These people, in a confined poorly ventilated area had no chance against my sex juju.

"Welcome again back to the painted lady, your last chance for happiness before happy hour, or the highway, next on the main stage it's Domino. Let's hear it for the little spinner!"

The DJ worked himself into a frenzy, from my vantage point, I could see him fighting to sit comfortably with an inflexible hypersensitive erection. He probably hadn't been this hard since high school.

Domino flung down her tear-off top and bottoms wasting no time getting intimate with the pole. Her ebony skin contrasted sharply with the brass of the pole. Her nipples crowned her tiny A-cup titties and a trickle of sweat worked it's way down to her perfectly shaved pussy, she caught my eye as I walked into the lunch crowd.

I touched them, one by one, while intentionally avoiding the bouncer. Their trousers tented and their eyes followed my body across the room as I moved to the beat of the rap.

I've never trusted my voice to sing, and I sure as hell wasn't going to start now. The girls thrashed on the stages. I had no place to put money, even if they gave it to me. The DJ continued to spit out his patter, but I hardly heard a word. All I could hear was my own breathing.

The club owner still watched me, peering out from his darkened alcove. The waitress, had moved on to either a lap dance or just strait-on fucking him. The bouncer spoke to the club owner who made no outward sign of pleasure or enjoyment with the young girl working to get him off.

The bouncer made my skin crawl.

There was something both frighteningly intimate and alien about this man. His smell conjured visceral reactions in my body, equal and opposite. I wanted fuck him, I wanted to vomit.

No.

I wanted him to fuck me.

I wanted him to command me.

"Now to the main stage, new to our club, and to our hearts - the delightful, the delectable, mistress of abundance, Syn!"

My heart pounded in my chest as I climbed the steps. *Me*, who used to be invisible. Who craved anonymity, big nose, dick tits- my fingers caressed the pole as the music suggested what bitches were good for. Men in the crowd who had been subtly pawing at their crotches pulled out their cocks to masturbate. Pole dancing was like flying. The men screamed like wild things when I slipped my tits out of my dress and titty fucked the brass. I shucked off my dress and climbed the pole.

"I gotta fuck you!"

The man, a day laborer, stood beneath me frothing at the mouth, both hands knuckled on the stage. He trembled like an addict needing a fix, so I shook my tits in his face.

"Leave me your money on the stage, and the DJ will take care of your cocks for you."

He turned, disappointed, but walked to the DJ booth. Still holding the pole, I turned and clapped my ass at the crowd off stage. I looked directly at the DJ.

"Suck them. Everyone that lines up, let no one go home unsatisfied. I'm sure you will enjoy it."

I pointed at the line that was forming. And my little misogynist went down on the first in line. They all watched me dance, muttering as the DJ swallowed cock.

"That's right, suck it bitch!"

He screamed as he face fucked the DJ. He laid his hand in the middle of the DJ's shoulder blades, and the DJ's cum erupted in his pants. He moaned into the cock he was sucking tears welling in his eyes.

More cock to suck.

The pile of loot in front of me, was obscene. Cash, a gun, drugs. The owner approached the stage.

"The house needs it's cut."

"Take the drugs, I don't need them. And take whatever out of his ass, I was saving it for you."

The club owner grunted, picked the drugs out of the pile of cash, unbuckled his belt, and moved toward the DJ booth. The line for cocksucking ran ten men deep at the moment the boss took his place behind the DJ. He flicked open a knife and cut down the seam of his employee's slacks turning them into chaps and cutting off the cum soaked underwear. His painfully erect cock continuously ejaculated in a dribbling stream from all the male contact. The moon of his ass now accessible, his boss spat in his fist, jerking his massive cock ready.

"It'll do."

The bouncer, at least his darkened silhouette tipped his hat in my direction as I collected the cash and the gun from the stage. I watched him in the corner of my eye.

"Domino honey, why don't you get me something to put this cash in?"

She climbed down from the side stage and returned with a sack from the bar, her smile broad, her chest heaving from the exertion. The amplified cries and moans coming from the DJ were hard to ignore.

"And them?"

She pointed her thumb over her shoulder at the line of patrons gang-banging the DJ.

"Let them fuck it out. Here sweetie, for you."

Running a finger from her navel to her chin, I gave her about $500.

"Did you make all this happen?"

I hooked the first two fingers of my right hand into her pussy, rolling my thumb over her clit. Domino's already dilated eyes turned completely black.

"Anything is possible. Remember me, Domino."

She nodded furiously and started to drool, as I stepped back into my dress. Flush with enough cash to buy my clothes, I turned away from her walking back into the heat.