Training Rebecca Ch. 04

She reached into the back of her skirt and pulled out a spatula. She swayed over to the front row on the right and bowed so her tits were just over their heads. SMACK, the spatula hit her right tit at the nipple. It jiggled slightly, turning slightly red, then SMACK, she hit the left one. She straightened and hit the outside of each breast in turn. Damn this hurt, she thought. Only once more. SMACK, SMACK, she hit the inside of each breast.

The men were cheering and hollering. This was something totally different. Here was a woman who knew what they wanted. She smiled at them and produced two clothespins from her skirt pocket left from earlier in the day. She leaned over and gave one each to two of the men in a front table. Then she pinched both nipples as the song changed. Still moving her hips, she motioned for them to put the jewelry on her. The first one stood and put his clothespin on the left nipple. It only caught a little skin and hurt like hell. The second remained seated and grabbed her right nipple and drew it down to put on the other clothespin. They received a round of applause.

She straightened and hit the clothespins in turn, bouncing them up and down. Then she reached into her pocket and pulled out the other four clothespins. They were added to the ones already on her and she placed the first one on a little more skin. Then she moved her tits left and right. She thought this might have been enough to win the competition, but she had to be sure.

She unbuttoned the skirt and lowered it and stepped away from it. They liked the black stockings and the garter belt. She lowered her hand into her panties and they could see her rubbing herself to the beat of the music. She brought them back out and put them into her mouth. The crowd went wild. She was in a world of her own, brought out by necessity, but also by the cheers and comments.

She moved the crotch of the black panties to the side and brought out a candle—inch by inch. Then pushed it back in. She removed an outside clothespin from her nipple and placed it on her left cuntlip. Then a second followed it. The clothespins were clearly visible sticking out of the crotch of her panties. A third was taken from her nipple and placed on the right side, followed by the fourth. The adrenaline was flowing now and she barely felt the pain. She did a few dips to accentuate the clothespins sticking out of her panty crotch and walked back and forth across the stage, occasionally hitting the two left on her nipples.

She turned and bent over. Silence. She reached back and slowly pulled her butt plug out of her ass at the side of her panties. The pink plug contrasted with the black of her panties and her skin. She then rammed it back in before pulling it out again. She turned around and put her right hand into her panties and rubbed her clit while pushing the plug in and out from behind. Pandemonium had broken out. One minute passed, then another. She worked herself with her eyes closed. She was nearly there. She opened her eyes and looked at Kyle, begging for permission. He shook his head no and for a moment she thought about ignoring him and cumming, there in the strip club, in front of nearly a hundred hollering, cheering, clapping men. Then, with their eyes locked on one another, his head nodded yes. She pushed hard on her clit and rammed the butt plug in and out, her mouth opening and eyes closing. When it came, she thought it was going to kill her. She shook and shook and wanted to collapse right there on the stage still stroking herself. The orgasm seemed to go on and on forever as men she never wanted to meet in her life stood and cheered her on. She had to be helped off the stage and to her chair in the dressing room. Her clothes were handed to her and she pulled off the clothespins before putting them back on, except for the black panties. Donna bumped her as she walked by. "Thanks, Trixy, you slut. Just who are you anyway? They will be expecting dancing like that from us now."

The men were calling for her as the girls made their way in a line across the stage. There was no surprise as the name 'Trixy' was called out. She stepped forward and accepted the $100. They yelled for her to remove her mask but she smiled and shook her head no over the din.

The guy from the mailroom rose as the girls left the stage announcing that he was going to meet her. He had to find out who she was. Kyle grabbed his sleeve in a firm grip and said that wasn't possible. She was his property, he said raising his voice, and he would bring her out so they could meet her if they would consent to her keeping on the mask. This seemed better than losing her altogether so they all agreed. Kyle said in a low voice, "If you try and remove it, I will break your arm, then rip your balls off." Mailbuddy seemed to get the message and sat down reluctantly. Kyle rose, ordered a drink from the bar, and stepped through the door marked 'Employees Only'.

Rebecca was still shaking from the ordeal. When she saw Kyle enter the dressing room with the girls in various stages of undress, she held out the money she had won.

He shook his head. "It's yours. You've earned it. I told you that you had the brains to pull it off, but you didn't have confidence in yourself. I am very impressed with your inventiveness and determination. And it's nice to see that sex comes naturally to you if you would only let it." He handed her the drink.

"Thanks, Sir," she said and downed the whole thing.

"Your public is clamoring for your appearance out front. You will be able to keep your wig and mask on."

"No, please, Sir. I am completely wiped out. I can't do any more."

"This is a chance to meet your biggest fans. And I have promised them that they will get to meet you," he said as if it were all settled. "I would suggest you keep your responses to nods yes—no will not be permitted. It will not be a good thing to try and speak with members of your management team there."

"God, you are such a bastard," was all she could say.

He ignored the slip in her form of address, helped her up, and they walked into the bar. He directed her to the section at the side of the bar, and motioned to the seven men from her company to join them. Kyle reiterated his demand about the mask and they agreed. He moved behind her and cupped her breasts through her clothes. Then he undid her blouse, button by button and pulled it aside.

"You undo the bra," he told her head of marketing.

Jim Thomas stepped in and pulled the bra open so everyone could see her breasts. There were red marks where the pins had been and everyone wanted to touch them. "You want me to make them feel good, don't you?" he asked.

As she had been instructed, Rebecca nodded.

He massaged the breasts and rolled her nipples between his thumbs and index fingers. Though he didn't pinch hard, the feeling was strong and she pushed back against Kyle.

"Would you like your cunt played with as well?" asked the obnoxious mail guy.

She swallowed hard but nodded to him too. He stepped to the side and reached under her skirt. "She doesn't have any panties on," was his observation as he felt the bare cunt there. Another one reached under the back, "And she still has the butt plug in."

"Spread your legs so we can get at you better."

Rebecca complied and reddened visibly. How could she get through this trial?

Other hands rubbed over her breasts and stroked up her legs. Mailguy was stroking her clit, still sensitive from her orgasm on stage. The plug was pulled partway out, and Kyle had to back away a little to make room.

"The candle is gone," another announced as that orifice was invaded.

The room swirled around her. Hands were everywhere all at once as seven men pulled her higher and higher toward orgasm.

"Sir, please?" she whispered turning her head.

"No, slut."

She fought the feelings that raged through her. Why did he do this if he didn't want her to cum?

Almost as if to answer he whispered through her hair, "I want your mind."

The pain in her left nipple almost came as a relief as they were mauled by another hand. It enabled her to focus on the pain and not her impending orgasm. She closed her eyes and tried to think about anything else, but it wouldn't come. Her cunt lips were pulled; lips that were sore from the clothespins. Fingers roughly sawed in and out of her cunt. Her skirt was up around her waist and the only limit to number of men playing with her body was the amount of space around her. They made it their goal to bring her off, even as she knew she couldn't cum. She just couldn't. There was no telling what Kyle would do if she broke this rule. She had never been so close, never wanted it as badly, as she did now.

"Please, Sir, I beg of you," she turned her head again and whispered harshly.

"Why should I let you cum, slut."

"To give you pleasure?" she said hopefully.

"I can watch you cum any time I like."

She thought frantically, her mind dazed. "To make me your slut."

"Cum my slut," he said in a low voice pleased with her.

She reached back and grabbed him by the head, pulling his against her own and shrieked at the top of her lungs. The club went quiet as the blond shook and twisted and turned, cumming against the hands that had brought her so much perverted pleasure. When her legs gave out, Kyle held her up through orgasm after orgasm as hands stroked her everywhere and from every direction. She couldn't catch her breath, which came in huge gulps. She tried to push their hands away but had no strength. Her brain was overloading. She felt herself slipping into unconsciousness and sensed, rather than felt, hands lifting and carrying her.

She awoke in the Jag. She felt for the mask and pulled it off, relieved to find it still in place. Likewise the wig.

"Your secret life is still safe," he comforted her. "No one knows what you are inside but me."

She moved aching muscles and worked the stiffness out of them. "My God, what did I do in there?"

"Losing control can sometimes set you free to be the person you really are. How many times did you cum?"

"I don't know. I lost count," she answered ruefully.

"Neither the men nor the women in there will soon forget your 'dance' routine," he smiled.

"The women were pissed," she smiled as well. "They will have to be more inventive in the future."

They pulled into his driveway and the garage door opener let them into the garage. He led her into the house. She asked to use the bathroom.

When she had showered and dressed, he sent her home. As she was driving she remembered that while she had cum over and over, he hadn't cum even once that night. She shook her head. He was like no man she had ever met before.

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