James and Carrie had been married for over four years. Six months ago, she found out that he had a serious gambling problem when he got a title loan on the car and then it was repossessed. He also got phone calls from people that did not sound very friendly when they demanded to talk to him. He finally admitted his problem to her.
One night there was a knock on the door and when she answered it two men pushed their way into the apartment. One of them was a middle-aged white man in an expensive looking suit. They walked over to James who was standing there looking worried and pushed him back onto the couch. The other was a large black man wearing a motorcycle style black leather jacket.
Sam, the smaller man looked at Carrie, sitting there in a grey hooded top and tiny shorts that showed off her long, slim legs. Very politely he said, “Lady, will you please have a seat. We are here to have a talk with your husband.”
Carrie sat in a chair next James on the couch.
“You have borrowed fifteen hundred pounds from me and lost every penny of it betting on the horses and have not made any effort to pay back any of it for several months. We are here to collect the money.”
Very quietly James said that he had run into some problems and could not give them any money right now but that he would soon.
The two intruders looked at Carrie head to toe and then back at James. “What’s you lovely wife’s name?”
“Carrie”
“I’m going to give you all the time you need to pay me back and I will not even charge you any money for interest. How does that sound?”
“That would be great. Thank you. I’ll get your money soon, I promise.”
“I own another business here in town. It is called the Pussycat Club. Maybe you have heard of it. Until you have paid back every penny, Carrie here will come down and work at the club three nights a week.”
James knew the club. He had been a customer there a few times when he was in the mood to go out and relax and watch a really good show. Carrie did not know anything about the club. The Pussycat Club was a full nude strip joint where the girls preformed some really hot sexy acts and gave lap dances. It was commonly known that there were some private rooms in the back where men with some extra money to spend could go and get their every need and desire taken care of. James had never gone to the back rooms.
“James, what is he talking about?”
“I think she should know what we are talking about. Why don’t you tell her.”
James explained what the Pussycat Club was and what the loan shark was suggesting.
Carrie said that there was no way in Hell that she would do that. They would have to come up with another solution to James’s problem.
“Carrie, if you do not agree, James might just have an unfortunate serious accident. We would not want that to happen. You have 24 hours to agree. In the meantime, you’re going to audition for the job.” He reached out and took her hand and pulled her up out of the chair and started leading her down the hall.
Carrie tried to break loose from his grip but could not. “Let me go. James, help me.”
James started to get up, but the large black guy grabbed him by the neck and pushed him back down. “Just sit there and be quiet or you will be counting the teeth that you are spitting out.” James did not have any choice.
For several minutes, from down the hall they could hear Carrie screaming and begging and crying, and the loud, familiar sound the headboard of their bed makes when they have sex as it hits the wall with every thrust. Then everything was quiet.
About ten minutes later he walked back down the hall with a smile on his face as he zipped up his slacks. Carrie was not with him.
He and his assistant went to the door. Before leaving he said, “I expect to hear from you before this time tomorrow.” Then they were gone.
James ran to the bedroom. Carrie was on her back naked in the middle of the bed crying hard. There was a puddle of cum on the bed between her legs and cum was oozing out of her hairy pussy. James got on the bed to hold her, but she slapped him hard across the face and then started pounding her fists against his chest. “What the fuck have you gotten us into you ...... of a bitch? You got me raped.” She finally calmed down and James held her as she cried herself to ....... She was happy that they had decided to wait a while to have kids, so she was on the pill.
Carrie and James had started dating during college. Carrie had made James wait and finally gave him her virginity on their wedding night and until now, had never been with another man.
That night they did not ...... very much. They talked and cuddled and cried. James explained how bad the guys were and that they were not giving any options other than paying them right now, her doing what they want or him being badly hurt or maybe even killed. He promised that if she agreed he would spend all of his time finding the money to pay them so she would be free. Finally in the morning she said she would go for one night and see if she could do it. James kissed her several times and in between he thanked her and repeated that if there were any other way, he would do it but there was not.
That night Sam and his sidekick showed up again. James said that they would agree to his demand but that she was not to be allowed to go to the back rooms. Sam laughed, “She will be a full-service employee just like all of the other girls.”
“OK Carrie it’s time for you to show me that you are in full agreement with what you are going to be doing.”
Carrie thought she knew what was going to happen to her now. She quietly stood up and started to walk to the bedroom. “No Carrie, come here.” Sam stood in front of James, unhooked his belt and dropped his pants and shorts. “Come over here and show me what a good cock sucker you are.”
Carrie looked at James and he just shrugged his shoulders and gave her that look that said that there was nothing he could do. Carrie was as mad at James as she was with Sam, and she decided to show him. Carrie walked over to Sam and dropped to her knees. She was not any more than two feet from of her husband’s face. She gave him an angry look and then turned back to Sam.
First, she licked up and down his hard six-inch shaft. Then she sucked on his balls. She slipped her lips over his cockhead and pushed down till her nose was in his pubic hair. Sam moaned. Carrie gave James another dirty look and then with her lips locked tightly around his shaft she started long, fast strokes up and down the length of his prick. Sam moaned. With a smile on his face Sam said, “James, your beautiful wife is a superb cock sucker. She will be very popular down at the club. Her mouth is just as good as her tight cunt. I hope you don’t get the money to pay me too soon.”
Carrie was good at giving blowjobs and she enjoyed doing it. She and James frequently had oral sex.
It did not take long for her to get him off and she swallowed what his cock produced. James hung his head and sat quietly on the couch wondering how he could have gotten them into this position.
Sam looked at the other man. “This slut is one fucking great cock sucker. Come over and try her out.” Sam backed away and was replaced by his black assistant. He pulled his cock and balls out of his pants. He had a hard time getting it out because it was already rock hard and eight inches long.
Carrie had never even thought about doing anything with a black man. As a matter of fact, she had never considered being with anyone but her husband. However, she went to work giving him as good as she had given Sam. He was bigger and lasted longer but she finished him off. He shot a massive cum load into her mouth. She did not swallow it this time. She looked over and could see from the bulge in his pants that James had an erection. He was getting turned on watching his wife being forced to suck other men’s cocks. With a mouth completely full of cum and some dripping down her chin onto her black top, she got up, bent down and gave James a hard kiss, forsing black man’s cum into his mouth. James tried to pull away, but she did not let him. Carrie gave her husband another slap which made Sam smile.
She looked at the men. “When do you want me to be at the club?”
“Friday nights are busy. It will be a good time to introduce some new talent. Be there at eight. Be sure to shave that hairy cunt.”
That night when they went to bed Carrie was wearing a night shirt which was not normal. They both usually slept nude. James got in bed with her. Neither said a word. James yanked up her night shirt, pushed her legs apart and climbed between them.
He plunged his cock into her cunt and slammed into her till he came. Carrie never said anything or showed any reaction. James went to the bathroom and washed his parts. Then he went back to the bed. They both lay with their backs to each other and fell asleep.
Friday came and James went to work. Carrie spent much of the day getting extra clean and working on her makeup and thinking about the night to come. Carrie was a good dancer, but she spent a lot of time in front of the full-length mirror practicing the way she planned to dance that night. She admired her slim 5’7” body and her firm 34-B breasts with their pretty dark and long nipples. She had shoulder length highlighted blond hair. She ran her hands over her flat stomach, tight ass (she considered this her best feature) and her freshly shaved pussy mound.
When James got home from work, Carrie had supper on the table. James tried to talk to her, but she did not say a word. When she finished eating, she got up and went to the bedroom. She locked the door behind her. At seven o’clock she came out. James had driven her car to work. She said one word, “Keys.” James tossed them to her. He tried again to talk to her, but she walked out the door, but she went straight to the car and drove away.
About quarter to eight Carrie arrived at the club. She wore a loose fitting pink top that showed off her tits nicely. Sam was waiting for her. He introduced her to the club manager. “Sam said you were a real looker. He wasn’t kidding. I hope you do as good as you look.”
Carrie was introduced to Chloe, a buxom blonde with DD tits and one of the most popular girls at the club, and brunette Amanda who worked behind the bar.
He took her to the back and found a room that was not in use. He showed her a small locker where she could put her personal things and she was given a key to the room. He introduced her to Derrick, a big biker looking guy sitting on a chair at the end of the hall reading a book. “He is your security guard. There is a button in the room and if you get into trouble just push it and he will come help you. Most of the girls usually give him a tip at the end of the night to show that they appreciate him being there. Sometimes his tip is not money.”
The manager handed her the outfit she was to wear. It was a Catholic school girl’s outfit. plaid pleated skirt and a front buttoning white blouse. The difference was that the skirt was extra short. The blouse was thin and see-thru with no bra. She was to wear it with most of the buttons undone. Her panties were a white lace thong. Carrie found thong's uncomfortable, but figured she would not be wearing it for long in any case. She wore saddle shoes and white ankle socks. A garter belt gave the men somewhere to put you tips at the end of her stage show. “Some of them will want to finger fuck you a little bit or squeeze your tits. If you let them, they usually tip better.” There were two rubber bands that were so she could put her hair in twin ponytails. There was a tube of bright red lipstick and lastly there was a big dildo which she was expected to use near the end of her act, both in her mouth and in her pussy. When she put the outfit on, she noticed that her nipples were hard and that she was starting to get moist between her legs.
(see next post for Part 2)
