CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Karlie
“Oh yeah!” squealed Joy. “This is going to be awesome.”
That’s what I love about Joy. I’d figured I’d have to persuade her somehow, cajole the girl into helping me, but instead she was totally game, her big boobies bouncing, a tiny yellow thong her only clothing.
“You sure?” I asked carefully. “Jimmy’s gross, this isn’t going to be easy to swallow.”
“No prob,” said Joy waving her hand. “Trust me, I’ve already swallowed the dude, what could be worse? Besides, anyone who fucks with the Donkey deserves to be destroyed,” she added, drawing a threatening line across her throat.
I had to laugh. It looked so out of place, her boobies hanging out, her cunt practically visible, teetering in high heels yet gesturing like an assassin.
But hey, no one likes to be cheated and we girls stick together. So here we were, getting ready for a blue light, the clock ticking towards midnight. Joy was ready, I was ready, two women nude … and totally lethal.
“Ohh, I think I see him,” breathed Joy, peeking out from behind the velvet curtain. “Oh yeah, he’s acting like the Queen of Sheba again.”
I shook my head, disgusted. Trust Jimmy Long, cafeteria cashier cum wannabe blackmailer, to act like a hotshot. God, some people have such inflated ideas of themselves.
But we were here to work, and Joy and I were prepared.
“So you want me to walk out first, right?” she asked, rubbing oil over her body, the glimmering lotion making her slick and slippery.
“Yeah, make sure he sees you and follows you to the back,” I confirmed, parting my cunny lips a little and holding myself open to push in a pocket rocket. Oh god, that felt good and I closed my eyes slightly and moaned a bit as I focused on the insertion, feeling the little motor in my twat, stimulating my clit as it worked my channel. I needed to act sexy around Jimmy and this would make the job easier, I was seriously revolted at the thought of seducing him.
But a job is a job.
“Ooh, looks delicious,” breathed Joy, watching me with avid eyes as I positioned the toy in myself. “No worries, I can do it without props, I just gotta be out in time for my special,” she said saucily. “Tonight, it’s gonna rain on me!” she giggled gleefully.
I knew she was excited for the blue light, it speaks to the dancer inside, plus the money is just so good. But I wanted her to be careful because we had a mission.
“Come on,” I whispered, taking her hand. Jimmy had seated himself in the back, his scrawny arms spread along the back of the booth like he was Al Pacino in Scarface. “Let’s go.”
And Joy and I were on it. Strutting like peacocks, we entered the male crowd as another dancer was on stage, working the patrons with an air of practiced ease, shaking our asses, letting them stroke boobies, maybe touch a little cunt as we chatted them up, licking their cheeks, making cooing noises.
Slowly but inevitably, we made our way to the back, where Jimmy was sitting, his legs sprawled. God. He’d had another acne break-out and even the dim lighting at the Donkey couldn’t hide it.
“Heya Jimmy,” purred Joy, throwing that blonde hair backwards, shimmying a little, shaking her nips at him. “I missed you.”
And it was like magic. If his dick hadn’t been hard before, it definitely was now. The little shit jerked like he’d been electrocuted by Joy’s voice, coming alive like a wire, sitting up straight, his ears perked.
“Hi Joy,” he managed in a high-pitched voice. He was all about her, running his hands up and down her flanks, snapping that yellow thong, pulling it back to inspect her ass. And she was a true professional. Joy shook that bootie, letting him ogle, letting him caress and pet, his fingers all over those full cheeks.
“Hey big boy,” I purred, making my way to his other side.
By now, Jimmy had his face buried between Joy’s breasts, his head rolling back and forth as he lost himself in ecstasy. But he pulled back for a minute, squinting as he looked at me.
“Shit Karlie,” he whined. “You spoil everything you know that?”
I could feel the rage rising again but hid it behind a sugary smile.
“I just wanted to make sure you’re having a good time,” I purred, “you look so big, big boy.”
I admit the words aren’t exactly Pulitzer-worthy, but hey, this is the Donkey and it’s about action, not talk.
I skated nearer to the man, the bile rising in my throat as I got a whiff of his stench. Joy was really a pro, and if my eyes weren’t betraying me, his finger was now toying with her clit, flicking it back and forth as the blonde ground against it, giving low breathy moans interspersed with “work it, baby, work it.”
And Jimmy just gobbled it up, like he was a big man on campus, used to girls throwing themselves at him.
“If you like, Tiger, we can bring this backstage for a little privacy,” I intimated, now close enough so that he could touch me if he wanted to. My skin crawled at the thought, but my little vibrator made it easier, the trembles shaking against my sweet spot, helping me smile even though I hated his guts.
“I want what Joy wants,” he gasped, his eyes never leaving her nude, oiled body, her hips now positively rocking on his fingers.
At that, Joy took her cue.
“I want to get it on with you,” she breathed, humping down on his hand, taking digits in her. “Come on, let’s do it,” she said, trailing a finger down the side of his face.
And then she surprised me. Without pulling his hand from her cunny, she began walking, using his arm like a leash. If he wanted to keep touching her wetness, he was going to have to follow, and this guy was like an obedient dog. Jimmy Long stumbled along behind the stripper as she made her way towards the back, his hand buried between her legs, leering at everyone who looked up as if to say, “Yeah, I’m a fuckstud.”
Just as she reached a private door, Joy looked back at him, purring, “Come on big boy, let’s get a private room,” and with a swish, they were through the entryway.
I pranced behind them, winking at customers along the way, pausing only when we got to the long, dark hall. But Joy was already at the far end, still pulling Jimmy along with her pussy, tantalizing him, clamping down to keep his fingers locked in her cunt.
And with a smooth move, she opened the door, ushering him in.
“Come on,” she breathed. “Karlie and I will show you a good time.”
And that was my cue. I signaled and in a flash, Colt and Cain appeared, hurtling into the small back room, their massive bodies moving at light speed despite their bulk, shoving Jimmy in before the door clanked shut, leaving Joy and I gaping at each other on the outside.
Within a few seconds we heard a howl of anguish, the cry of a frightened man. And was it my imagination, or did liquid start to run from under the door, pooling wetly on the concrete floor, the smell pungent with fear? Oh yeah, my steps had made Long pee in his pants, literally soak himself … and he deserved it.
Because Jimmy had wronged us in a bad way and vengeance would be ours. My steps were there to make sure of it.