Once we’ve got Jessica in the VIP room, it’s time to explain the rules of The Fun House to her. But not before we have our own fun with her, of course.

“Come here, Darling,” I say, patting my lap. “Have a seat.”

She does so, looking a little nervous at first. Then she clears her throat.

“I’m sorry if I did anything wrong on stage,” she says.

“It’s okay, Doll, we appreciate your initiative.”

I cusp my hands around her ass cheeks.

“It’s just that you can’t touch yourself on stage.”

“I see.”

“The rules are strict here due to old fuddy-duddy lawmakers,” I explain. “And you’ve broken them. So I’m going to need you to bend over.”

She does so, and I spank her once, twice on her white, exposed ass cheeks.

She lets out a “hrmph” that is satisfying to me. I’ve been wanting to do that since I heard the little “owww” noise she made when she got spanked on stage.

“You’ve been a very very bad girl,” I tell her. “Hasn’t she, Marino?”

“She has.”

“Come over here and show her how bad she’s been. She deserves to be punished.”

Marino approaches a bit hesitantly, which surprises me. I have no idea why he wouldn’t be more into this. Desire’s obviously ready to show us everything she’s got in order to get this job. She’s the hottest girl in the club that we’ve had since…

Samantha.

Except she’s even hotter.

As Marino raises his hand and spanks her, I realize what the problem is. It’s not that my little brother doesn’t like this hot little number who walked into our club as my unsuspecting birthday present. It’s that he likes her a little too much.

“You’re bad,” he says, spanking her harder. “Bad. Bad. Bad.”

Whap. Whap. Whap. The spankings come hard and fast. Desire flinches but doesn’t say anything. She just lets out a moan.

She’s very good. She knows her place. Other, brattier strippers would tell us where to go by now. They’d say there are other clubs in town and they don’t need to be harassed by assholes. But then they’d come back after realizing how much money they make here compared to elsewhere.

I have a feeling that Desire is as smart as she is beautiful. Either she’s been around and knows she can make a lot here if she’s willing to put up with a lot, or she’s heard rumors. Or maybe she just has good intuition.

Or maybe, I think, as she moves her ass closer to my hard cock, she just enjoys what we’re doing to her.

Whatever it is, my mind has been made up about her working here since the moment she walked through the door. Clearly Marino’s mind was made up too or he never would have let her in when he wasn’t supposed to. Everything else we’re doing right now is just for show. And I am definitely planning to enjoy the fucking show.

“You can continue your audition back here,” I tell her. “I want you to dance for both of us.”

“That’s all right,” Marino interrupts. “You’re the birthday boy.”

“Oh believe me,” I tell him. “I think Desire is more than willing to entertain both of us.”

He puts some music on and she begins grinding in my lap to the beat.

She stands up and turns around, rubbing her tits in my face. I pat the chair next to me and Marino sits down reluctantly.

“What’s wrong with your brother?” she asks, nodding her head in his direction.

“He’s a little shy,” I tell her, with a grin. “You’ve gotta draw him out of his shell.”

She puts one leg on my lap and another on Marino’s lap. She expertly perches above us, rubbing her tits in both of our faces. She rides my lap, my hard cock poking out of my pants, and then skootches some of her weight onto Marino’s lap and does the same.

Finally she moves entirely over to Marino’s lap and says, “It’s his turn. I haven’t been paying enough attention to him.”

She sits in his lap and rides him while looking at me.

“Is this a good audition, Bosses?”

She winks at me and licks her lips.

“It’s perfect,” I tell her.

I look at Marino but he doesn’t say a word.

I know he’s enjoying it just a little too much for his own good. But as his older brother, it’s my job to teach him lessons. And today’s lesson is that he needs to just fucking relax and enjoy life, instead of worrying about everyone and everything except for his own damn self.