Harlee
I can’t believe he left me bound and unable to fend for myself. Fuck him. I swear when this shit is over I will keep my promise. I will kill this man if it is the last thing I do. I don’t even know how much time has passed but by the time Tiny Tits comes to free me my wrists are raw and aching.
“Where is he?”
“Don’t know, was just told to tend to you. Come on now.” She hands me my pants along with a new pair of underwear and helps me into them. I’m so thankful for the underwear. When I put my jeans on this morning I cringed. I hate going commando, unless I’m in a dress that can’t afford to have panty lines.
“Let’s get you some food and liquor. Also, in your actual room, are loads of new clothes to choose from. When I saw you come in this morning with only a bag, I just saw fit to make sure you had more items to wear.”
“Thank you,” I tell her sincerely.
She waves a hand as I finish buttoning my pants. “It’s no worries. Honestly. Honey, all part of my job around here is making sure everyone is happy.”
I leave the room with her and follow her to the kitchen.
I pull up a stool and sit at one of the counters as she rummages through the fridge.
“What do you like? I can cook just about anything?” She starts naming off food and I settle for a BLT, but replace the tomato with a fried egg, and home fries.
“So, tell me…” She grins. “How did you end up with that fine but scary motherfucker?”
I sigh as she turns on the deep fryer. “Long story.”
“We got time, sugar.”
“What about you?” I change the subject. “What’s your story? I bet you have a good one.”
“We don’t have that much time,” she sasses.
“Try me,” I press, eager to talk about anything or anyone but Wrecker and our past.
“Well, growing up, I always felt awkward in my body. For as long as I can remember I felt like I was a girl, trapped inside a boy’s body. My parents were against it, sending me to shrink after shrink. None of it worked. One day, my parents were out to church and I decided to raid my mother’s closet. I lost track of time, and my father found me in mom’s dress. Began beating me, quoting scripture. I was only seventeen, but didn’t care, so that night once they were in bed, I took off. Slept in the streets, ate out of dumpsters. About four months later, Sophie Ann found me sleeping in the woods here, and got me cleaned up, made me spill it all.” She pauses, to grab me another beer. “She said I could work for her, but not until I was of legal age, so she kept me out in the bunker rooms with the farming crew. Once I turned eighteen, she and your daddy helped me start with my process to become a woman. I only need one more surgery to be complete,” she says as she pats her chest.
“So, your dick is gone?” I ask.
“Yup. I didn’t care that the doctor said to wait until after we started with the estrogen treatments, I wanted that gone first.”
“Wow. How old are you now?”
“Just turned twenty-two.” She gives me a smile.
“And your parents?”
She shrugs. “Haven’t seen them since the day I left, but once my body is finished, you can bet your booty, I’ll be knocking on their front door to show myself off. Of course, I’ll take a man with me, in case my father really loses it.”
I grab her hand. “I’m sorry, but hey, at least you are in a better place, being yourself now.”
“Got that right.” She gives me a wink and tosses her hair over her shoulder.
I laugh.
“Okay, so I spilled, tell me about you.”
So, I do, she listens intently, eyes widen every so often. Hell, she even sheds a tear a few times on my behalf. In the end, she’s left looking like she wants to commit murder.
“I know you don’t want to hear this, hell, I wouldn’t if I was in your shoes. But I saw that man looking at you. It’s all in the eyes honey, he loves you.”
I snort. “He has a funny way of showing it.”
“Girl, men, especially bikers, are stupid. It takes them a while to catch on, and trust me, honey, you are worth holding on to. He’ll see it himself, if he hasn’t already.”
“Thanks for talking with me, everyone else seems to steer clear of me.”
“Honey, that’s ‘cause they fear you. We’ve all heard the stories.”
I smile at her, feeling proud.
After I eat she takes me out to the main area. I see a few men following half naked women down to the bedrooms. Others are in the main seating area, many men are sitting around the stripper pole in the center of the room, watching the naked woman that is currently working it.
Shame, she’s pretty but her moves suck. I should know, I’m the headliner at the club I work at. Best stripper in the state. I’m sure if my father found out about my career choice, he would have dragged me back home by my hair.
After a few shots, there is still no sign of Wrecker, and it makes me wonder if he’s currently occupying a room with one of the whores. The thought pisses me off, considering we were gonna fuck just before the commotion started.
A song I recognize blasts through the speakers and I move quickly to the pole. “Beat it, I’m next,” I shout at the bottled blonde that is about to go up. She goes to mouth off at me, but once she realizes who I am, her eyes widen and she quickly steps away from the stage. No one dances to Porn Star Dancing, except me.
Before getting on the stage, I quickly strip down, wearing only my bra and the G-string that Tiny Tits gave me to wear.
The room goes quiet, all eyes on me as I work the pole. I wrap my legs around it and climb to the top. With my legs gripping the pole I lean back and wink at this one guy in an expensive suit. He just stares at me intently. I suck on my finger and trail it between the valley of my breasts. Flipping back upright, I do a few of my signature moves hands-free using only my legs to support me on the pole. Men are drooling, dropping money faster than I’ve ever seen before, faster than one of these whores dropping her drawers; even half the women are looking at me in awe. I quickly discard my bra as I flip upside down on the pole, my pussy lips visible, considering the G-string is a size too small for me. I didn’t care at the time because I finally had panties to wear, and now I don’t care even more. I hear people gasping so I look up and notice a few men in front of me have their cocks out, jacking themselves as fast as they can. I smirk, blowing them all kisses. None of them stand a chance with me, it’s all part of the show. I do get off on the power though.
Before I can get back to the ground to finish out my routine, I’m grabbed roughly and thrown over a shoulder.
“Let me the fuck down!”
“What the fuck were you thinking? Huh? Doing that shit in front of the entire room full of people?” His hand comes down on my ass, and I hiss at the stinging sensation.
“I fucking loved it. Considering it’s what I’ve been doing for the past five damn years,” I sass.
Wrecker continues to spank my ass as he storms down the hallway toward our room. I look up from having his ass in my face to see Tiny Tits laughing at me and I flip her the bird.
I’m thrown on the bed and Wrecker glares down at me. “Are you fucking serious? You’re a stripper? Letting every fucking man in the world look at your body? A body that’s mine?” He’s seething. Good. He needs to know how it fucking feels to know everyone is getting a piece of what you thought was only yours to see.
I roll my eyes, moving my hands down my body, putting on a show for him, squeezing my tits, then moving to my pussy. Pulling my thong to the side, displaying it fully to him, I insert a finger, while my other hand rubs my clit. “Men love it when I do this on stage too. Especially in the back rooms when I let them have a taste of my royal pussy.” I pull my finger out of me, and put it in my mouth, sucking. “Some men have sloppy tongues, but there’ve been a few that have serious talent, that I would make sure to repeat them. Often.” I smirk, throwing my head back on the pillow, letting out a moan all while pretending to be having the orgasm of my life. I open my eyes and the anguish on his face has me wondering if maybe I pushed him too far, but then I think nah, I haven’t pushed him far enough…yet. He hasn’t even begun to feel an inkling of the pain I have.
“Fuck this!” Wrecker punches the wall, and storms out.