The off-duty cop at the door peeped out the eyepiece into the parking lot. Satisfied, he clicked the lock closed. His job was to protect the place, and what was happening to Steel over at the bar would be definitely considered Obscene by Community Standards. He looked back over to her bent over, half-naked, getting butt-fucked by a bottle and loving it. He shook his head and pulled on his cigarette and looked out the peephole again.

I saw him lock the door and felt a little more at ease. I wanted to fully use Steel here and didn’t want any ‘official’ objections. Steel was oblivious as she started to grind harder, her face dripping spit, and now raining hot globs across her ass. She could feel it dripping down the backs of her legs into her boots. She looked at me and started to beg.

“Please, oh Please sir this slut needs to cum…”
“mmmmnnmnmnmmm…nngggggggg”
“ PLEASE OH please…..””

The guys started cheering her, as she humped the bottle as harshly as she dared. I liked hearing her beg, and wanted to hear some more. She knew this. I was very unlikely to let her cum anytime soon. However, the guys didn’t know that and thought she was going to blow. “Slap her ass!” I shouted above the grinding striptease music.

A withered guy in a cowboy hat a took out his leather work gloves and smiled at me, just waiting for the invitation. He gave her one warm up smack and began in on her, grinning ear-to-ear and spanking her like he did his kids back in the day. Steel jerked almost off the bottle but it followed her as a guy rammed it in place. More hands began reaching out and slapping her, different places and different velocity. She squirmed and cried out “May I cum please!? Owwwwwww.”

Steel was making a lot of noise and the crowd around her was getting bigger as she became more vocal with her begging. She was very aroused and it riveted the men. I jumped over to the other side of the bar and held her head up by her hair and looked into her eyes. She pleaded with every muscle in her face for my permission… but it was softer now, almost a song in its repetition. Whenever a strong hit would sting her ass she would cry out “Thank You Master….” And continue on in her pleading, nursing her arousal, trying to keep it damped down from the edge.

Suddenly there was a pushing and shoving at the fringes of the crowd and an angry shrill voice started to cut through the loud music. Some men pushed back, and there was a general round of ‘Fuck You!” “Well fuck you too!” as Britney The Stripper made her way to see what was stealing her customers away. Not what but who: a gorgeous girl getting reamed and putting on a damn good show. “Hey what the fuck is going on here? This is my hour, Stan said!! Where is that goddamn prick… What the fuck is THIS Mister?!! She stared at me at Steels head behind the bar, mistaking me for someone who worked there. “She’s your warm up, Britney… She’s here to help you” I said. By then guys had started to stuff money beneath the hem of Steel’s raised skirt. 10’s and 20’s were visible. Britney was enraged and threw a hissy. “Goddamn SLUT…Get the FUCK Out of the way let me at her you fucking PRICKS!”

I told someone to pull out the bottle and it fell to the floor at Steel’s feet. Twisting her head around, I guided her, turning her over pulling her back up against the bar, exposing her chest but the skirt falling down to cover her bare cunt. Britney was upon her, cat-fighting bitch slapping her and spitting in her face, pulling at her hair, calling her every name in the book. Steel could only take it as her arms were still cuffed behind her and she winced at each slap. Britney ripped open her tee-shirt with a violent tug and sloppily ripped it off her, her breasts falling out, exposed. The crowd went wild, cheering and egging her on.

Steel had stopped begging a while ago and I wanted to take control of the situation. I grabbed Britney by her cheap polyester lingerie and pulled her to the bar with considerable force. She was bent over the bar looking at me, suddenly afraid. A voice shouted from beside me. “Keep your stinking paws off her you damn dirty ape!” Dani’s voice sent a quiver down both Britney and Steel’s spines. Her hand replaced mine on the stripper’s shoulder.