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Girls' Nightmare Out
Rogue Alan
11/0-9/02, revision 2/03
(tattoo/piercing; cheat; stranger; interracial; gang bang; exhibitionism; anal;
prostitution; bondage; lesbianism; mind control; rape)
Part 4
Dwayne had expected the call to be later, and wondered how or why the women
had gotten up when they had. He'd placed a 6 AM wake-up call, and the ringing
of his own phone at just that time had confused him for a moment. Instead, an
angry but subdued female voice had said, "We're ready." and had hung up.
Nothing more.
He got up, checked that he'd left nothing to identify himself in the room,
then left, turning and walking away from the elevators toward the far suite,
where his new 'girls' had been installed. One of the perks of his job was
comp time at several of the casinos, which aided in his 'recruiting efforts.'
Vegas might be advertising itself as a family vacation spot, and might openly
oppose 'working girls' on the floors and in their rooms, but they still wanted
to claim to service every vice, it wasn't a coincidence that Capone and his
cronies had built the city.
Dwayne made himself valuable to members of the mafia, the Yakuza, the Russians,
Czechs, Poles, Columbians, and increasingly, the Arabs. The latter, while not
necessarily crime families, held women in different regard than the people of
Europe, North America, and even much of Asia. And like the casino owners, he
had yet to meet a top echelon businessman who wasn't a ruthless son of a bitch.
Most of them were more than ready to sully another man's wife for a little
personal enjoyment.
He didn't bother knocking, but rather let himself in with the key card, stepping
into the room, as if he owned it, which was the case. The women were sitting
on the couch, talking quietly to each other. Dwayne often found his women
thought that they were being constantly watched, which would have been
impossible, in a suite occasionally used by Royalty, but the illusion was a
handy one. He stopped, selecting a bottle of Jack Daniels from the servi-bar
before sitting across from them. He casually threw a boot up onto his knee,
and took a hit of the Jack, waiting for the women to speak.
"What are we doing here?" the brunette asked as she flipped her hair angrily,
though the effect was comical, considering that she was sitting there in just
a hotel robe.
"You're my guests, of course." He smiled, "Well, that's not exactly true.
Let's just say that you're now my employees. You provide a service, and I
provide you with clothes, money, exotic vacation spots, and anonymity."
The blonde shuddered, clearly trying to suppress a sob. The brunette patted
her friend's knee and considered for a moment.
"Our husbands will be looking for us."
"Is that all you're worried about?" he asked, and smiled more broadly, "I
forgot to include it on the tape, but you each made a nice phone call to the
machines at your home. You told your other halves that you won a weekend
getaway to Las Vegas. This morning, a courier will provide them with bland,
nonspecific details, though I'm afraid you won't be able to get any direct
calls out to them. If things go well, you can call them this evening."
"What do you mean, if things go well?" she countered, then added, "How did
you get us here?"
He smiled and said, "Ah, that's the question, isn't it?" He settled back in
his chair, "What do you remember?"
"Nothing." Melissa murmured, staring at the blank TV screen.
"From before, of course," he nodded, "But this isn't the first time." Neither
woman answered so he continued, "I know about the last time you lost a night.
I was there when you got those lovely matching piercings. All my girls have
them." Melissa went stiff at that, and Kathy's eyes blazed.
"You were the one."
"Of course. I took you out on the town. You two were quite the hit, too. I had
all sorts of offers and propositions. Of course, I thought that it was only
fair to have you show yourselves off to your admirers, and you were quite
willing to do so. You even put on a wonderful public fellatio exhibition,
sharing me in a display that none who were there will ever forget."
Both women flushed as he continued.
"But I realized that there was something missing, there was no glitter when
you showed off your nice titties to the crowd. So we went to fix that. You
were quite the hit there, as well, I assure you."
"That pig... fucked us?" Kathy was clearly horrified.
"Of course, but not that night. He enjoyed that in payment for his services
tonight. No, I was the only one who had you that night. first with a condom in
the bar, then without one, once each, outside the bar, before we went to the
tattoo parlor. And then a second time each afterward, christening the new
jewelry, if you will. I drove you home, then got out of the car on Melissa's
street, telling her to be careful getting home." He smiled, "I'm sorry you
don't remember our fucking. You enjoyed it, I assure you."
"And tonight? If it's still tonight?"
"Oh yes, Saturday morning to be exact. I waited and waited for you two to
return on a Friday night." That was a lie, he'd followed them frequently in
the intervening weeks, but it didn't hurt to withhold some information, "So I
could reacquaint myself with your many charms. I happened to know of a jaunt
to Vegas, and you were more than willing to go, even when I mentioned that the
price was... shall we say, 'servicing' the guests in flight, and doing a few
tricks while you were here."
"I don't believe you."
"You have no reason to believe me, I agree. Though I suspect that after seeing
that tape, the police would agree with me. But I will tell you what really
happened." he paused, as both women looked at him. "I drugged you. Have you
heard of Rohypnol? Roofies? It's a sedative, like Valium, except that those
who are using it can move and speak, act as if they're not asleep. And it's
users are more susceptible to suggestions. It made it child's play to do
whatever I wanted to do with you." he said, shifting in his seat, while letting
them think about that.
"Of course, I had to be careful at first, as I couldn't do what I planned,
without your husbands getting some clues. So I was testing things, you see.
Since they've shown that they can handle change, and a little of the unknown,
it's time to get you broken in and placed in my stable." Another lie, he'd
have used them regardless of what their husbands did, but they needn't to know
that.
Kathy had leaned back at the word 'stable.' "Ah, I guess you're familiar with
that term. You're right, I sell women's bodies to men for their use. And
sometimes for women to use as well. I provide women for strip clubs, bachelor
parties, porn shoots, weekend 'escort' services. I even have a select clientele
looking for just the right woman to make their rich, pampered wives, but then
you're already married, so that's not why I've brought you here." Another lie,
as most of those he sold to the Arabs, left a puzzled husband behind.
"So you expect us to... work for you? As whores."
"Whores is such a nasty word. I consider you call girls. I call, and you two
come, or you'll be whoever I tell you to be. Consider the alternative. I
imagine that your husbands wouldn't understand that you didn't mean it, when
they hear you asking total strangers to fuck you. Or when they see how you
calmly traded a fuck for a tattoo. Imagine what the school board would think
Melissa, or the fine people at Hammonds, Hammonds, and Bach, Kathy? Your lives
would be ruined." He shifted again.
"But, on the other hand, you do what I ask, and I don't impose that often, and
you'll get to live out experiences that few women enjoy. You might find out
you yourselves enjoy it, those orgasms weren't chemically induced, you know.
Science can't do that yet."
The women blushed appropriately, once again. "For now," he continued,
"consider this as your probationary period. I don't want you trying to run to
the police or your husbands. I've taken steps to assure that either course
would lead to your humiliation, and likely wouldn't touch me, both of those
things I truly want to avoid. And for now I have your clothes and your other
things. After you've done your work for me, you'll get those things back,
along with the return ticket for the plane leaving tonight. You can be home
and in bed by 3AM, and even catch a show tonight before we leave."
"What work?" Melissa asked, clearly knowing the answer.
Dwayne shrugged. "I know a couple of high rollers who are at this hotel. They
asked for attractive white ladies to spend some time with. I imagine that
they'll want to fuck you. The ground rules are simple, They can do nothing
that hurts you or scars you. They must wear a condom for any penetration, but
you cannot refuse any activity, or the other rules are null and void, as well.
They'll probably arrive here in your room in about an hour, after they hit the
breakfast buffet.
"Then you'll have some time to yourselves. About noon, the magician who works
here will visit you. Again, you're both to provide whatever he asks, and he'll
obey the rules. After he leaves, you'll get a visit from me, just to make sure
you've each enjoyed yourselves before you attend the show of your choice. Then
it's a simple matter of boarding the plane for the ride home."
"Where we'll be expected to service your friends," Melissa finished.
He eyed her as he replied, "Yes, but then you've already been with them,
haven't you?" She blushed.
"But they don't, uh, didn't use condoms."
"No. And neither do I. I have a morning after pill for each of you, but after
this, you'll be responsible for how you keep yourself barren. You'll find that
my friends and I use you as God intended, no barrier between us. They're clean,
I make sure of that, as I don't want to catch anything either. Trust me, you'll
find that it's not that bad. The magician usually cums inside of ten minutes,
then spends the rest of his time tying you up and examining ways to escape.
The high rollers, well, let's just say that they are intent on pleasing the
ladies. I really do want you to be happy while doing your jobs. I'll use you
if you aren't, but I think you'll find that enjoying the sex makes putting out
much easier, and since there are no strings attached, it can be liberating."
He didn't really believe that, but saying it didn't hurt.
Kathy shook her head. "We're your... mares indefinitely?"
"Bitches, actually. The group is called a stable, and I'll hire you out to
'studs,' but you're not a mare. You're a bitch. Sorry. What did you have in
mind? I have almost three hours of footage here, that you wouldn't want anyone
to see, plus the Polaroids, plus the charges for your room and meal here. Even
the trip back can't put a dent in that level of debt."
"Then what?" Kathy challenged, "How long?"
"You want a duration? I mean, I could keep you for just a week, but if I turned
you out for a gang bang video you'd have more cock in one day, than you'd take
working for me routinely in a year. So I don't think you want us to base your
service on time. I prefer to work on a quota system. You do everything and
everyone, that I tell you to do, without a complaint, and after ten tricks,
one picture goes away. Or 6 minutes of film. I figure that's about forty items
to balance, so you do 400 tricks for me, and then you'll be in the black," he
smiled at the pun, "Any work you choose to do then, earns you real money. And
it's good money. I have 2 girls who left their husbands, to work for me full
time, living better than they did before." That was true, although both
husbands had been total losers.
"You do what I ask, and I take care of you. No one finds out about you, and
this..."
"Unless we're arrested, or meet someone who knows our husbands." Kathy
interjected bitterly.
"Oh no! We screen for that, and since you won't be standing on street corners,
or picking up Johns in bars, the police issue isn't a concern." Yet another
lie, but plausible to women unused to life outside of the suburbs. The women
looked at one another, and he let them think about it, before dropping the
last bomb.
"It's up to you two. But if you refuse, I can guarantee that your husbands
will find out what you've already done, before you can arrange airfare back,
and you'll have to settle this," he looked around the room, "$1,200," he
paused, examined the serving cart, "maybe $1,400 bill, as well."
"But these count toward the 400?" Kathy seemed to be getting in line with the
program. He shook his head.
"Not my friends, of course, you've already had them. But those you'll see here
in the room do? Tell you what. I'll even count myself as a John today."
"And it's 400 between us?" Melissa looked at him hopefully.
He smiled, sure that she was used to getting whatever she wanted with those
eyes and pouting expression.
"Oh no honey," he shook his head, "that's 400 each."
"What happens when we get back?" Kathy asked.
He shrugged. "Nothing. I just call you periodically, when I have some work for
you to do. I understand that sometimes you can't do a job because of scheduling,
but if you refuse more than twice in a row, I add 5 to your balance of cock. I
think that's fair. Besides, you 2 have it worked out so that at least one
evening a week you can turn a trick or two, without your husbands ever
suspecting a thing. Just doing that, you could be done working in a couple
years."
Melissa was shaking visibly, as Kathy hung her head.
"I guess we don't have any choice."
"Oh, you have other choices, but they're bad ones. Say you stay here on your
own, you'll be stripping and tricking within a week, and not with someone as
nice as me watching out for you. Try to go home, and you'll find your friends
consider you wanton sluts. They wouldn't trust you with the family dog. And
your husbands?" He opened his hands in mock welcome, "You're mine, girls. But
at least I want you to enjoy yourselves, and I'll look out for you." he said
as he stood up, "I guess that's about it. I'd better go, so you two can get
ready."
"Wait!" Melissa exclaimed in shock, and he turned around. She was crying openly,
tears staining her pretty face. "W, what if I can't... do this?"
He reached into his pocket, and withdrew two bottles taped together.
"I have these, if you think that you'll need them." he began, taking one of
each of the tablets, "This is Valium, it'll help you relax and go with the
flow." then he held up the other one, "Take this just before you start to fuck,
and you'll find that you'll enjoy it more."
Kathy refused to take the offered tablets, but after a moment, Melissa held
out her hand. He poured 3 more of each onto the counter.
"There's enough for both jobs, including for you, Kath, if you change your
mind."
Kathy's head snapped up at his name for her. He smiled, "I have to have pet
names for all my girls. Which reminds me, if you get a call from Tom at the
office," he looked at Kathy, "Or from Thomas at school, I expect you to take
the call. Saying you're not home in hopes of avoiding me will bring penalties."
He eyed each, then left, whistling as he closed the door behind him.
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