Luscious Cones

"This is still work. I'm going to pay you overtime for this, so this falls under the non-disclosure. You don't discuss this with anyone, understood?" He looked intently at her, waiting for confirmation. She nodded. What else could she do at this point?

Bill opened the door, leading her down a dimly lit hallway. They turned the corner and Charlotte was surprised to see a large man sitting on a stool at the end of the hall next to another door. He stood up when they approached and greeted them with a nod.

"Hey Bucky," Bill reached out a hand which the other man shook. "Good turn out tonight?"

"Not bad, not bad. Especially for a Thursday night," Bucky replied in a booming voice.

Bill opened the door then and a wall of sound suddenly hit Charlie. There was loud music playing mixed with sounds of voices, talking, whooping, cheering. She couldn't see anything yet though because of the black curtain a few feet away from the door that Bill had just opened. He ushered her in, his hand still pressing against the small of her back, then brushed aside the curtain. Charlie's senses were assaulted again with an unexpected visual to accompany the noise.

It was a strip club. Charlie had never been to one, but she definitely recognized it as such. There was a T-shaped stage in the middle where three topless girls were dancing simultaneously to the booming music. Small round tables were scattered around it and an impressively large bar to the left with two bartenders hustling to make drinks. The pair of waitresses serving drinks wore what looked like sequined bikinis along with impossibly high heels and nothing else. Charlie scrambled to think of why Bill would have brought her here. There was no way he could force her to strip. She wouldn't do it. She'd give up the job and pay the penalty and take whatever other punishment he would think up, but she was not going to strip in front of people. It was out of the question.

Bill tugged on her hand, pulling her along towards the right and another black curtain. There was a bouncer sitting on a stool there who nodded at Bill and Bill extended his hand out to him as well, shaking it. Unlike the first guy who basically ignored her, this man scanned her up and down with a smirk on his face. She was still in her Lucious Cones uniform with a pair of ankle socks and Chucks on her feet. Her long copper brown hair was up in a high ponytail with a velvet black scrunchy. She definitely didn't look like she belonged in this place.

He pushed through the curtain where there were a couple of feet of empty space before another door. Bill opened it, pulling Charlie along behind him by the hand. There was music playing here too, but it wasn't as loud and the noises in here were of a different variety. Charlie didn't know where to look, though quite honestly, she didn't want to see any of it. At one side of the room, there was a small stage where a man sat in a chair and a girl dressed only in a G-string, kneeled in front of him sucking his cock. She seemed to be really into it, moaning as she made a show of licking up and down the medium-sized shaft in front of her and took it deep into her mouth, pressing her nose down against his crotch. As soon as Charlie realized what was happening, she looked away, only to find the audience, at small cocktail tables scattered around in front of the stage, was in various states of participation with the couple on stage. There were men stroking their cocks, topless women, women whose heads bobbed up and down in men's laps, and even a couple who was obviously having sex, with the woman riding the man's cock while sitting in his lap, facing him. Charlie's gaze switched to the floor as Bill gave her hand a tug, pulling her along behind himself again.

They approached a table off to the side of the stage that had a reserved sign on it. Bill pulled out a chair, motioning for Charlie to sit, then pulled the second chair up close to her side and sat down too. Charlie kept her eyes down on her hands in her lap. The sounds filling the room were enough to make her blush crimson and feel extremely uncomfortable, she didn't want the visual burned into her brain.

"It's ok to look," Bill told her softly, close to her ear, in a voice that was kinder than anything she's heard from him before. She shook her head no. "People who come here want to be watched, no one is forced to be here against their will."

"Except me," she replied, tilting her head slightly toward Bill, to make sure he heard her.

"Fair enough," he sighed. "I want you to watch the girl on stage." Charlie shook her head again. She didn't want to watch the girl on stage, it was weird. Bill gave her a minute, then continued talking. "This is my club, I own this place. There isn't really anything else like this in the area so it draws people from all around. Most of the people out there are patrons. The only person out there that you can see, whom I employ is the girl on stage. Her name's Margot and she worked for me at Luscious Cones a couple of years ago." Charlie looked up at his face then. Bill just nodded, as if to confirm that it was true. "And I am not forcing her to do this, she's doing it entirely willingly and is getting paid for it. The rest of the women out there, they are just..." he shrugged, "people who enjoy watching or being watched. Who get off on public displays. They are mostly couples who come here together to participate in the atmosphere. Once in a while, there are women who come alone, looking to hook up. They pay admission or a membership fee to enter and then guys pay an extra fee for Margot or one of the other girls I have who do this." Charlie looked away from his face again, looking down at her lap. "Margot does blow jobs and there are a couple of others who do too. I have a few girls who just do hand jobs, they won't put their mouth on the guys at all. I have a girl who does footjobs," Charlie looked up at Bill again, her eyes wide, "yeah, that's a thing. There are girls who let themselves be tied up and spanked and stuff while the guy jerks himself off. And they all do it because they want to, and well... because I pay them to." He was quiet for a minute and Charlie's mind raced trying to figure out what he wanted her to do. "Come here," Bill wrapped his arms around her, pulling her out of the chair and into his lap.

She sat with her back to his front and he wrapped an arm around her waist, bringing his other hand up to her face and tilting her chin up so she'd look at the stage. Margot was taking the guy deep into her mouth while the guy had thrown his head back and closed his eyes, probably close to coming. He suddenly jerked upright, pulling his cock away from Margot's mouth, and shot cum over her face and breasts while she held her tongue out to catch it like snowflakes. When he was all spent, he took his partially erect cock, dragging it through the cum on Margot's face and sticking it back out for her to lick clean. She did. The guy put his cock away, zipping up his pants, and walked off the stage. Margot walked over to the wings of the stage and wiped her face and chest with a towel. Another man was already coming up to the stage when she returned and she approached him, smiling pleasantly. The man, who looked to be in his 50s, said something to her and she nodded along, then sat down on the stage floor on her ass, with her back to the audience, placed her hands behind herself for support, and threw her head back, opening her mouth. The man had taken out his cock already, stroking his erection, and came to stand over her, facing the audience, his legs spread wide over her body, feeding his cock into her mouth. Margot seemed to be in a more passive role this time as the man moved, fucking her mouth. Charlie couldn't imagine doing this, sucking guys off one after another, back to back, without a break. As if he knew what Charlie was thinking, Bill spoke into her ear.

"She's making $40 per guy right now. She can probably do... three guys in an hour. And then she's done for the night. Another girl will come on and do her thing or some patron couple with come up and fuck in front of everyone if that's their kink. But she can walk away with 120 bucks cash for an hour of work this evening. It takes you three days of six-hour shifts to earn that now. And that's before taxes." Charlie wondered why he made the comparison, but he made that clear in the next moment. "I wanted to offer you one of the slots, an opportunity to earn some extra cash." Charlie looked back over her shoulder at Bill. "I'm serious. You're really good at blow jobs and pretty efficient too. You could probably do four guys in an hour, easily, and they wouldn't even feel gypped, because it's that good. I think you could really use the money Charlotte." She shook her head. "I wouldn't offer this to just anyone," his hand was moving up her thigh, underneath her skirt. "It's a whole number of things that really make this perfect for you. I'm not bringing any of the other girls here. But I think you could really benefit from this."

"I can't. And I don't want to," Charlie found her words. "I don't want to be sucking random guys' dicks and I definitely don't want to be doing it in front of an audience."

"You didn't want me to fuck you yesterday either, but you got off on it. I think there are just things that you haven't discovered yet that you would actually enjoy." Bill told her confidently, his hand rubbing her inner thigh.

"I didn't like it!" She whisper yelled at him. That wasn't entirely true. She didn't like the scenario in which it happened, with him being her boss and ordering her to do it, but the sensation of it, the way it felt while he was inside her, that felt good. Still, given the choice, she wouldn't want to do it again.

"Your orgasm told me otherwise," Bill smirked. His fingers reached the edge of her panties, dipping beneath it, and moving towards her slit. She squirmed in his lap while he slid his fingers between her folds. "I think you have just the right combination of skill and need for the money."

"I don't want to do it," she reiterated to him.

"There is another option," he told her, his fingers still moving through her folds. It felt good and Charlie felt so tempted to give into this feeling. "If it's primarily the public aspect of it that's bothering you, that you don't want to do it on stage in front of an audience, there are private booths too." He used his hand that had been wrapped around her waist to point out the curtained-off booths at the far end of the room. "There are certain guests that enjoy watching the show but prefer to get off in private. There's not as much demand for it in a place like this and it pays 25 bucks per blow job, but it's still three and a half times what you're making now slinging ice cream and just blowing me, so maybe that's something you would consider."

"No," Charlie replied without hesitation. He pressed a finger inside her firmly and she found herself leaning her back into him. His hardon pressed against her back and she immediately tried to scoot away from him, but there was nowhere to go. His left arm was once again around her waist, holding her to him, while the right hand was under her skirt, threatening to dissolve her into a quivering pile of jelly.

"You should think about this, Charlotte. Don't be so quick to dismiss this," he spoke into her neck and his breath somehow worked to turn her on too. Charlie didn't understand this effect that he was able to have on her. It seemed utterly inexplicable to her why he could force her into these sexual situations that she didn't want and still make it feel so good.

The girl on stage was now taking another load of cum, this time down her throat while the man grunted above her, holding onto the back of her head with one hand. A woman in the audience screamed out loudly in ecstasy, apparently coming too as the man at her side leaned over her, his hand between her legs and his mouth on her exposed nipple. And Charlie's embarrassment at seeing all this was somehow making her slicker with arousal. What she hated more than her body's reaction was the fact that Bill knew this was happening. He already had another finger in her, working them both in and out of her at an increased pace and his thumb rubbed the path through her folds up to her clit, threatening to send her over the edge.

"Charlotte, how'd you get so wet for me?" He sounded like was teasing her, his mouth right up against her ear. No doubt he was insinuating that in some subconscious way she was enjoying this, being in public, watching others, having him touch her. It had to be subconscious because consciously she felt awkward and embarrassed.

Margot had left the stage and another girl came out, also topless and wearing just a G-string and heels. Charlie found herself watching her, wondering what she was going to do, when Bill rubbed his thumb over her clit with increasing speed and pressure, triggering her orgasm. Charlie gasped, closing her eyes, the zinging sensations rocketing through her body. Somewhere on the periphery of her senses, she felt Bill move to release his cock from his pants behind her, but it wasn't fully registering. He pushed her up onto her feet and she felt her legs wobbly and weak from the climax that hasn't entirely receded yet. She opened her eyes to see the girl on stage sitting up on a high stool, entirely naked now, playing with herself using a large dildo. Her face looked as if she were really enjoying it. Her eyes were open and she seemed to be looking out into the audience.

Bill pulled her panties down her legs and then wrapped his arm around her waist again, pulling her back into his lap. Except for this time, he was sitting her down onto his cock and Charlie gasped again. She could feel him sliding into her opening, the warm, thick head of his cock stretching her apart and filling her as he thrust from below.

"No, no, no," she protested, turning to look at him over her shoulder. "I can't, you can't, no," she stammered, trying to pull up and away from him. Bill's grasp on her was strong and she could get out of it.

"Shh," his voice was right in her ear again. "Relax. Watch Katie on stage. I think you are enjoying what she's doing." He continued to thrust into her, not missing a beat.

"Bill, stop," Charlie hissed over her shoulder, her hands trying to pry away his arm that looped around her waist, holding her to him. "I'm not on the pill, Bill, please, you can't do this!"

"I won't come inside you, Charlotte, I promise," he seemed completely calm, unworried, even though everything inside Charlie was screaming. "I can control myself," he tried to reassure her. "God, you are so tight and wet right now it's incredible," he breathed out. "I'm just going to enjoy this incredible pussy of yours for a bit, and then I'm gonna pull out and finish in your mouth."

No part of that statement calmed her in the least. They were still in the club, there were still people everywhere. Their table may have been more discreet, off to the side of the stage, but people could still see them! The idea of being down on her knees, sucking Bill off while anyone could watch her was mortifying. She continued to struggle to get out of his grasp, which seemed to tighten on her.

"Charlotte, I hate to admit this to you," Bill's breathing was labored, "but you fighting me is a huge turn-on." She stilled immediately and he laughed. "No, no, keep it up, this is fucking awesome," he told her, still driving into her. She didn't know what to do. They were surrounded by people, this was happening out in the open, what would happen if she just called out for help? Would anyone react, would anyone take her seriously? Maybe nobody would care, they'd think it was part of some sort of performance. This was Bill's place, these bouncers worked for him. "Climb off," he instructed, releasing his arm from around her waist and pulling up on her hips. She jumped right up, glad that was over. "Get down and finish me off." She stumbled, turning, her panties still down around her ankles. Bill had a smirk on his face. His hard cock sat up straight in his lap, glistening with her juices. "Now, Charlotte. Come on, you can do it real quick baby, you already had me so close with your tight little pussy."

Real quick, she told herself. Get it over with it. Just like in Bill's office. She kneeled between his legs, covered his cock with her mouth, and closed her eyes. She didn't want to think about any of the other people in the room who might see this, who might be watching her. She sucked Bill hard and deep, tasting her own pussy on his cock, and had him coming within a minute. His cock twitched against the roof of her mouth, sending streams of cum down her throat and she calmly swallowed, sucking him dry.

The first thing she did when she was done was shimmy her panties back up underneath her skirt. They were soaked and felt cold now against her skin. Her brain reeled with what she had just done. It seemed unreal. This wasn't her.

"You did really well," Bill was smiling, tucking himself back in. Charlie looked around. No one seemed to be looking in their direction. She sank down into the chair next to Bill. "Think about it, Charlotte," Bill leaned an arm on the back of her chair, speaking close to her ear. "I don't offer this kind of opportunity to just anyone. There is not a single other girl at Luscious Cones who sucks a dick as well as you do." It felt like a stabbing pain in the gut, the idea that he would know this with certainty. "You are so good at it and you need the money. This place isn't seasonal, this is year-round work. You put in just a few hours a week here and you'd be set with rent and a car and tuition and whatever else you need. Don't be so quick to dismiss it."

She shook her head again. She didn't want to do this. She didn't want to be in front of people, she didn't want to be sucking strangers' cocks, she didn't want to work for Bill. Money or not.

They were quiet in the car as Bill drove her home. It was nearly 2 am. When he pulled up in front of Chase's apartment building, Bill reminded her that she is not to mention any of this to anyone. That she would face major legal repercussions if she broke the agreement she signed. Charlie stood in the shower for a long time when she got upstairs, just letting the hot water run over all of her. She's never had a guy go bare inside her and although she had to admit, it felt pretty damn good, it was extremely scary and nerve-wracking.

Bill didn't pressure her to change her mind about working at his club. He continued to call her into his office occasionally and would always ask her whether she'd take him up on his offer, but she continued to decline. She wasn't interested. She couldn't wait for the ice cream season to be over, for this place to finally close, and for her to never see Bill again.

He called her into his office again through the door that stood open, without getting up from his desk. It was the end of her shift, she had been so close to getting out the door and waiting for Chase outside and now she was already making up excuses in her head for what she would tell her brother about why she was late. He looked up when she entered the doorway.

"Your brother just called, said he was running late to pick you up," Bill told her. Charlie breathed out.

"Ok, thanks," she was going to go wait outside anyway.

"This is actually kinda perfect because it's been days since I've had your mouth on me," he winked at her. "Close the door."

"I was just on my way out, it's the end of my shift," she tried to get out of it.

"I'll pay you the extra hour, close the door." Charlie sighed, wondering whether she could decline and what would happen if she did. She hated the idea that sucking Bill's cock was part of her job.