Blackmail Sex with a Stripper

Blackmail Sex with a Stripper

Blackmail sex with a Stripper. I crawl across the stage and then sit back on my stripper heels. I caress my large, barely covered tits. As I sway to Rhianna’s “Pour it up”, I throw my head back, tossing blonde locks onto my back. Lowering my eyes, I look out at the hooting crowd of gentlemen. I spot my boss looking back at me. This is how I lose my day job or at the very least, feel very uncomfortable showing up at the office on Monday.

I have been pole dancing after my day-job for a very conservative, private faith-based company. I knew they wouldn’t approve of my moonlighting as a stripper, but they didn’t pay me enough to honor their code of ethics outside the office. When Monday rolled around the last thing I wanted to do was see my boss. I tidied myself up, tucked my button-down shirt into my conservative pencil skirt, and took a few deep breaths before walking timidly into his office.

Larry is the last man on Earth I would imagine having blackmail sex with a stripper.

Larry chose to think of busting me at the strip joint as the opportunity of a lifetime! It turns out he felt more restricted in the faith based company than I did. The difference was, I was at the strip club out of necessity and caring for my family and he was there for his perverted pleasure. He started making his demands.

I watched as his wide eyes lowered into evil little slits and the corners of his mouth curl up into a wicked grin. His hand found its way to my knee as his fingertips started working their way under the hem of my tight skirt. I squirm in my chair to wiggle out of his reach.

“Don’t act you you don’t like this kind of attention, Violet! I saw the way you thrive under the limelight of the male gaze! Where is all your sexual energy now?!” He returned his hands to his lap and grabbed a clipboard from his desk. “This is your resignation letter. I typed it up for you this morning to save you the trouble. All you need to do is sign at the bottom and you will be released from your contract here, no questions asked. With severance. Of course, if you refuse to resign, you can be fired without severance. Or… option C, you grace me with a private show.”

What did he mean by “private show?” I think he just wants to have blackmail sex with a stripper.

I began to weigh my options, realizing quitting wasn’t one of them. Okay, I accept your arrangement. What is it that you want?

Handing me an envelope with a key and an address written on the outside, he says “Meet me here at 5 pm sharp. Don’t forget to bring your slut garb to change into. Your stripper shift is going to start a few hours earlier than usual!”

Meanwhile, the address on the envelope led me to a very industrial looking warehouse building on the edge of town. I walked up to the door and knocked. Two very large, muscular gentlemen wearing leather vests and ass-less chaps answered the door, both sporting matching red dragon tattoos. They usher me inside. My eyes adjust to a dimly lit club, everything is painted red and all the lights are low. They sit me down in a cushioned red velvet booth that encircles a round solid oak table with a single burning candle in the middle. In the same vein, I see yet another red dragon inlaid into the surface of the smooth heavy tabletop. Over the sound of live jazz music, I hear the muffled sounds of people fucking loudly somewhere out of sight.

I’m checking out a nude cocktail waitress’s ass and I see Larry strutting up to my booth. He doesn’t look like himself. Rather he has on tight, black vinyl booty shorts, black combat boots, and nothing else. He has a cat-of-nine tails which he drags across his muscular chest, drawing my eyes to his chiseled abs where he also sports this same red dragon tattoo! Finally, he slides in next to me and says “Surprise!”

What, were you expecting me to want to have blackmail sex with a stripper in an old warehouse?!”

Well, Larry, that is exactly what I thought you were offering me at the office! However, it seems like I underestimated you!

“Yes, well my dear, while it was devilish of me to get you all hot and bothered with a false blackmail scenario, my true intentions are much more altruistic! I’ll pay you twice what you make at your two jobs combined to be Head Mistress of my sex dungeon, The Red Dragon. You brought your work clothes as I asked you to? You can start now.”

He led me to a luxurious dressing room where I would meet my sissy slut maid. Several others were waiting to serve me as Head Mistress. I got wet thinking about all the depraved things I would soon be requiring my sissy maid slut to do for me.

“Mistress Violet, you are in charge of the club. You have a budget of $3,000 per week outside your annual salary. Spend on your pleasure and the pleasure of your playmates.” Soon, word spread across the club like wildfire about the beautiful new Head Mistress who would be managing the club. Certainly, it didn’t take long for me to find playmates of all different shapes, sizes, genders, and proclivities. Everyone wanted to cater to my needs.

And that is the beginning of my new life as Mistress of The Red Dragon.

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