WARNING: THIS IS A BDSM STORY SO DON'T READ IT IF YOU DISLIKE DOMINATION, SPANKING ETC.
"Leave now, slave. I'll get back to you," Adam announced.
Days passed and Brittany shuddered at the knowledge that Adam's wish was her command. Adam on the other hand was excited, knowing her fate was up to him. He thought about how he could use Brittany to further his career, earn him money and be his whore. He had never had any use for marriage. He didn't want to have to provide for anyone but himself. At 38, he was still only one of the assistants to Brittany's dad and wasn't dating. Humiliating Brittany after all the times she rejected him, would be his ultimate prize. He was willing to do anything to achieve that, even if it meant getting married.
"Get right over here, slave," Adam dictated to Brittany.
When she arrived, he let her know what was going to happen. He looked her straight in the eyes, not wanting to miss out on her reaction.
"Guess what?" he beamed. "Congratulations, we're getting married."
Brittany thought her ears were playing tricks on her until he repeated, "Yes, married. You and I are getting hitched." Adam laughed and Brittany looked as horrified as he had hoped she'd be. Brittany had always dreamed about her wedding day and how much she would be in love with the groom and her dad would proudly give her away. She would have a great wedding night and a fantastic honeymoon and live happily ever after. She felt sick about this turn of events.
"Are you happy, slave?" he leered.
"Yes Master." She was resigned to her fate.
"You'll have to wait to hear about your wedding gift," he added. She could hardly wait. "Let's celebrate with a bang," Adam crudely said. "Take off your skirt." She did. He ripped open her blouse, lifted her bra and roughly pinched her nipples. He threw Brittany to the floor like garbage. She felt like trash. As before, her panties held no use. Moving them aside, he abused his piece of property until it was filled up with his sticky, hot sperm.
"Leave, I'm done with you for now, slut." She straightened out her clothes after putting her blouse back on and left as quickly as she could. She was anxious to get out of there. She went to her car and cried hopeless tears. Adam came up with a great idea for a gift. He had been frequenting a local strip joint and become quite cozy with the ladies that worked there and its owner Bob. He decided to pay Bob a visit.
"I have the perfect girl for you, Bob," Adam eagerly told him. She's sexy and she's smart and she'll do anything you want." Bob caught on to the hidden meaning. He often had his girls do "favors" for his best clientele.
"Sure, have her come audition for me tomorrow afternoon at 3pm. She could start at night if she passes." They shook hands and Adam left to call Brittany. He told her where to come and when.
"Yes Master," she reluctantly agreed. Adam told her how to prepare and repeated the consequences if she didn't succeed in getting the job. "This is your present," he advised her. "Not everyone gets the chance to be a whore for everyone to see. Thank me, slave."
"Thanks, Master," she said, disheartened by the path her life was taking. Brittany showed up at precisely 3pm and Bob told her to come into his office. Braless, she wore a see-through tank top that showed off her tits and a leather skirt that clung to her ass, as Adam demanded.
"Do a striptease for me, baby. Take it all off." Bob's eyes were transfixed on her piercing nipples. She slowly and teasingly removed the blouse from her upper body and
Bob's eyes opened wide. She got on the desk and peeled off the rest of her garments including her skirt, black fishnet stockings, matching garter belt and red lacy thongs. The more she exposed, the more Bob's cock struggled against his pants to get out. She felt uncomfortable as she felt him checking out her pussy. When he told her to get up and bend over, he looked at her buttocks to give them the once over. He had to make sure all her body parts were attractive to the male spectators that would be watching her performance. He was pleased with what he saw.
"You're hired. Janet will show you how to use the pole for a few hours. You start at 8pm." Bob took her over to the dressing room and told Janet to teach Brittany the ropes.
She practiced for hours, feeling like she'd never be able to do it right. Janet reassured her and she did get better. It was time for Brittany to get ready for her debut.
She was given a costume to wear if you could call it that. It was a leopard print tiny bikini top and matching G-String. Brittany had no choice but to put it on. She looked out from behind the curtain to see how many people would be watching. She was beyond nervous when she saw a crowd of at least 100, drinking and waiting for the next act, which was hers.
"And now, new to The Wild Jungle is Candy. Make her welcome." Bob announced over the loud speaker.
Janet told Brittany that Candy would be her stage name. The music came on and Brittany shyly moved close to the front of the stage, in full view of her audience. All eyes were on her and she danced to the music as Janet showed her to. The lewd remarks began.
"Take off your top, baby," a half drunk guy yelled out. Candy kept swaying to the music, delaying the inevitable.
"Let's see what you've got," screamed out another.
"Show us your pussy." Brittany looked out at the audience and saw that it was Adam that made that last salacious comment. He was sitting down close to the stage, drink in hand and grinning.
The men got rowdier and Candy knew she had to deliver the goods. She glanced over at Bob, who signaled to show the guys her boobs. She unstrapped the part that was tied behind her neck. Cheering began. She exposed one of her tits and the spectators went wild seeing her luscious breast. She played with her bust and her nipple hardened. Candy let the other half give way and everyone in the venue ogled her bare chest.
Candy paraded around so that her ass could be seen. With the small string in between her ass cheeks, none of it was really covered. She didn't want to show her twat to so many strangers but she did. Hesitantly, she pulled down the g-strip as the men leered at her. She was completely naked except for the 6-inch high heels she was forced to wear. She stared at the men down beneath her and some practically had their tongues hanging out. At least it seemed that way to her. They were nasty, dirty, filthy men and she was their object of desire. It was her job to make them happy or her dad would know about her activities. She knew she had to put on the performance of her life especially with Adam watching.
She stepped over to the pole and performed the tricks Janet taught her. She clung to it with both hands and moved her body in contorted moves, showing off her assets. Parts of her act had her slit right by customers so they'd tip her. Her legs were opened and they could see the folds of her pussy that were surprisingly wet. That is, it shocked her that it was, dare she think it, aroused. The guys saw her glistening womanhood and breathed in the intoxicating aroma of her excited cunt.
She continued swirling and twirling and got into it more. She felt powerful, in control of the men, knowing that her actions would spur their cocks to react. Her pussy juices began flowing down her legs and the audience went wild.
"She should be called Candy Cums," one laughed out loud. That became her nickname.
To be continued...