[trouble-shooter]

I've never shared this fantasy before, because it involves a former employer.

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Over the years I've held a wide variety of jobs, and on three occasions I've been employed as a DJ in titty bars. I don't call them gentlemen's clubs, because in all the times I've worked there I seen lots of staggering slobbering drunks come in, but never a gentleman, including myself.

The first titty bar I worked in was in a small town named Victoria, Texas, population 50,000. The bar was a dump! Duct tape held the carpet together, and my DJ booth was equipped from local pawn shops.

Other than myself, the staff was all female. Even the bartender, waitresses, and manager were women... Hot women.

Everyone except myself drank while they worked, so by closing time everyone was either drunk, or close to it. Many nights after closing, we'd sit around the bar and I'd listen to these drunken sluts talk about their lives.

It was the 80s, so no cell phones. The doors were already locked and my mind kept wandering over the lovely bodies that only a few minutes ago had been dancing topless on the stage.

In my fantasies it was so easy, and so sweet.

I just carry some handcuffs, duct tape, a few sex toys, my Polaroid camera, and lots of film, in the black bag filled with CDs that I carried in every night. As the girls got too drunk to fight, I'd just handcuff their hands behind them, and duct tape their mouths. It was a small club most nights a total of 10 girls or less. Now, all cuffed, gagged and helpless.

Most of them went out for an early breakfast at Denny's after we closed. So I'd have at least a couple of hours with them all to myself before anyone noticed they were missing.

The bartender / manager would be first. A big, busty blonde who was "too good" to show her tits like the other girls. I dragged her on stage, and handcuff her hands over her head to the horizontal pole the girls used to lift themselves up when they wanted to spread their legs in midair for the customer's. I'd quickly cut away all her clothes leaving her standing there naked for me and her helpless employees to look at. The small riding crop from my bag, I would use to quickly soften her up. Humiliated, her resistance would fade fast, and soon she was happily responding to my touch. Anything to avoid another stroke from the crop. As I stepped behind her and placed my hands on her hips, she obediently pushed her ass back and cocked it up to give me access to her waiting pussy. I guided my cock into her as she stood there, legs spread and nude, exposed to the gaze of the women who worked for her. She moaned and grunted, as I thrust into her. My hands moved from her hips to her breasts, squeezing the massive melons and pinching her sensitive nipples till she screamed. Six women looked on, and wondered what was in store for them, as they watched their boss lady being raped before their eyes.

Next, the little brunette waitress. Just turned 18 and trying to make money for college, she was too shy to take off her clothes for money. Now, I would take off her clothes, for lust. I would tear away her skimpy waitress uniform, and later on her back on table near the foot of the stage, so she could look up and see the naked body of her boss still standing hands cuffed over head on the stage, as I mounted her and forced my way into her tight virgin pussy.

Only five dancers tonight, but a nice variety. A small enough number to easily manage, but more than enough to satisfy my lust for a few hours.

First, there was Cowgirl. Easily the oldest woman there, Cowgirl had been stripping for over 20 years. Her tits were slightly saggy but her big round ass still made her a favorite with the customer's. And I had wanted in that Ass for a long time. I'd bend her over the edge of the stage, at the feet of the manager, then took her from behind. First, in her experienced pussy that easily opened to accept my cock. Then, into her tight, unwilling asshole. She fought, and bucked like a rodeo bull, but in the end I rode her, and broke her.

Second in line, was Toy. At 4'10" this baby faced Latina was in her mid-20s, but still looked like a schoolgirl and played the role to the hilt. Every night in her Catholic schoolgirl uniform, with her little teddy bear. This night the little girl, learn to fuck like a woman. Towering almost a foot and a half taller than her, I knew she wouldn't put up a fight as I placed her on her knees, and removed the tape from her mouth. With big tear filled eyes she looked up at me, then silently opened her mouth and went to work. Taking her head in my hands I slowly guided my cock in and out of her mouth, deeper and harder with each stroke. When I had my fill of her mouth, I lifted her onto a stool, and leaned her shoulders back against the bar. I lifted her legs in the air and quickly snatched the tiny cotton panties off her body. Sensing what I wanted, Toy began to plead," please fuck me daddy, please stuff your big cock into my little pussy and fuck your little girl!" She could see I was in no mood to be gentle with her, and soon she was crying and begging for mercy that she knew she would never receive.

The third dancer that night, called herself Candy. There must be a rule somewhere, every titty bar is required to have a dancer called Candy. Our Candy was a chocolate treat. I tall black woman, with short cropped hair, enormous breasts, wide hips and incredibly long legs... And an attitude. Oh yes, our Candy had quite the bitchy attitude. Tonight, that would cost her. She hated country music, called that ignorant, inbred, redneck, white trash music. And she hated Southern rock even more. I took special delight in queuing up my Lynyrd Skynyrd album, just before I grabbed her and began cutting away her clothes. Forced to lay on her back on the stage, I straddled her chest and laid my long white cock between her big black tits. Squeezing them together with my hands, I began to deliver a long, slow titty fuck to the unwilling woman. I then forced my cock into her mouth, and began doing push-ups over her, forcing my cock deeper into her throat with each push-up. After listening to her gag on my man meat for several minutes, I decided it was time to deliver the same treatment to her pussy. I spread her legs and lifted them over my shoulders, and restarted my push-ups, this time forcing my way deep into her squirming cunt. Then, pushing her legs forward I lifted her bottom up off the stage, and rammed my cock still dripping with her pussy juice into her hot black ass hole. As her threats gave way to pleas for mercy, I knew she had learned the attitude adjustment she had long needed.

Finished with our black beauty, I moved on to our fourth dancer of the night. Kayla. She only danced a couple of nights each month, her hot body earning her so much on those few nights that she could take the rest of the month off. Long wavy blond hair topped off her 5'4" body, reaching down almost to her DD size breasts, that hung naturally but firmly above the smooth belly, that slid down to the generous hips and beautiful round ass that topped her long smooth muscular legs. She was a dream. Tonight I would be her Nightmare. We'd start with a very different lap dance. I moved the big chair to where I could see the other women while I got my dance. I sat there like a king on my throne, as Kayla slowly began to dance and grind against my body, but tonight the man she danced for was naked, and I was stripping away her clothes as she danced. The music played on as I placed one hand on the top of her head and firmly pushed her to her knees, and pushed her head, face first into my waiting lap. She knew what was expected of her, and quickly was swallowing my manhood down her throat, displaying an exuberance that might make you think she had been waiting for this opportunity for months. In truth, the silly girl thought that if she satisfied me with her hungry mouth, I might let the rest of her succulent body go untouched. Foolish child, her expert oral skills only served to fuel my lust. Lifting her to her feet, I spun her around, grabbed her hips, and pulled her down, impaling her unprepared pussy on the rockhard cock she had only moments ago been sucking. My groping hands clamped on to her massive breasts and pulled down forcing my cock deeper inside her. She gave up all attempts at resistance, and obediently bounced up and down on my cock as she sobbed and cried.

Our fifth dancer, and the finale of this sexual performance, was an exuberant freckle faced redhead called Kathy. And to be honest the freckles didn't stop at her face. Her entire lovely fair skinned body was covered head to toe with freckles. Her body was slightly thick, with C cup breasts and wide hips, but no where near a BBW. Her curly red hair hung down past her shoulders, and tonight was pulled back in a ponytail that made her look younger than her 28 years. She had started out a waitress, but decided the real money was on the stage and after overcoming her initial shyness she had become a local favorite. I moved her to the stage and quickly rearranged her handcuffs, cuffing her left wrist to her left ankle, and her right wrist to her right ankle, then pushing her onto her back. As she wiggled and squirmed the handcuffs kept her legs spread open, as I lay face down into her furry red snatch. My tongue went to town, quickly invading the lips of her pussy and exploring deep inside. Wanting to take full advantage of her I quickly turned around and forced my cock into her mouth while my face again quickly dove between her legs and onto the waiting lips of her pussy. My teeth and tongue quickly focused all their attention on the button of her clit, while the first two fingers from one hand began to work their way deep into her pussy, and the large finger from the other hand began to slowly invade her unwilling asshole. Her moaning and growling vibrated through my cock as it worked its way in and out of her mouth. The sensation was electrifying and only served to drive my tongue and fingers faster and deeper. After finally satisfying myself that she was now thoroughly tamed, I turned around and mounted her to prepare for the climax of the evening. Her arms and legs spread wide in the air, I thrust my cock inside her pussy, and simultaneously began to maul her breasts with my hands, and her mouth with the tongue that had just finished tantalizing her clit. Roughly, my hips pounded against her, my balls slapping against her ass hole, my throbbing cock opening her pussy wider with each stroke. She screamed, and begged for the others to help her, but they were still chained and gagged, forced to watch as their friend satisfied me. She pled for me to finish and leave them alone, but I told her I would keep going until she begged for my cum inside her. In total humiliation, she finally broke, calling me master, begging for my cum inside her pussy.

My juices drained, I lined the naked women up and photograph them all in every conceivable position, even forcing some to have lesbian sex on stage while I snapped picture after picture.

I tossed the handcuff keys onto the stage, knowing that eventually one of them would get some and unhook herself and her coworkers.

I stepped up to the manager, still hanging naked from her wrists. I slowly groped her breasts while I looked into her eyes," I won't be coming in tomorrow boss, I've decided to move on. And don't worry about the pay you owe me, I have decided to take Kathy here with me as severance pay." I slipped a hand between her legs and massage the sore pussy I had raped earlier." Unless you'd like to come along?" She squealed and shook in disagreement as she vainly tried to pull away from my touch. I leaned down and suckled on one of her sore nipples for a moment. "That's okay, probably just as well. After the load of cum I planted in Kathy tonight, I'm pretty sure that little breeder is going to make me a daddy in about nine months."

By this time the tape on Kathy's mouth is been replaced, and she's lying on her tummy her hands cuffed behind her back and her ankles cuffed together. I slip a couple of bottles of scotch into my black bag, stood Kathy up, and tossed her over my shoulder in a fireman's carry. I picked up my bag, unlocked the door, stepped out into the dark night and locked the door behind me. I put my new, unwilling, redheaded pet into the bed in the back of my van. I had already emptied out the cheap motel room I was staying in, no point in hanging around here.

"I hear Mexico is nice this time of year, it should be a few months before you're showing, I'm sure you'll earn lots of money dancing for me till then..."

I put my Willie Nelson tape into the player, as we drove into the darkness...

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Maybe a longer story than needed for this thread, but it seemed appropriate, and now that almost 20 years have past since I left Victoria, I think it's safe to share this fantasy.

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