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Subject: {ASSM} The Club universe part 1 <MF oral>
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My name is Mike Stone and I own a strip club. How did that happen?
Well, it happened like this:

Flash back scene: An older, balding white male is sitting in a easy
chair in what appears to be a small office. A much younger redheaded
nude woman is kneeling in front of him, his cock deep in her mouth, her
head bobbing up and down with a rhythm that shows that she, despite her
young age, is an accomplished cock sucking slut. A sign on the wall
reads "The Azure Veil". This appears to be the back office of a strip
club of some sort.

Male:Oh yeah, yeah, that's it, suck my cock, yeah, take it deep down in
your cocksucking throat, yeah, oh yeah, I'm going cum right down your
throat you cocksucking slut... Ah, ahh AHHHHHHH, oh shit...

Slut:How did you like that Fred? Freddy? Wake up... Oh shit... Fuck!
Call an ambulance!


Some time passes:
Paramedic speaking:
Massive heart attack. Never knew what hit him. Looks like he came and
went at the same time.

End flash back

It's Tuesday night. My night to hit the club. Why Tuesday? Because it's
not as crowed and the girls have more time to just hang out and they
don't seem to be quite as money grubbing. Could be because there isn't
as much money in the club on Tuesdays to grub. I pay my cover charge
and notice that the bouncer at the door is wearing a black arm band. So
is the dancer standing by the door. The bouncer hands me a ticket and
says "Here is your raffle ticket. The drawing is at 10:00". Ok, I'm not
sure what's going on, but, what the hell, I'll be here at 10:00,
assuming my pager doesn't go off. My pager is the other reason why I
come on Tuesday, I don't get as many tech support calls that night as I
do on Mondays or Fridays. As I was walking to my normal table I
overheard a some dancers talking

    Dancer one:I heard that he had a heart attack while Shanna was
blowing him

    Dancer two:That doesn't surprise me, he always wheezed a lot right
before he came. Don't give me that look, I know fucking well you blew
him too. You had to have to work here for more than a week



Odd. Any rate, I make it to my normal table and Brandy, the waitress
brings me, with out asking, my normal pitcher of beer. Yeah, I come
here a lot. She is wearing a black arm band as well. I ask her who
died, and she replies, "Haven't you heard? Fred, the owner had a heart
attack Friday night. Right in his office. Had to close the bar early"
"Well, damn, that's to bad. What's going to happen with the club then?
I know he and his wife owned this place out right..." "I think John
knows, but he's not telling any one. He's just doing the 'Do what I say
because I am the might night shift manager and I am unto a God' thing
that he does." "Yeah, a bit of an ass at times". She goes off to take
another order and I sit back and look around. I notice that there a LOT
of dancers working tonight. Like damn near the whole crew. Several
tables are filled with dancers in "civilians clothing". Allowing for
the ones who are back in the dressing room, and the ones here but not
working, it looks like damn near every dancer that works at the club is
in tonight. Something is going down it seems. I also notice that no one
is getting table or lap dances, which is real odd.

9:55 rolls around, John, the asswipe night manager, comes on to the
main stage with a "Mr. Microphone" in his hand.

    John:"As many of you know, Mr. Johnson, the owner of the Azure
Veil, died here in the club last week. His will was read Saturday and
it contained a rather startling clause. He directed that this club be
raffled off, and that the raffle was to be on, to use his exact words
"Tuesday night, because only the regulars are in the club that night".
Well, enough of that, let's have the lucky fish bowl!"

With that, two blonds, topless, but wearing matching blue t-backs ,
came on to the stage with a large fish bowl with several dozen tickets
in it. The came up to John, and kneeled down, holding the bowl between
them and a little above their heads. John stood there, looked around,
and stuck his hand into the bowl, moved the tickets around, finally
pulling one out. "The winning number is A67559!" I looked down, and
damn! That was my number! "Who ever has that number come on up here!" I
came up on stage and the DJ starting playing "The Who"
"Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Meet the new boss Same as the old boss!"

John turns to me and says, "OK, your the new owner of the Azure Veil!
If you will come with me I have some papers for you to sign and such
like." I looked at him and said "I really own the place?" "yeah, you
do." "OK then, as a toast I want to offer a free beer to every one in
here tonight!" John grabbed the "Mr. Microphone" and bellowed into it,
saying "The new boss says a round on him! Let's give it up for him!"

As the barkeep and waitress started handing out the free beer, John and
I went back to the office, where a man was sitting. John introduced him
to me as "This is William, our tame shark". The man stood up and said
"Call me Bill, I'm the club's lawyer". He then looked at John and said,
"I want to have a word with Mr." "Stone, Mike Stone". John sort of
stood there for a moment, until Bill said "Alone, please close the door
behind your self".

After John left Bill indicated a chair for me to sit in, behind the
desk, I might add, and started into the explanation, that while the
will did in fact make me the sole owner of the club there were several
restrictions to that. The first was that if I was to sell the club his
wife would get the money, at a pro-rated rate based on how long I had
"held" the club. That rate hit 0% after 5 years. Another condition was
that I was to set up a profit sharing scheme with the dancers, and that
at least 50% of the net profits of the club were to go to the dancer's
profit sharing scheme. I had 10 days to look over the books of the club
and to decide if I was to take the offer. I looked over the books and
found that the club's clear profits were around $25,000 a month. While
I had to split that in half to allow for the profit sharing scheme,
that's still roughly $12,000 a month. Which would do me just fine. Bill
asked me if I had any other questions. "Yeah, I overheard a couple of
dancers say that Shanna was blowing Fred when he died. It that true?"
Bill got this look on his face that can only be called a smirk, and
relied "That is what the evidence indicates." "Is she working tonight?"
"Think so" "Have John send her in."
Bill stuck his head out the door and told John to go find Shanna and to
send her here when he did. While we waited on her to arrive, I turned
to Bill and told him "Just so you will know, I'm most likely going to
take this offer. I also want you to know that I'm a sadistic and
perverted bastard, and I really like to get my cock sucked. I'm
starting to get an idea on this profit sharing scheme that will allow
me to explore some of my baser desires. Do you have a problem with
that?" Bill replied "I'm the lawyer for a strip club. I collect a
goodly amount of my fees in blow jobs as it is now, so I think you and
I are going to get along just fine".

Right after he said that Shanna came in. Shanna is a sort of short
girl, with medium length red hair, a set of fake tits and a couple of
tattoos on her lower back. At this time she was wearing a riveted
collar on her neck, and a very small black bathing suit, as she was
working tonight. I looked at her and said "I hear that you have a
killer blow job, is that true?" She looked sort of stunned and looked
at John who had followed her in to the office. I snapped "Hey, look at
me, and answer my question!" John starts up with "Hey, you can't talk
to my girls like that!" "Your girls? If they are any ones "girls" they
are mine. You know, Bill, I think I am going to take that offer, where
do I sign?" Bill handed me a couple of papers, and I signed them. I
then looked at John and said "I always thought you were an ass, and I
just want you to know you've got one chance to keep your job. You with
me here? Shanna, I asked you a question..."

She broke down at that point. "Yes, I was sucking his cock when he
died. He didn't even get to cum, he just died with his cock in my
mouth, it was awful." She stood there, sort of crying for a few
moments. I decided that I wanted to see how far I could push her,
because, as I told Bill, I'm a bit of a bastard some times. "Shanna,
why don't you strip?" "*sniff* What, what did you say?" "I asked you to
strip, you know take off your suit? I suspect you do it a dozen times a
night when you are working, it shouldn't be that hard of an idea for
you. However, I want you to totally strip, not just take off your top".
She stood, more or less dumbfounded, then reached up and untied her top
and tossed it down. She then pulled her t-back off and stood there, in
her 5" heels and collar, with her fake tits poking out. "See, that
wasn't so hard was it? Now I want you to kneel down and suck off John
here." She looked like she had been poll axed. Bill just leaned back
and said "yeah, looks like this is going to be fun". I went on to her,
"you see, your dear dead Fred said in his will that the new owner was
to set up a profit sharing system for the dancers here at the club. I'm
going to do that, but I'm going to have some rules about who can be a
dancer here. One of those rules, a key one I might add, is that you
blow staff when requested. If you want to share in the profits, you
play by the new rules. Besides it's not like you haven't sucked cock in
this very room before, by you own statement. So suck or leave, your
call." She looked at me, then shrugged and kneeled in front of John .
While she was doing that John had been opening his pants and had his
erect cock out and ready. She took him in to her mouth and started
doing a rather slow up and down on his cock. After a few minutes, John
goes "Fuck this. I don't have time for a slow sloppy suck, no matter
how good..." With that he reached down, grab her head, held it in place
and start to fuck her mouth at a much faster rate than she had been
doing. "Yeah, that's more like it!" He kept fucking her face for 2 or 3
minutes then suddenly stopped, with his cock deep in her mouth. "Yeah,
that's it, take my cum you cock sucking bitch!". She swallowed I
noticed.

"John, you and Shanna, please tell the rest of the staff and dancers
that there will be a meeting here at the club next Sunday afternoon.
Any one not at that meeting will be fired, if staff, or dropped from
the dancer lists, if a dancer. The new full set of new rules will be
explained then."

More of my fiction at http://www.bondage-chicks.com/daf-blog/

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