Author: Bulgroz the Third
Title: The Adjusters #24 - The Spring Amateur Show
Keywords: MF, FF, mc
Posted: January 2, 2012
Edited: January 2, 2012




			  The Adjusters #24


		       The Spring Amateur Show



"Now, be honest--is there something going on between you two?"

Serena was staring straight at Daniel, the look on her face the one he
called her inquisitor look. Beside him, Cindy giggled. Serena managed
to keep a stern expression for several seconds before breaking into a
grin herself. Daniel shook his head. Women, he thought.

"It's complicated," he said, finally.

"He's right--it actually is," added Cindy.

Serena looked from one to the other and back, waiting for them to add
more details, but neither provided any. "Fine," she said. "Be like
that. But you watch out for him," she told Cindy. "He's a handful."
Turning to Daniel, she softened somewhat. "Seriously, I'm glad you're
moving on, Daniel. I know it was hard to lose Jenn like that, but I'm
a firm believer in straightening up and punching life in the balls,
you know?"

Daniel did not respond. He had known Serena a long time now, and she
had always treated personal relationships as entirely malleable. And
romantic relationships, well, they were not something to get invested
in too deeply. She had had a string of boyfriends over the years, none
of which her friends ever bothered to learn the name of, since she
would move on faster than you would sneeze in a black pepper
factory. She and Daniel had not really talked about what had happened
with Jenn, aside from that violent fight months earlier when Daniel
had first received the DVD that Biff sent. One reason for this lack of
conversation was that Serena had been difficult to get a hold of. And
given what Daniel had learned from Cindy--that Serena was essentially
a toy for use by the Delta Iota Kappa brothers--well, that went a long
way towards explaining her absences. Daniel stared at his friend,
trying to imagine her with those frat boys that she always said she
disliked so much.

Serena picked at her lunch, and it was as if she was reading his
mind. "I'm sorry I've been so hard to get in touch with lately. This
semester's been crazy. I don't know where the time's going."

"I understand," he said, watching her carefully. "That's what they all
say, right? Senior year is where the rubber hits the road, where
everything comes together and whacks you on the head hard. I mean,
between final projects and planning out for post-graduation life..."

"Speaking of which, did you ever follow through with your offer
from... what was it, that company down in Texas?"

Daniel frowned. He had been courted before Christmas by a non-profit
down in Texas, back when he was trying to find a position in that part
of the country. He had been planning to follow Jenn, who had landed a
rather prestigious graduate school scholarship at the University of
Austin. All of this, of course, was before everything went south. "I
sorta put them on hold," he said, "until I figure out what I should be
doing." He knew he should be paying more attention to his future, but
that future was high on the list of things that were far from his mind
these days.

Serena finished her salad. "I have no fear you'll figure it out." She
looked at her watch. "Crap, I have to go. I always seem to be running
out of time these days." She looked up, saw the questioning look in
Daniel's eyes. "I'm meeting with a source. The NADA stuff."

"You're still investigating them? I thought that was
nailed. Prostitution ring, yada yada yada, caught and indicted."

"Yeah, but there's a couple of things that are nagging me. I can't
really put my finger on it, but I feel I'm missing something. The feds
seem happy with what they have, but there are a bunch of dangling
threads that I can't explain, and I hate when I can't explain
something. Money, for instance. There's at least one account connected
with NADA that saw large payouts, completely unaccounted for. I'm
trying to track down the recipients, but they've hidden their tracks
well."

"Delta Iota Kappa?"

"What? Oh, right, your personal boogeyman. Are you still on that?"

"I still believe they're involved, if that's what you mean." More than
ever, in fact, he added internally. They're behind it all, Serena, and
they did something so that you can't see it. "Do you ever meet with
those guys?"

"Not really, no. In any event, the thread doesn't lead to them. But I
haven't found where it leads exactly yet. I'll unravel it,
though. Just watch me."

"I'm sure you will. But Ser..." She looked at him as she stood
up. "Please be careful, okay?"

"Always," she said.

Cindy, who had remained silent throughout the exchange, suddenly stood
up and hugged the taller black girl, who smiled and hugged her
back. And just like that, a thought flashed through Daniel's mind, and
he barely managed to wave a goodbye to his friend before Cindy came
back to sit beside him.

"What?" she asked.

"Nothing."

"Oh come on, it's written all over your face: disturbing thought that
I'm ashamed of. Out with it."

"You and Serena... did you ever...? I mean... you two... together..."

"Dan, are you trying to ask me whether Serena and I have ever hooked
up?" She smiled wide at his expression. "What do you think? Or perhaps
better, do you really want to know?"

"Maybe not."

Cindy smiled again, a somewhat naughty smile this time. She leaned
over after looking around. "Too bad," she said, her voice low,
suggestive. "The thing about Serena is, she can be very, very
dominant. This one time, one of the boys wanted us to put on a little
show for him, and Serena had this leather outfit on--you know, tight
leather skirt, cinching corset, a huge black strap-on dick--and I had
on this tiny bikini--just a bunch of strings, really--and I was lying
across her lap and she was spanking me hard telling me I was a bad
girl because all I wanted to do was suck dick and that if I didn't
behave she would shove that strap-on up my little bum. And I did. I
was a good little girl, doing everything she told me to do, and I ate
her out and made her come over and over again, and she fucked my bum
with that huge dildo anyways. If you want," and she whispered in
Daniel's ear, "later, if you put on the medallion, you can tell me to
go and seduce her, and I'm sure if wouldn't take that much work, and
we can replay that scene for you, if you want to see little me with my
tongue and my fingers up her twat, and of course, me getting my ass
reamed out until I scream. If you want..."

"Okay, okay, time out!" Daniel pushed Cindy away, feeling hot all of a
sudden. Cindy giggled and practically bounced in place. "Sorry," she
said, "getting a bit carried away here. It's just," and her face grew
serious once more, "you have no idea how amazing it is
to... well... to be a woman again."

"I can see that. But come on, behave a bit. I mean, we're in public
here."

"Spoilsport."

Daniel shook his head, then looked askance in the direction where
Serena had gone. "I looked at her carefully when I talked about the
frat, and there was no reaction whatsoever. It's like she doesn't know
at all what the frat boys did to her. She's the usual Serena. Except
maybe for the fact that last year she would have jumped all over the
clues pointing at the frat's involvement. Then again," and he sighed,
"maybe I'm so wrapped up in what's happening that I can't dissociate
myself from it any longer. Maybe I'm seeing what I want to see..."

"I told you, whatever that doctor did to us, it works well. I think
you've nailed it, Serena knows nothing--or at least her conscious mind
knows nothing. The programming covers up whatever the brothers make
her do by filling out any unaccounted time with busy work, and she's
none the wiser for it. And I think there's also an unconscious push to
protect the fraternity, to keep it out of the girls' minds. That might
explain why she seems so ready to dismiss your suggestion that they're
involved with that NADA thing."

"You think that the whole prostitution ring story is made up?"

"I don't know if it's made up--there may well have been something
going on anyways--but I'm pretty sure that NADA was sacrificed as a
scapegoat. I remember overhearing some discussion of that at a party
at the frat house back in January. Serena's curiosity is strong, and
her professional drive even stronger. I wouldn't be surprised if
that's enough to overcome whatever reticence to investigate Delta Iota
Kappa they have programmed in her."

"I hope so. Cin, can we trust her?"

"I don't know. If she got the same programming I did, then there
didn't seem to be any big Protect the Frat at All Cost and Report to
Us routine, if that's what you mean. No Spying Mode, or anything like
that. But that's just my experience, and I don't know the extent to
which we can extrapolate."

"Talking like a true scientist. You and Radhu are cut from the same
cloth."

"I resent that. I have much nicer legs than he does." He looked down
at her legs, fully exposed by a short yellow skirt, while she
continued, "which I'd love to feel wrapped around you while you drive
into me, in case I haven't made that part abundantly clear."

Daniel shook his head. "You're obsessed. Speaking of Radhu, I have a
huge favor to ask of you." He pulled out a small card. "Could you drop
by the med school and see this guy? It's for a blood sample. He's a
friend of Radhu who's willing to run a couple of analyses to see if we
can't identify what they injected you with. It's a long shot, but any
piece of data we have may be useful."

Cindy took the card. "Fine. But on one condition."

"What's that?"

"That we go to your place, you wear the medallion, and fuck me until I
pass out."

Daniel looked at her for a long moment, at her eager and guileless
face, her blonde hair falling in waves down past her shoulders, and
then smiled. "Okay, okay, you win! I'll sacrifice myself."

"Yay!" Cindy practically jumped out of her seat and picked up her
tray.

Daniel sighed, and could not help getting hard at the thought of
slipping between the little blonde's legs again. I'm so gonna get in
trouble for this, he thought.

"Cin," he asked her as she was returning to the table. "Can we trust
you?"

She looked back at him, serious. "What do you think?"

"Radhu's not sure about you. Frankly, neither am I."

"But you trust me. Because otherwise, you wouldn't tell me all that
you're telling me, and you probably wouldn't tell me about your doubts
about me."

"That sounds about right."

"I'm doing all of this because I care about you, Dan. And because I
want some answer myself, too. Whether you trust me or not, I'll do
what I need to do to see that through."

He looked at her. He believed her. He could not articulate why, but he
believed her. And he trusted her. That would have to be good
enough. "Fair enough. Now, you said there was something you wanted us
to do?"


				* * *


The evening found Daniel sitting on Radhu's couch, trying to draft a
paper for one of his classes, Topics in International Relations. It
was difficult to concentrate, images from his late afternoon romp with
Cindy flashing in his mind. The girl had been insatiable, jumping on
him as soon as he had slipped the medallion around his neck and
squeezing out at least three orgasms from his now drained body. The
first two she had wrung out aggressively, the first with her mouth,
the second by riding him hard, but it was the third that he had
difficulty blotting out of his mind, the one where she had suddenly
gone all submissive, quietly offering to let him do whatever he wanted
to her, to let him ravish her, abuse her--she had gone on to describe,
in a small voice and in glorious detail, what her old boyfriend Farid
used to make her do, gauging Daniel's reactions to see which turned
him on the most, and... well, he had not been able to resist for very
long, did he, before mounting her and... and...

Daniel shook his head. Concentrate. You got a paper to write. I know,
it doesn't sound very important right now. But if you screw up this
semester, you'll regret it. You know you will.

He looked up. Radhu was at his computer, serious, focused, staring at
listings after listings of numbers scrolling on one of his terminals,
once in a while typing furiously before returning to his
contemplation.

He knew Radhu could work despite interruptions. "Rad, what do you
think about Serena?"

"Might it be possible for you to narrow down your inquiry, as it is
somewhat vague in its current instantiation?" Radhu never looked away
from the terminal.

"I mean, what Cindy said about Serena, that she was a toy for the
fraternity..."

"If I recall correctly--which is a figure of speech since I am certain
that I do--you conjectured similarly months ago when you discovered
that she had inherited one of those silver charms bracelets."

"I know, I know. But it's one thing to fly off the handle on a crazy
idea that you cling to to keep your sanity, and it's another to have
that crazy idea confirmed by someone else. It makes it more real, you
know? Rad, I saw her today, and she was our good old Serena. Nothing
changed. Even Jenn when I saw her last..." He did not complete his
sentence.

Radhu remained imperturbable, even though Daniel knew that the subject
touched him deeply. It was an open secret that Radhu was crazy about
the energetic black girl. "It is my sad duty to highlight that it
would explain Serena's rather crushing time schedule this semester
with no rational account for it, and her explanations for how busy she
has been that have remained vague and unconvincing. Otherwise, then
Serena has spent a inordinate amount of time this semester with
unproductive busy-work, something that is uncharacteristic of the
Serena we used to know."

"I guess. And it would also explain why she is so adamant in defending
Delta Iota Kappa, or at least not implicating them in whatever is
going on."

"You are suggesting that there is an implicit attitude of protecting
the hive implanted within her?"

"It would make sense, no? Cindy suggested as much."

"It is certainly something that I would attempt to implement were I to
devise a procedure to implant behavioral suggestions inside someone's
mind." Radhu finally looked away from his terminal, staring at a blank
wall, frowning, and Daniel had the distinctly disturbing impression
that the lanky Indian was working out the problem of coming up with
the ideal behavioral suggestions--as he had put it--for controlling a
girl in such a way as to protect the controller.

Daniel smiled, and went back to drawing parallels and highlighting
contrasts between British imperialism in India and American
interventionist policy in the Middle East.

Fifteen minutes later, he looked up again. Radhu had gone back his
terminal. "Rad, what are you doing anyways?"

"Running simulations of an upcoming experiment for my particle physics
class, playing a chess match with a Ukrainian acquaintance, and trying
to discover a way into the Delta Iota Kappa fraternity computer
network. The defenses are surprisingly strong, considering what it
is. I might enjoy interacting with the system administrator that
configured their network."

"I'll make sure to pass the invite along if I get the change," replied
Daniel, making a face.

"Thank you."

"Rad, listen, about that. There's something Jenn said the other night,
when she was... doing her thing--" He paused, the memory of the night
he had run into Jenn at the diner still fresh in his mind, Jenn right
there in front of him, so herself and so unlike herself. "Well, she
said something about Biff emailing me and sending me videos and other
things. But I never got anything."

"Maybe he never sent them?"

"Maybe. But I'm pretty sure he's the one who dropped off the DVD back
when, and seeing him the other night--he wanted me to see what Jenn
was doing. He was getting a big fucking kick out of it. It's pretty
obvious that he wanted to see me suffer."

"Would you appreciate me attempting to pinpoint Biff's computer as I
investigate their network?"

"Yeah, that'd be great. I mean, I don't want to find anything, but at
the same time..."

"Say no more. It shall be done."

"Thanks Rad, I appreciate it."

Ten minutes later, Daniel's cell phone lit up. Frowning, he picked it
up. Cindy. "Hey Cin. What's up?"

There was a lot of background noise from the other end, music,
conversations, shouts. "Dan! Thank God! You're there!" She sounded
agitated, shouting into her cell phone to be heard over the noise.

"What's up? Where are you?"

"He's about to lose it! I don't know what to do--"

"Who? What? Where are you?" Radhu turned to look at his friend,
undoubtedly reacting to Daniel's tone of voice rising.

"Jackson. Jackson's starting to lose it. I'm not sure I can deal with
it alone. Could you come and give me hand? I'll make it worth your
while..."

Daniel groaned. Leave it to Cindy to manage to make suggestive remarks
in the middle of an emergency. "Cin, where are you?"

"We're at the Spirited Flesh, you know, the strip bar?"

"Yeah, I know it." He had a sinking feeling. "Sure you need me there?"

"It would be a big help. He's starting to lose it, and I'm really
worried he's gonna get himself hurt real bad."

"All right, I should be there in twenty minutes or so..." He was not
going anywhere with his paper anyways.


				* * *


As he approached the Spirited Flesh, Daniel remembered the last time
he was there. It felt like a lifetime ago, when he and Serena had come
to follow up on a report that Marjorie--one of Serena's friends that
had gone missing last semester--was dancing at the popular strip
club. Had it really only been half a year earlier?

There was a line, something that he had not remembered seeing
before. People in line seemed strangely excited. Daniel asked a random
patron what was happening, to be answered that it was the Spring
Amateur Show, one of the hottest amateur strip shows of the year. The
kind of show that supposedly attracted representatives from the adult
industry scouting for new talent. Rumor had it that tonight's show
would be particularly hot. Daniel vaguely remembered hearing something
about it.

Just as he was about to pull out his cell phone to call Cindy to let
her know he was there but would be delayed, he spotted her lithe form
at the door next to a large bouncer decked in a fitted black
shirt. She waved as soon as she saw him, and gestured to bid him come
up. She pressed her hand to the bouncer's chest, pointing to him,
telling him something. He was so much taller than she was that he had
to bend down almost in half.

"Glad you made it," she said when he was close. She hugged him tight,
before turning to the bouncer who looked on with a permanent frown on
his face. "Thanks, Gerard. I owe you one."

He respond, gruff but not unkind. "No problem, Cin. Looking forward to
seeing you back here again one of these nights."

She grinned. "Maybe I will." Back to Daniel. "Come on, let's go deal
with Jackson." She pulled him through the door that Gerard had opened,
ignoring the protests of the folks in line waiting to get in.

"All right," he said, his voice rising to be heard over the sound of
the blaring music. "What's going on?" He was following Cindy as she
cut a path through the people. The place was packed.

"Jackson called me an hour ago, all panicky--he said something about
Biff and Kyra, and he sounded really... And when I got here, he was
two seconds away from fighting it out with a bunch of frat boys, and
bouncers were about to descend, and I managed to drag him away and
Gerard helped some, and Biff was there, looking on, a smirk on his
face, and that's when I called."

Daniel's blood ran cold. Biff. Nothing good will come of this, he
thought. What am I doing here? He followed Cindy, still willfully
making her way through the people, heading towards a small table were
Jackson was sitting alone, drinking, seething, clenching and
unclenching his fist. I'm doing this because she asked me, of
course. Why else?

On the large stage making up a corner of the main room, two blonde
girls with large fake breasts were strutting about in tall boots and
panties, dancing around poles strewn around the stage while caressing
themselves. A few of the patrons were cheering them on, difficult to
hear over the loud noise coming from a small band on a smaller stage
lining up another side of the room.

Jackson barely glanced up when Cindy and Daniel sat at their
table. Daniel saw men sitting at tables next to theirs glance up and
down at Cindy, their eyes disrobing her like they did the girls on
stage. She did not seem to mind, let alone notice.

"Jackson, we should go," started Cindy, taking her friends hand.

Jackson shook his head, his eyes never wavering away from a spot
across the room.

"What happened?" asked Daniel.

It took a long time before Jackson answered. His eyes remained rooted
on the same spot. "Biff called me. Said he had something to show
me. Something important..."

Daniel waited for the rest, which did not come. "And? You decided to
pick a fight with him and his cronies?"

Jackson shook his head. "No, he came up to me when I got here and
he--"

He was interrupted by a voice erupting through the speakers as the
band closed their number in a crescendo of guitars, drums, and
wails. "Gentlemen!" the DJ blasted from his booth high up on the wall
overlooking the entire room, clearly acting as the MC for the evening,
"please give a big North Alexandria thank you to our band tonight,
Bright Red Vaginal Discharge! Remember, check them out online!"

There was sparse applause, amid shouts of "More chicks!" and "Bring
out the babes!". The DJ took it in stride. "Again, welcome to the
Spirited Flesh Spring Amateur Show! As you have seen already, we have
an incredible lineup tonight, with the most gorgeous uninhibited girls
ever, all for your perverted voyeuristic pleasure! For those that just
joined us, on the far right, we have our dedicated judges, who will
crown the victor of tonight's competition. In order, we got--"

Daniel tuned out the DJ's introduction of the judges to follow
Jackson's gaze, and finally saw Biff and several of his friends--many
of the same ones from the diner the other night--hanging out at a
table by the stage. Biff was standing, beer in hand, laughing with the
two men that had fought with Daniel.

Biff happened to look up at that point, and smiled wide when he saw
Daniel. He raised his hand in salutation, shifting his gaze from
Daniel to Jackson and back. He grinned wider as he looked at Jackson
before pointing towards the main stage.

"What's going on?" asked Daniel, struggling to be heard over the voice
of the DJ who was trying to work the crowd into a frenzy of
expectation.

Daniel never heard Jackson's response, as there was a big cheer from
the audience as the lights dimmed, and the DJ intoned: "Gentlemen! Our
next contestant is a young woman originally from California, and up in
our neck of the woods to study. According to my notes here, she enjoys
long romantic nighttime walks on the beach, skinny dipping, and giving
head to her dates. Ha! Ha! Ha! Now that I have your attention, let me
add that if this sexy little minx doesn't give you a boner the size of
Texas, I'm tossing out my DJ's degree and moving to Panama! Gentlemen,
give a nice perverts' round of applause for Kyra, showing us what it's
like to be a student in the art of LOVE!"

Two spotlights turned on, illuminating the stage that had been
decorated with old-fashioned student desks and a large stand-alone
blackboard, as a slow dance beat arose from the speakers. The crowd
roared with pleasure when a thin long-legged girl with red pixie hair
strolled onto the stage from the wings, decked out in the most
perverted school uniform ever designed--a thin white blouse tied up
with a knot beneath a pair of generous breasts and baring a wide
expanse of flat midriff, a short pleated skirt that barely reached the
bottom of her ass and bounced wildly with every step she took, and a
pair of knee-high skin-tight black boots with a thin six-inch stiletto
heel.

Daniel heard Jackson gasp next to her. He had recognized the girl as
quickly as Jackson had. Kyra. Jackson made to stand, but Cindy grabbed
his arm and pulled him back down.

"Don't," she said. "I bet you anything they have their eyes on you. If
you do something stupid, they'll kick you out pronto."

Daniel looked towards Biff and his posse, and indeed, Biff was looking
right at them, a shit-eating grin on his face. When his eyes crossed
Daniel's, he raised his beer bottle in greeting, nodding towards the
stage.

Jackson's face grew red, and he was shaking. His eyes were going from
Biff to Kyra and back.

"He's trying to get a rise out of you," said Daniel, trying to keep
his voice neutral. "That's his thing. That's what gets him off."

"He's... he's..."

"Yes, he's got her to put on a nice little strip show for a bunch of
oversexed retards. Jeez, I wonder how he managed that?"

Jackson stared at Daniel, who kept his gaze directed at the stage. He
looked about to say something, but Cindy intervened.

"Jackson, it's okay. He knows," she said.

From the corner of his eye, Daniel saw Jackson look back at her and
then at Daniel in shock, before reddening with what might have been
embarrassment, possibly even shame. At least I hope so, thought
Daniel.

On the stage, Kyra was putting on a tremendously arousing dance and
strip routine, enticing the audience without too much
difficulty. While she was not an expert dancer, her moves were
suggestive, and the DJ helped her along by goading the audience,
narrating Kyra's moves. "Look at her go! Look at those legs, long and
smooth! Legs that you want to feel wrapped around you, folks! Big
cheers for Kyra out there!"

Throughout, she maintained an almost shy and reserved expression on
her face, often looking down and only occasionally flashing her eyes
up at the audience. If it was an act, it was a good one. "A good
little student, our Kyra out there. Good and obedient, eager to please
her teachers, happy to do all the homeworks that they dream of. Come
on, folks! Encourage her!"

The crowd cheered madly when she tore open her blouse and tossed it
into the audience, baring her breasts which bounced invitingly as she
stretched and turned and twirled. "Whoa! Look at those babies bounce!
Big cheers for the titties, folks!"

Kyra teased the crowd by lifting her short skirt, revealing a
diminutive thong that barely managed to cover her pussy but succeeded
at baiting the men into screaming at her to take it all off and
"spread her cunt wide open!" The DJ egged the crowd further. "That's
one hot ass out there, folks! Tight and eminently spankable, wouldn't
you say? Who wants that little skirt ripped off her tight little body?
Big cheers for Kyra, folks!"

The music number stopped abruptly just as Kyra, as part of her
routine, twirled and dropped to the ground, lying on her side. The two
spotlights shut off. The club went dark. The audience was shocked into
silence. Not knowing what was happening, no one seemed to be quite
sure how to react.

Then, just as mutters were starting to arise here and there, a variant
of the unmistakable drum introduction to Van Halen's Hot for Teacher
blasted through the speakers.

"Gentlemen!" screamed the DJ, drowning the cheer that had soared upon
the spotlights shining down onto another tall long-legged girl
strutting on from one edge of the stage, "in exclusivity here at the
Spirited Flesh, I give you the one, the only, the incredible Jennie
Exx, all primed for today's lesson!"

Jenn--for it was Jenn, Daniel could tell just by the way she seemed to
float down the stage--paid no attention to the audience, and sashayed
slowly through the fake classroom. She wore an adjusted suit jacket,
black, that reached just below her buttocks, leaving a long expanse of
leg exposed, naked but for a pair of tall black high heels. There was
no hint of a skirt. Her hair was tied up in a bun, and she had on a
pair of black-rimmed glasses. She looked the part of the stern teacher
to a T, complete with a small wooden rod, the ensemble enhanced by the
aura of sexiness that exuded from every pore of her body.

Reaching the blackboard, she turned her back to the audience, who were
shouting at her to show them her ass. Ignoring the taunts, she picked
up a piece of chalk and started scribbling, while a hip-hop rendition
of Van Halen's classic slowly started, the bass line slow and
thumping. When she stepped away from the board, everyone could see she
had written in large block letters SEX ED at the top, and sketched a
female figure down on her knees with her mouth open in front of a man
with an erect cock and an arrow pointing from the cock to the mouth of
the female figure.

Jenn turned to the audience and smiled a very naughty smile, which
made the audience go wild. She held the smile for a few seconds, and
then when the song kicked into high gear, drums grinding, bass
thumbing, guitar strumming, she danced.

And did she ever dance. Too many years of classical dance lessons had
given her a grace that made all the girls that had danced earlier that
evening look like newborn calves. The DJ had even stopped his
incessant narration and remained silent throughout the beautiful
brunette's routine. She strutted around the stage and glided across
the floor, skipping effortlessly on her heels, twisting and bumping
and grinding and generally eliciting moans from an audience that was
following her every move with rapt admiration. She showed nothing,
except for her legs that were there for everyone to ogle freely. She
did spin around several times and teased the crowd by threatening to
lift her jacket and flash her ass, only to reconsider and go back to
lasciviously swaying her body to the slow steady rhythm of the
music. The audience ate it all up, whistling and howling and shouting.
One guy up front was screaming "show us your ass you fuckin' whore,"
and in one smooth motion, never stopping her dancing, Jenn turned to
him and frowned and shook his finger at him playfully before heading
his way, crouching towards him, her legs primly together and to the
side; she motioned for him to get closer, and when he did she gently
gave him a little slap on the cheek, her face stern. The audience
roared in approval, and doubly more so when the guy reached towards
Jenn with a hand only to be met with a blow from the rod and another
shake of the finger. She then blew him a kiss, her dark red lips
puckering up and instantly making every man in the audience dream of
those lips wrapped around their shafts.

She danced. And she stripped. Slowly. She started with her bun, from
which she pulled two pins, letting her long dark hair fall onto her
shoulders in waves. She let it fly around, turning and bouncing, a
smile on her face as if she was finally free of bondage.

She then turned her back to the audience, pulling down her jacket
enough to bare a shoulder, then the other, slowly, to the crowd's
encouragement. When her jacket was down to her waist, it became clear
she was wearing neither a shirt nor a bra, and the whistles increased
in loudness and frequency. And then she turned around, with her one
arm holding the rod across her chest hiding at most her nipples, and
the other holding her jacket around her waist like a skirt. She
crossed the stage that way, her breasts bouncing enticingly despite
being restrained by the arm across them.

When Jenn threw off her arms above her head, baring her chest, the
crowd cheered loudly. One hand still holding the jacket around her
waist, she moved in such a way to emphasize her breasts, imparting a
bounce that drove the audience wild. Her nipples were hard and red,
and she playfully struck them with the rod a few times. After shaking
her chest one last time, she strutted around the stage, teasing the
audience with her jacket, until her path brought her to the center
front of the stage where with a flourish she yanked the jacket away
and flung it into the crowd, and stood gloriously in a sheer black
thong and her high heels. She posed for a few seconds, letting the
cheering men pressing against the stage drink in her body. She thrust
her chest out, proudly, and her perky well-rounded breasts looked
glorious in the spotlight. Her thong was a joke, a triangle of dark
material held together by thin strings, revealing that her pussy was
shaved and that she had some kind of tattoo in an arc right above her
slit.

She ran her hands down her sides, pressing her breasts together with a
teasing look at the audience, then down to her crotch where she
caressed herself through her thong. With her other hand she brought
the rod down and ran it between her legs, moving it back and forth
where her pussy lips were hidden, her eyes closed and head thrown back
as in the throes of ecstasy.

Jenn folded to the ground and did a floor routine, scissoring her
perfect legs while always keeping at least one hand on her crotch,
caressing over and sometimes under the thong, threatening to flash her
pussy to the rapt audience.

When she stood back up, she did a back and forth along the edge of the
stage before turning her back fully to the stage and bending over, her
legs wide apart, treating the crowd to an unimpeded view of her ass,
crisscrossed by the almost nonexistent strings of her thong. The
audience roared with pleasure and lust, for not only were they
savoring the amazing view, but they had seen the telltale flat end of
a butt plug trapped between her cheeks. She seemed to know that they
knew what it was, because her hands moved to caress her cheeks, and
with two fingers she gingerly grasped and wiggled the butt plug to the
men's thunderous encouragements.

She took another trip around the stage, dancing and playing with the
strips of her thong and shaking her breasts, and then she returned
center stage to drop to the floor once more and do a repeated floor
routine, this time slowly pulling down the thong before dropping down
on her back with her legs spread and her shaved pussy glistening under
the spotlight. She ran a hand over that same pussy, again and again,
her hips raising themselves off the ground and thrusting back and
forth. The crowd went wild when she slid the tip of the rod between
her pussy lips and fucked herself with it.

After a few minutes of playing with herself with her legs spread wide
in front of an audience that she was almost totally ignoring, Jenn
flipped onto her stomach and raised herself to her hands and knees,
thrusting her ass towards the crowd, before straightening up and
turning back towards the audience. She was twirling the thong around a
finger, scanning the audience, and she smiled when she saw what she
was looking for.

She made a line for the young man that had shouted at her earlier,
pointing her finger at him, and she crouched in front of him as he
neared the stage. He looked well inebriated, and she gingerly put the
thong on his head. He roared in laughter and grabbed it before
sniffing it deeply and then running his tongue all over its crotch, to
a chorus of oohs and aahs and encouragements from the men around him.

When he reached out with a hand to touch her, like he did earlier,
Jenn faked smacking him with the rod again but then gave a naughty
smile and instead took his hand and lifted it to her face and sucked
his middle finger into her mouth, looking the young man deep in the
eyes as she did so. He looked astonished, his eyes wide, his mouth
open. She bobbed her head up and down, sucking hard, acting for all
the world like she was alone with this young man and his finger and
not on the stage of a strip club putting on a performance for a
vociferous crowd of horny onlookers.

Jenn pulled his finger out of her mouth but did not let it
go. Instead, she pushed his hand between her thighs and pressed it
against her crotch, his wet finger sliding effortlessly into her
pussy. She closed her eyes and shook her head, as if she were on the
verge of an orgasm, and fucked herself with the young man's finger,
her hips doing all the work. Around them, men had pressed against the
stage and were extending their own hands to touch the beautiful
dancer, running their hands over her thighs, trying to reach her
breasts. She ignored them all, concentrating on humping the now
undoubtedly soaked finger that was exploring her depths.

Security moved in quickly, trying to maintain a semblance of control
over the crowd, and Jenn let go of the young man's hand and after
blowing him another kiss went back to her dancing. She ran her own
hand between the folds of her pussy and brought it back to her mouth
and licked it slowly, sensuously, making sure that everyone could see
her tongue work through her fingers.

When the crowd had calmed down a little bit, she turned towards Biff,
and held his gaze for a long while. Daniel took it all in, the
exchange, the air of sufficiency on Biff's face, his nodding sharply.

Jenn turned her head towards the side of the stage, and struck a pose,
her legs a shoulder's width apart, a stern expression on her face, the
rod tapping into the palm of her hand.

One of the spotlights meandered towards the spot where Jenn was
looking, only to find Kyra, now sitting on her back with her legs
spread wide, one hand busily rubbing up and down her pussy, the other
pawing her breasts. The audience went wild. Kyra acted as though she
was startled and then embarrassed by getting caught in the act, and
tried to hide her body. She looked over at Jenn with wide eyes.

Jenn looked at her and made a come-here gesture with her finger. Kyra
made to stand only to be stopped by a shake of Jenn's head, who
pointed down to the ground with a grind. Kyra seemed to understand
immediately, because she went down on her hands and knees and slowly
crawled towards Jenn, her breasts swaying with the movement. When Kyra
reached Jenn's feet, she stopped and kneeled before the tall brunette,
hands on her lap, head bent, looking down.

Jenn circled slowly around Kyra, looking at her, appraising her. She
ran her hand over the redhead's body, sliding it first under her short
skirt, then across her exposed stomach, then up to brush over her
breasts, to finally palm her face and lift up her head. Jenn stared
into Kyra's eyes for a long time, a slight smile on her face, and then
she stepped back and presented her rod to Kyra's lips. Kyra wasted no
time to slide her lips up and down on the piece of wood, sucking it
like a thin cock. The audience whooped.

Jenn pulled the rod out sharply and in the same movement slapped Kyra
hard, almost sending the kneeling girl to the ground. Before the
redhead could recover, Jenn leaned over--bending at the waist, to the
delight of the men at the far end of the stage--and kissed the
kneeling redhead on the mouth. They shared a long kiss, until Jenn
straightened up and slapped Kyra hard again. She then stood before
Kyra with her legs spread, pointing at her crotch. Without hesitation,
Kyra pressed forward and, still on her knees, slipped her head between
Jenn's thighs and started to lick and suck on the proffered pussy, to
the enthusiastic encouragement of the crowd.

Jenn pulled Kyra's head against her crotch, and ground it there,
pushing with her hips in counterpoint. She closed her eyes, threw her
head back, obviously basking in the sensations. Kyra was going at it
with gusto, and soon Jenn's knees seemed to be shaking and threatening
to drop her to the ground. Kyra kept going, bending herself backwards
to get a better angle and presumably reach deeper.

Jenn finally grabbed Kyra by the hair and pulled her head back,
staring at her for a few seconds before pushing her down to the
ground. Kyra fell back, legs spread, her skirt lifting. In one smooth
motion Jenn knelt on the floor herself, and gestured to Kyra, who got
on her hands and knees and crawled to the kneeling brunette. She
stopped in front of Jenn, still in position, and Jenn grabbed her hair
once more, pulling Kyra's head up. With her other hand, Jenn flipped
Kyra's diminutive skirt onto her back and in one abrupt motion pulled
on the exposed skimpy piece of underwear and ripped it off, to the
great enjoyment of the crowd. She tossed the torn garment into the
audience.

The slap when Jenn's hand connected with Kyra's naked buttock
resounded in the room. A cheer rose in response, coinciding with
Kyra's shout of surprise. Another slap, another cheer, and another
shout. Jenn was not faking anything. She spanked Kyra hard, her arm
swinging wide, her hand in the redhead's hair ensuring that the
redhead did not move away. The crowd encouraged her--"Spank that
ass!"--"Beat the bitch!"--"Harder! Harder!"--as Jenn slapped the
redhead over and over again, tirelessly. Daniel watched the stage,
trying to see everything, classify every gesture, trying to see some
kind of reticence from Jenn, while at the same time keeping an eye
both on Biff and his cronies, who seemed to be enjoying themselves,
pointing at the stage and laughing, and on Jackson, who had his eyes
trained on Kyra and was clearly fuming and trying to restrain himself
from bolting and going Lord knew where to do Lord knew what.

Onstage, Jenn pulled Kyra up by the hair and lifted the lithe redhead
to her knees. Everyone could see how red Kyra's ass was. Still holding
on to Kyra's hair, Jenn slapped the redhead's breasts back and forth,
not quite as hard as she had been hitting her ass, but hard enough to
leave marks. She then pinched the reddened nipples, eliciting another
scream from Kyra, before slapping the poor girl again, on the face
this time, sending her sprawling on her back. Standing up, Jenn
circled the sprawled body to end up near Kyra's head and, after
lifting a foot, thrust the thin heel of her high-heeled shoe into the
redhead's mouth. Kyra--arching her back and spreading her
legs--started sucking softly, lifting her head off the ground as she
did so.

Jenn circled again around Kyra, strutting while she pressed her
breasts together, showing off to the audience. The redhead remained
sprawled on the ground, legs spread, hands at her crotch and rubbing
frantically. Her moans could be heard over the noise of the crowd.

Jenn looked up towards the side of the stage, clapped her hands, and
someone tossed her what turned out to be a very large dildo, shaped
like a cock, complete with ridged veins and an imposing mushroom
head. Turning to the audience, Jenn sucked the tip in her mouth,
sucking on the artificial flesh to wet it thoroughly.

When the rubber cock was drenched with her drool, she strutted right
back to Kyra, still on the ground, still caressing herself, and she
kneeled near the redhead. She slapped Kyra's hand away from her
pussy. Without pause, Jenn slid the rubber cock between Kyra's thighs
and shoved it inside her, drawing out a scream from the poor girl who
arched her back but remained with her legs spread on the ground
towards the audience. Jenn then proceeded to fuck the redhead with all
of her strength, ramming the dildo to the hilt time after time. Kyra
was writhing on the stage, tensing with every thrust, her hips arching
up to ease the penetration. She was groaning and screaming in what was
clearly pleasure, unmitigated pleasure. Jenn was staring at Kyra
during the whole ordeal, her arm pumping the cock in and out of the
redhead like a machine.

After a few forceful drives, Jenn leaned down and kissed Kyra, and
during the passionate kiss she thrust the cock deep inside the redhead
and starting shaking and twisting the dildo and Kyra seized up, her
arms flailing, and then her back arched high, and everyone could tell
that she was coming, coming hard, right there on the stage of the
Spirited Flesh, before a crowd of gawking and cheering horny men. When
Kyra's body finally relented and went slack, Jenn straightened up and
slowly licked Kyra's juices off the slick rubber cock, making a show
of it. Everyone cheered, delighted.

"Fuck yeah, gentlemen--if you allow me the expression," shouted the
DJ, who seemed to have remembered that he was there to narrate the
show. "Look at them, those two prime specimen of womanhood, exposed to
your leery unrelenting gaze! Give them a hand, those little
exhibitionistic whores--there you go!"

Kyra rose to her knees to thunderous applause, remaining kneeling at
Jenn's feet while the brunette stood towering over her.

The DJ sauntered onto the stage from the wings, a microphone in
hand. He was short and wiry, with the nervous energy of DJs and
morning radio hosts the world over. He walked up to the two girls, a
huge smile on his face.

"What a pair! Man, what a pair! Even more lovely up close than from up
there!" He grinned at Jenn, who returned his smile with a naughty one
of her own. The DJ shook his head, as if to clear away cobwebs.

"Gentlemen! I'd like you to offer a big round of applause to our new
friend Biff, from the Delta Iota Kappa fraternity, to whom we owe the
presence of these two gorgeous ladies of the night! Biff, come on up
here!"

There was another round of applause, more subdued this time. The group
from Delta Iota Kappa cheered loudly, however, whistling, and clapping
Biff on the back.

Biff, harboring a broad smile, took three steps before jumping on the
stage--waving to everyone, like a celebrity called up to receive an
award--and strolled to the two girls center stage. Jenn enlaced him as
he slid up next to her and kissed him deeply. Kyra wrapped her arms
around Biff's leg and caressed his crotch through his jeans, never
looking up. The crowd went wild, as Biff trailed one of his hands down
to grab Jenn's ass and pulled her close. He grinned at the audience,
blinking at the lights shining into his face.

"Jesus, guys, get a room!" said the DJ, winking theatrically at the
audience.

Jenn nuzzled Biff's neck, kissing along his jawline, while the DJ
looked on.

"Nice couple of girls you have there, my friend," said the DJ.

Biff grinned a long time before responding, not quite knowing where to
look. "No shit, that's some prime pussy right there, lemme ensure
you." The crowd cheered at that statement. Jenn and Kyra did not
react, still fussing over Biff's body as if they were posing for a
spoof of a James Bond movie poster.

"Well, I envy you, my friend. But you have a special treat for us
tonight, did I get that right?"

"Oh yes! Oh yes!" Biff sounded winded and overly excited. The contrast
with the collected and comparatively polished DJ was sharp. "I
wanted... I wanted to do something special to thank you all for coming
here and encouraging my girls here. This is their first time
stripping--I know, right?" The cheers became louder. "But hey,
definitely not the last, right? Is that right?"

The DJ finished for him, seeing that Biff was getting distracted by
the applause. "That's right, gentlemen. Sounds like we will see more
of these two sexy birds in the future. But tonight, I'd like to
announce a surprise, a first in the history of the Spirited
Flesh. Indeed, gentlemen, one of you lucky bastards will have the good
fortune of getting up here on stage with these two hotties and get
your own personal peep show, made to order, if you get my drift. Up
close and personal. How's that sound?" Big cheers from the
audience. "Excellent! And now, the hat, please. Biff, you said you had
some magic to do there?"

Biff, looked up in surprise, and seemed to shake himself out of a
stupor. He nodded to the DJ, and whispered something in Jenn's ear,
before bending down to Kyra to whisper something in her ear as
well. Daniel exchanged a glance with Cindy, and could guess what was
going on. Cindy nodded as if to confirm. He's giving them
instructions, thought Daniel.

A bikini-clad blonde strolled onto the stage, her heels clicking on
the wooden floor. She was carrying an oversized top hat, which she
held before the DJ. "Thank you, my dear. And may I say, you look
lovely tonight." The crowd cheered. "Biff, I'd like to thank you, on
behalf of all of us tonight." He gestured for Biff to get back to his
seat. Biff grinned, shook the DJ's proffered hand, and then said
something else in Jenn's ear before leaving the stage. Jenn slid up
next to the blonde with the hat and enlaced her. The poor girl looked
taken aback, but dutifully stood her ground. The DJ ceremoniously
pulled a ticket stub out of the hat, while Jenn planted little kisses
down the side of the blonde's neck. When the DJ dismissed the
increasingly uncomfortable girl, she wasted no time leaving the stage,
an unreadable expression on her face.

"And our winner is: George Taylor! George Taylor, gentlemen!"

Some cheers could be heard among the overwhelming boos and hisses. The
DJ looked in the crowd, and saw a waving figure. "There he is. George,
my man, show some ID to the security folks, and hope it's not a
fake. Ha! Ha! Come on, get up here!"

The DJ moved to the front of the stage. The crowd parted slightly to
let through a thin young man whose jeans and tee shirt were too large
for him. "Well, George, are you enjoying the show tonight?"

"Fuck yes," came the reply, from a slightly out-of-breath George
Taylor, looking shell-shocked.

"That's one hell of a pair of beauties, isn't it, George?"

"Fuck yes," replied George.

The DJ slapped George on the back. "So, George. The rules of the game
are as follows: you get to tell these two to do something, and you get
to watch."

George looked almost disappointed. "You mean... huh... I can't
actually touch or..."

"Unfortunately, no, George. You know, this is not quite that kind of
place." The DJ gave a big wink towards the audience. "No, you can't
participate. But anything that involves those two, either alone or
together, is fair game. Just don't damage the goods, if you know what
I mean." It was not clear that George did.

The DJ shook his head, motioned towards the wings of the stage, out of
which another girl, clad as scantily as the first, rolled a
chair. "Here you go, George my man. Sit down, make yourself
comfortable, and tell us what you'd like to see."

"Huh... the girl, the dark one, she had a plug up her... up her butt,
right?"

"You are one observant fellow, George. Yes indeed. Jennie, dear, show
George and everyone your little prize."

Jenn obediently stepped up, and turned her back to George, half facing
him and half facing the audience. She bent over at the waist. Her ass,
round and perfect, poked straight out, and the small diamond-shaped
stopper of the butt plug was clearly visible between her
cheeks. George's eyes looked like they were about to pop out of his
head. The DJ smiled. "Nice, isn't it, George? That is one particularly
enchanting rear end, wouldn't you say?"

George nodded, distractedly. The DJ reached over and, grasping the
stopper between his fingers, wiggled it slightly, drawing out a moan
from the bent-over brunette. George groaned softly, almost in empathy.

"So tell me, George my man," continued the DJ, as cool as ever. "What
would you like to see?"

George stared at Jenn's proffered ass, then shifted his glance to
Kyra, still kneeling on the stage with her legs spread, looking down.

"Can I... Huh... Can I see her fucked up the butt with the dildo?"

Cheers from the audience. The DJ grinned. "You want to see that poor
little redhead with that big dildo up her ass? I think we can arrange
that..."

"No... I mean... The brunette. I want the redhead to fuck the brunette
with the dildo..."

The DJ laughed. "Really? You are one twisted fuck, George my man. You
want to see proud Jennie here bent over with a big rubber dick rammed
deep in her perfect ass? And you want sweet little Kyra here to drive
it in hard? What's that? Revenge for all the times a cute little coed
turned you down?"

George blushed, and stammered something, but the DJ stopped him with a
hand on his shoulder. "Don't fret, George my man. You're in good
company tonight. I think all of these sickos out there in the audience
would love to see our dutiful hot teacher get a taste of her own
medicine. Girls, you heard the man! Jennie, come down here and bend
over towards George--I want him to see your face when you get
reamed. Kyra, grab that dildo."

Jenn straightened up, and slowly, teasingly, made her way to George,
and as instructed bent down towards him, laying the palm of her hands
on his knees. George's breath was short, and he was sweating, whether
because of the stage lights or because of the situation was
unclear. Jenn was looking at him intently, a little smile on her
face. He alternated staring at her face and staring at her breasts
hanging right there within his reach. "Can I... Huh... Can I touch her
tits?"

The DJ smiled, and looked at the audience. "Well, you know the rules,
right? No touching? But if we keep this one between you and me and all
those voyeurs there, sure, go ahead." Laughs and cheers from the
audience.

With a shaky hand, George reached out and pressed one of Jenn's
breasts, squeezing softly. The audience whooped. Jenn thrust her chest
out to facilitate his groping, her mouth parting slightly. George
looked like he was in the middle of the most wonderful dream of his
life begging the sleep gods to not let him wake up.

Meanwhile, Kyra picked up the discarded dildo. Knee-high boots
clacking on the stage floor, she approached Jenn. Before she could do
anything else, the DJ stopped her. "Wait. I think we're gonna have a
problem here. Hold on..." He reached down, and grabbed the end of
Jenn's butt plug. In one smooth motion that betrayed practice, he
pulled it out of Jenn's rear, forcing a groan from the brunette. She
arched her back. The audience hoo-ed and haa-ed when he lifted the
plug up to everyone's eyes. It was pear shaped, and impressively
large. "Now what shall we do with this?"

"Stick it in her mouth!" shouted someone.

"Plug the bitch!" screamed someone else.

"You guys are sick," replied the DJ, shaking his head. He stepped
towards Kyra, holding the plug.

"Not her," shouted someone from the audience, "the other bitch!" The
crowd roared in approval.

"Whatever you say, gentlemen," and the DJ backtracked and presented
the large butt plug to Jenn's mouth. She opened wide and he slid the
item between her lips, pushing it deep so that only the stopper stuck
out between her lips. She was effectively gagged. George, his eyes
wide, never stopped pawing her breast.

"There," said the DJ. He turned to Kyra, with a flourish. "Do your
worst, darling. Wait, hold on," and he pulled out a small bottle of
lube from his back pocket and poured it generously onto the dildo. "No
sense hurting the poor girl too too much, right? Now, let's see if you
can make her scream through that plug."

Kyra lined up behind Jenn and pressed the huge dildo against her
ass. The audience held its collective breath. Kyra pushed, slowly, but
forcefully, and after a token resistance, Jenn's ass gave way, and the
dildo sank in her tightest hole. No sound could escape the brunette's
mouth, but her eyes widened, and she leaned forward into George, who
watched the whole proceeding with wide eyes.

The next five minutes were filled with the sounds and sights of that
large artificial cock spearing into Jenn, sending the girl forward
into George's lap, who had graduated to pawing her breasts with both
hands, a gleeful look on his face. Kyra was working up a sweat,
shoving the dildo forward and back with all of her strength, in and
out, in and out, one hand on the brunette's back.

The DJ leaned over and whispered something into Jenn's ear, and just
like that, she convulsed--first stiffening from head to toe, and then
arching her back while at the same time lifting her ass up to meet the
incoming thrust from Kyra, before starting to shake furiously, her
eyes opening wide, her cheeks hollowing out around the plug still in
her mouth. Kyra kept pumping the dildo in and out of Jenn's ass
through the prodigious orgasm that ran through the tall brunette, and
Jenn would have collapsed to the ground if not for the fact that she
was hanging on to George's legs throughout the ordeal--a George who
made a face of his own in response to what he was witnessing, and the
feel of the gorgeous girl on his lap clutching him.

The crowd erupted into applause and hoots and catcalls as Kyra
straightened up and turned towards them, looking down submissively. At
a word from the DJ, she lifted the dildo to her mouth and started
licking and sucking it. Jenn struggled to straighten up on shaky legs,
needing George's help to come stand next to Kyra, trembling slightly,
looking flushed and exhausted. George stood next to them, uncertain of
what to do and where to go, and trying to hide the wet spot in his
pants that testified to his having had an orgasm right there on stage,
without touching himself. While he may have feared ridicule, the
audience was too busy cheering for the two girls to pay any attention
to him whatsoever.

"Gentlemen!" The DJ's voice rose. "After all this excitement, let's
take a short break and resume our Spring Amateur Show in a short
while, with an always amazing lineup of the best amateurs you have
ever seen on stage! In the meantime, once again, our band tonight,
Bright Red Vaginal Discharge!"

As the music erupted, loud and aggressive, Jenn, Kyra, and the DJ
headed backstage. George, looking bewildered, almost lost his footing
maneuvering the stairs on the side of the stage. He was greeted with
back slaps and hair mussings.

Jackson did not let his eyes wander off Kyra as she strode off the
stage, and the scowl that he had been wearing for the duration of the
show was etched in permanently. Before Daniel or Cindy could react, he
stood and headed into the crowd, swallowed up almost instantly.

"Is he going where I think he's going?" asked Cindy.

"Guess so," said Daniel.

They looked at each other before going after him.


				* * *


Daniel and Cindy took advantage of security being distracted by the
massive crowd that had assembled that night--not to mention by a few
well-place smiles and swings of the hips courtesy of Cindy--, and
managed to infiltrate the backstage area.

Once there, it was not difficult to find Jackson. They followed the
stream of obscenities coming from one of the rooms, and found Jackson
held by two large men and shouting and spitting at Biff who was
standing before him.

"How could you, you fuckin' piece of shit bastard--Ow!"

A punch in the stomach from one of the men restraining him--one of
Biff's cronies, Daniel recognized immediately--drove the air out of
Jackson's lungs.

"Jackson, Jackson, Jackson. That's no way to talk to one of your elder
brothers, is it?" said Biff.

Jackson grunted, trying to catching his breath.

Biff turned to look at Daniel and Cindy who had just barged in. Two
other men--two more frat brothers part of Biff's entourage--closed
ranks behind them, blocking the way out. "Well, lookie,
lookie--Dickhead." He was looking straight at Daniel,
unsurprised. "Glad you decided to come. Did you enjoy the show? I
think Jennie there had some pretty good moves. She'll do a killing
once we go on the road. She told me she always wanted to be a dance
star. It may still happen."

Daniel stared back at Biff, refusing to play his game, refusing to
give him anything. All in good time, he told himself, all in good
time.

"And it looks like you brought company, too. Too bad the show's
over. Would have been fun to see this one strip onstage with the other
two. How about that, Cin--a little assfuck, for old time's sake? I
promise I won't be too hard on you this time." He laughed, loudly, and
the men behind Daniel and Cindy snickered.

"Biff," said Cindy, slowly, softly, as if trying to pacify a wild
bear, "please, I don't know what you're up to exactly, but you're
going to be in trouble. You're bringing the fraternity to people's
attention, and you know full well they're not going to like
it. Kevin's not going to like it. You know that. Look, if you let the
girls go now, maybe it doesn't need to get any worse."

"Fuck that!" Jackson struggled against the two men holding him in
place. "Kevin's gonna kick your ass, you fuck, and I'm going to be
right there to kick you in the head when he's done with you. Let Kyra
go you stupid piece of--"

Biff's face grew red in an instant and before Jackson could utter
anything else Biff punched him hard in the stomach, twice. Jackson
folded in two and did not collapse only because of the two men holding
him up. Biff looked at Daniel. "How about you, Dickhead? You gonna say
something too?"

"I won't waste my breath. I know what you're doing, Biff. I know
what's going on."

Biff looked at Daniel carefully, and then laughed out loud. "Yes, yes,
I think you do know what's going on. The jig is up, ain't it? Did
someone open their big mouth and spill the beans? Jackson? Not cool,
bro, not cool at all," he said to the young man still folded in
pain. "The frat's not going to like that either. So you know what's
going on," he said, turning back to Daniel, "but you don't know
everything, do you? Let me tell you a little secret. Your girl there,
your ex-fiancee--" he emphasized the word ex, "well, she's aware of
everything that's going on. She knows what I'm making her do, and she
hates every minute of it. And she still loves you. She told me. So
fucking romantic, that girl."

Biff took a step towards Daniel, who had to fight hard to remain
still. "And the best bit? There's not a thing you can do to help
her. You know what happens if you try? I'm going to break your legs,
then I'll tell her that it turns her on like nothing else to see you
get used as a punching bag, and then I'll beat you before fucking her
silly." He stopped in front of Daniel. "And even if you do manage to
get her back, well, I've got myself a little insurance policy. See, I
put a little thing in that cute head of hers, a little thing that
ensures that if she's away from me for too long, well, she goes
nuts. She starts craving dicks real bad, and there's nothing she can
do to get rid of the hunger. If you manage to get her away from me,
your loving little ex-fiancee is gonna become a cock-craving slut good
only for the nuthouse."

Daniel just stared at Biff, unwilling to get frazzled. Cindy
intervened, clearly worried that things would degenerate
further. "Biff, please, let them go."

Still looking at Daniel, Biff answered Cindy. "Now, why would I do
that? This is lots of fun. Besides," and he grinned again, "they're
kindda busy right now."

He walked to the side of the room, and pulled back a heavy curtain
that covered up the whole wall. A shriek of surprise from the other
side greeted the movement.

"Hey man! What the fuck?"

The DJ was staring back at them in shock. Kneeling at his feet, Jenn
was bobbing her head up and down on his dick, while behind him Kyra
had her face between his ass cheeks, in all likelihood rimming him
away. The girls were naked but for their heels, and did not seem to
notice the newly revealed audience.

Jackson, through the pain, screamed in rage and tried once again to
shake off the men holding him. "Biff you piece of--" Another punch,
across the face this time, quieted him down. Biff looked at the two
girls servicing an increasingly nervous DJ before he pulled back the
curtain. Biff stepped up to Jackson, hanging limply, supported by the
two gorillas.

"Sorry, bro, but your Kyra's taken now. I don't want to see you around
anymore, got it? I'd ask her to come here and give you a nice big
goodbye kiss, but frankly, I doubt you'd want those lips on you right
now. You know, considering where they've been..."

He lifted the young man's head by grabbing his chin. "I never liked
you, Jackson. Little piss ass who thinks he's better than everybody
else cause he's an athlete and girls go coo-coo over him. Well, fuck
you, Jackson. When you go to sleep tonight, I want you to imagine your
sweet little girl's mouth glued to my asshole for most of the night,
sucking and licking and generally making me feel like the king of the
world, and when she's not sucking my ass it's because she's going to
be screaming her head off as I fuck her own ass until it doesn't even
close on its own. That cunt's going to be my own personal little
ass-slut, Jackson."

He stepped back from Jackson, and addressed one of his friends. "Call
security, and get these fuckers out of here. Say that they tried to
get physical with the dancers--the bouncers love that. I'm going to go
and get myself some lovin'."

Biff's posse pushed Daniel and Cindy out of the room, and half-dragged
Jackson who had some difficulty focusing. Bouncers came running and
helped throw them out of the strip club and into the back alley were
so long ago Daniel saw Marjorie pushed into a car by Snowman, also
known as Doctor Cargyle. Daniel and Cindy were unhurt, but Jackson was
on the ground struggling to sit up, spitting up blood.

"Jackson," said Daniel, helping the young man up, "I think it's high
time we had a little chat."

