Vanessa's Dissonance Ch. 01

Still, the payment they had offered was more than she would ever be able to earn with another job. She didn't want to meet Maria again wearing some cheap dress and perfume. Next time, she wanted to be the one stealing the spotlight again - just like in the old days.

These were old guys not looking very good though. She would have never looked at them twice on the street. How could she fuck those ugly guys? It would make her feel so cheap and dirty. And she knew that she would never be able to look straight into Mark's eyes, would she?

On the other hand, she had been a wild girl before meeting Mark. While working as a dancer in "The Airport" on weekends, she used to pick a man and get a good fucking. She had always loved how the men couldn't take their eyes off her dancing on stage. She had been able to sense them slowly building up their arousal driving them wild with lust for her.

The job wouldn't be that much different, would it? The guys would be older but that meant they would be more practiced and skilful, and this time, she would get paid for it.

How often could someone get a special motivational gift - maybe once a month or once a week? That would even bring some new heat into her sex life with Mark, wouldn't it?

Mark, he would be the only problem. She really loved him. At least, his life would also get better with the money she would be earning.

... and he never had to know what she was really doing at work.

Her thoughts were running wild the entire day, but in the end, she had convinced herself that living a different life was worth it.

The next day, Vanessa put on the black miniskirt and blouse she wore for the last interview. She left the blazer at home and opened the upper buttons of her blouse. This time, she stormed right into the boss' office. The three men were sitting at the desk again leaning over some paperwork. Coming to a halt in front of them with her arms crossed just beneath her large globes, she looked determined to the bone.

"I want the job and I want to start now!" is all she said fire burning in her green eyes.

The men looked up from their papers.

"Sorry Mrs. Laren, we already have another candidate. You're too late."

That stole the thunder out of her. She had anticipated a lot of answers but not this one.

She began stammering "Please, you need to give me this job. I really want it. I'm willing to fulfil all the extra clauses you want to put in."

"Do you fully realize what these clauses include?" Mr. Miller asked his steely eyes piercing right into hers.

"Yes," she answered. "I'll do it, I'll suck your dicks, I'll let you fuck me."

"Sounds like a deal," Mr. Erickson said grinning sleazily again.

"Now that an alternative exists, you will understand that we cannot give you the job without a certain test of your abilities," Stanton skipped in. "And you told us you're willing to work twice as hard as any other candidate."

Vanessa knew exactly what he meant and said "I'd love to show you what you'd be missing!"

Saying these words, she had a certain exuberant twinkle in her green eyes. With one side of her mouth slightly pulled up, she looked arrogantly down on the seated men. She knew she could afford this arrogant attitude as she was used to getting every man she wanted only when she wanted. And she knew they were dying to get their hands on her. Probably, there didn't even exist another candidate. She would give these old bastards the fucking of their lives without even breaking into a sweat, and sooner than a blink with the eye, it would be over.

The grey haired Stanton stood up and said "Well, than don't let's waste more time and start your test. But first you have to sign an agreement that nothing about this test will ever be told to someone else."

He handed her a paper in which she declared that she participated in any of the law office's tests from her free will and that she will never bring any information about these tests to the outside. Violating this contract, she'd have to pay 50.000$, a sum she knew she'd never have without this job.

After she had signed the paper, Miller stood up and looked at her with his steely eyes ordering her with a stern voice to stand up.

Looking into his face, she could see he would give her no mercy so she obeyed quickly.

With two fast steps, he stood in front of her taking her arms in his vice grip.

He hissed at her looking directly into her eyes "You better do what you're told or we'll find a replacement sooner as you'd like. And you'll regret that!"

She knew he was deadly serious but she had not much time to reconsider her decision as Miller gave her another order.

"Get rid of that panties and bra!"

His hard voice sent a shiver over her back and she started to get frightened of this man. Maybe, the job wouldn't be as easy as she had thought. Not wanting to challenge Miller's temper any further, she immediately did what he said.

After she had dropped her underwear onto the floor, he grabbed her skirt and ripped open the seam at the left side. Then he tore off half of the material shortening the skirt drastically - now it ended just under her butt. Next, he took the blouse in his hands and opened two more buttons to reveal her mounds that seemed like they wanted to burst right out of it. He pulled the blouse out of her skirt and tied it together just beneath her large jugs revealing her bellybutton. Now, the blouse was clinging tightly to her body showing off her nipples through the thin material leaving not much to the imagination.

Meanwhile, Erickson had gone and fetched up new shoes for her, black leather knee high boots with high platforms at the front and enormously high spiked heels at the back. The term "Hooker Boots" fit perfectly for them. He threw them in front of her feet and ordered her to put them on.

"Now you look properly for your job!" Erickson said. "Just like a slut! Ain't that what you are - a little dirty slut we can use as we like?"

Looking down at her, she had to admit that with the high heeled platform fuck-me boots, the extremely short skirt ripped open at the side and the open blouse she looked like modelling the newest hooker wear, like a street walker presenting her goods.

When she was finished, the three made her show herself off to them in all her glory. They ordered her to turn around standing with the back to them. She had to lean forward with her legs straight putting her arms onto the chair she had been sitting on before. This way, her freshly shaven smooth pussy was on full display framed by her firm butt cheeks. Standing like that, she suddenly heard some clicking noises and looked behind to see where this sound was coming from. What she saw made her heart drop for a second but at once she was ordered to look back in front by Mr. Stanton.

He was holding a cell-phone making photos of her.

Vanessa realized that she had sold herself away. She knew that they would use these pictures to blackmail her forever. She would never get another good job. This one would be for life and there was no way out anymore.

A lump formed in her throat and she felt cold sweat breaking out. Was that what she had wished for? Maybe, it hadn't been such a good idea as it had sounded this morning.

Her train of thoughts was interrupted by Stanton's voice ordering her to sit on the chair. She had to pull her ripped skirt up and spread her legs wide pulling her pussy apart with her delicate fingers. Again, photos were taken.

Astonishing herself, she could feel a little wetness on her fingers. How could she get aroused now? She had to do what they told her to. They didn't care a bit about her wishes or desires. They were taking photos of her that would be hunting her forever. There was no way out of this! She had to obey them! And she had never obeyed to anyone whether man or woman! She was the one taking what she wished!

But still the situation was arousing her, making her wet.

After some more photos, they brought her down into the parking garage taking the elevator. She was thankful that no other secretary in the law office was there seeing her like that. In the garage, they took Stanton's Mercedes. They placed her in the back with Miller and Erickson sitting at each side of her. It was bright daylight outside and the two enjoyed pulling her skirt up so everyone looking inside was able to see her snatch. Every time they had to stop at a red traffic light, they started fondling her pussy lips, spreading them apart to reveal her pink flesh and rubbing her clit. She hated them for doing so but she knew better than to resist. Her heart was beating so loud it was thumping in her ears. She didn't want any strangers looking at her that way.

When they were coming to a halt at another traffic light, a truck was stopping next to them. In horror, she saw the driver looking to the side catching a glimpse of her sitting open on display in the Mercedes. When Erickson and Miller realized what was going on, they plunged a finger each into her little hole moving them in and out. The trucker honked with best thanks and surprisingly Vanessa heard herself groan. She felt a slight shiver running through her body. She couldn't believe it! She felt humiliated but her body started betraying her mind getting slowly aroused.

Finally, Stanton parked the car downtown. She could only hope that no one she knew would see her walking along these three men dressed like a hooker - especially not one of Mark's friends. They headed for the station which was located in a rundown seedy part of town harbouring the red light district. Reaching this part of town, they walked past a lot of single men greedily looking at her, almost starting to drool. She sighed in relief when Stanton walked into a strip club glad to get off the street. It was looking rather shabby. No place she would ever go on her own or expect to meet a person like Stanton.

Inside, only a handful of men sat around a u-formed stage watching a girl stripping and dancing around a chrome tube. When they stepped inside, almost all men turned their attention to her mustering her up and down.

The gazes she received were completely different from the ones she was used to from men. They were greedy, full of horniness not showing a single hint of sympathy. They were giving her creeps as she knew these men were only seeing her as a walking piece of meat longing to grab her and to do with her whatever they liked.

Miller leaned over to her and whispered into her ear. What he was saying made her creep even more. She felt cold shivers running down her spine. She wanted to run out of this terrible club and never look back again.

"I won't do that!" she said defiantly.

"Yes you will, slut! And you'll like every second of it," Miller answered aloud now.

He leaned over to her ear again and whispered "Where do you wanna go looking like this? Just like a common street whore. The johns won't let you get far!"

Shuddering, Vanessa realized that he was right. She had nowhere to go. Mark was at home and would ask what she had done with this outfit and they still had the photos. She remembered all the things she had already done. This would only be a small step now, wouldn't it? But would she be able to bring herself to do this?

When the girl stripping had finished and stepped off the stage, it was Vanessa's turn. Her legs didn't move like frozen to the ground but Erickson gave her a hard shove.

"Get your slutty as up there, whore!"

She stumbled forward towards the stage. When the men saw her moving, they started clapping urging her on.

"Give us a show, bitch!" one of the guys shouted.

There was no way back for her and she knew it. So she finally climbed onto the stage.

All the men thought the same. This bitch looked sinfully sexy and better than any slut they had ever seen dancing in this club.

Vanessa moved carefully to the center of the stage. She was so nervous she almost fell over her feet. When music started to play, she faced the crowd and slowly started to dance moving her hips and arms. She didn't dare to move her feet at all. Any hint of self-consciousness she had had when walking into the office this morning was gone. After some time, the crowd started clapping rhythmically relaxing her and giving her more and more confidence. She started moving faster to the beat, bending over to touch her boots with her hands and letting her fingers slowly trail up over her long smooth legs, raising her skirt a little higher but not high enough to reveal her cunt.

The shouts of encouragement started awakening a weird feeling in her stomach. The thought of being the one who was able to drive all these men wild started arousing her.

She let her fingers slide over her barely covered tits, rubbing over her nipples till they stood out straining against the thin fabric. She grabbed the ends of her blouse and slowly opened the knot while shaking her hips rhythmically. Her plump melons sprang free and everybody could see how hard her pink nipples had already become. She took her two mounds in her hands and started to massage them holding her nipples between her index and middle finger. She realized that they had become as hard as little diamonds spurring her arousal even further. Slowly dancing, she turned around shaking her firm round butt before she leaned forward revealing her little pussy to the crowd. Turning around, she slipped the skirt down so that she was standing there totally naked except for the knee high fuck-me boots. She grabbed the chrome tube with both her small hands and started dancing there provokingly. Pressing her cunt against the pole, her puffy cunt lips were split open by it. She grounded against it harder and harder leaning her body back. The men grew excited by looking at this diminutive beauty dancing with such a horny feel. They couldn't help but to shout obscene compliments to her.

Out of the blue, Stanton entered the stage from behind carrying his belt. He whipped the floor and shouted.

"On your knees, bitch!"

Vanessa hesitated. This was the moment she had feared all the time since Miller had whispered it into her ear. She knew she had to behave as ordered but nonetheless she couldn't bring her body to respond.

Again, Stanton whipped the floor. This time so near beside her left boot that he almost hit her.

Slowly, she sank to her knees and crawled to her new boss.

Another whip to the floor.

Vanessa had to gulp swallowing her revulsion before she started kissing and licking his expensive brown Italian leather shoes.

The crowd exploded.

Again, Stanton slashed the whip on the floor next to her and she started crawling to the head of the stage. She could feel butterflies going wild inside her stomach but she didn't know if it was caused by her nervousness or excitement anymore.

Reaching the end of the stage, she looked lasciviously down at the man sitting there and licked her red full lips seductively with her tongue. Then she said the words she wouldn't have believed to be able to bring over her lips.

"Would you like to fuck me, sir? Would you like to show me who's the boss in here? Please, give it good and hard to this slut!"

The crowd erupted again everybody yelling obscenities at her not believing what a hot, dirty and willing slut had just walked into their club.

The men being in his thirties looked like a construction worker as he was deeply tanned and very muscular. His unshaven hard face gave him a scrappy look. This was not the type of guy Vanessa would have talked to back in her days as a Go-Go dancer. But right now, she didn't have a choice. She had to admit teasing these men and hearing them cheer at her had aroused her. She could feel juices gathering between her legs but still this was the most degrading thing she had ever been forced to do. Could there be anything dirtier, filthier, more humiliating? She couldn't think of any.

Only for the moment, she had given in to the situation. She didn't care anymore who the guy was or how he was looking like. All that was important was to get over with this.

Before the guy could react, Stanton whipped the floor again and she turned around immediately. She pushed her hips up into the air and lowered her face down onto the ground. She started moving her hips lusciously and reaching with her hands behind she spread her cunt lips open with her long French manicured fingers. Everybody could see the moisture on her pink lips and all the guys whistled uproaringly before they started rooting for the chosen guy yelling

"Do the bitch! Do the bitch!"

Amazing herself, these rude comments and degrading names made Vanessa even hotter and she started moaning slightly even before the guy had reached her.

Stepping behind her, he started fingering her juicy snatch. First, he ran a single finger over the entire length of her hot box sending a shiver through Vanessa's body. She was still kneeling ass up face down, with her fingers spreading her cunt lips and the guy started pushing the finger inside her hole. She couldn't help but moan out loudly. Her body was starting to take over repressing her mind. The guy went on pushing a second and a third finger into her steaming cunt and it seemed to longingly suck them in.

When he pulled his fingers out, Vanessa sighed disappointedly. Now, her body needed something in her moist cunt. She needed to be filled. The guy walked around her stepping next to her face. He grabbed her hair and forced her up by pulling on it. He held his fingers in front of her face and told her to lick her juices off of it.

"Lick your mess off my fingers, you dirty slut!" he commanded with a voice that allowed no opposition.

Vanessa didn't have any opposition left in her, though. She only wanted to finish this task. She didn't hesitate a second hungrily sucking his fingers into her mouth and slurping off all her cunt juices. She knew what Stanton wanted to hear and she had resigned. Looking up into his eyes she said

"Thank you, Sir! Could you please fuck me now? Please fuck me as hard as you can, Sir!"

A smile spread over the guys face but he didn't react telling her

"You gotta get me ready first, dirty bitch!"

With that, he pulled down his jeans and revealed his cock. It was at least 9 inches long but especially thick. Vanessa had never seen a dick that thick. For a short moment, she inhaled the strong, musky aroma of sweat that assailed her nostrils making her almost gag. Without waiting for further instructions, she grabbed the cock in her hand and started jerking it furiously. She started swirling her tongue around his fleshy foreskin and explored beneath as he grunted. Opening her little mouth wide, she pulled her delicate lips over its head already leaking pre-cum and started sucking on it bopping her head up and down. She wasn't able to get the entire shaft into her mouth as it hit the entrance to her throat before that.

After some sucking, the guy told her to stop. He put her chin in his hand and made her look up at him. Then he told her

"Now, I will fuck your face! You will give me a no hands blowjob, you filthy slut, and I'm gonna push my dick right down your throat till my balls hit your chin. I love watching your spit run out of your mouth, dripping down onto your big fuck tits and I wanna hear you gag desperately around my cock. Understood, nasty bitch?"

He wrapped her long red hair around his hand and order her to open her mouth wide.

Vanessa looked like a deer caught in the headlights, fear clearly visible in her eyes. She had never deep throated any dick and she wasn't keen on doing so. But she knew he'd do it anyway so she positioned her hands against his strong thighs and opened her mouth waiting for the intrusion.

The guy didn't wait long pushing her mouth down onto his shaft in one swift motion. There was a little resistance when he hit the entrance to her throat but he simply went on pushing her face towards his balls. Vanessa had to gag violently. She pressed her arms against his thighs trying to get her head off the cock but to no avail. He was far stronger then her and her struggling made her gag even more violently. The guy seemed to enjoy her discomfort as the gripping motions of her throat muscles massaged his dick.