Alice and Mr. Thompson's meetings at Aphrodite became more and more frequent, and they didn't revolve solely around simple fellatio anymore — despite the fact the dirty old man certainly hadn't stopped asking her for nasty oral. Now that they clearly established the boundaries and limits of their new relationship, especially the fact that there were little to none, nothing was off the table.
The 55-year-old man called for Alice several times a week and she came running to private room 4. There, he got a kick out of grabbing her as soon as she entered the room and taking her against the wall, crushing her between it and his large belly while he pounded into her relentlessly. He also enjoyed railing the young blonde's pussy as she sat face-down ass-up on the black armchair where she did her first strip show for him.
The leather was smelly and stained with the sweat of the countless previous clients who'd gotten sexually aroused on it, but Alice didn't care. On the contrary, it turned her on. She never had sex in a more vile and fetid place, and something in her relished that.
The fact this room was still their meeting spot spoke volumes about the way her despicable teacher saw her. For their first time together, he paid for a classy hotel room to get in her pants. But now that it was said and done, he didn't bother inviting her outside anymore. Why waste money on a dinner date with his sexy former student while he could simply snap his fingers and have her bounce her lily white butt on his dick five minutes later in a strip-club backroom?
"That's right, little bitch!" he grunted, while she moved on top of him. "Impale your wet pussy on me! You feel how hard my dick is for you?"
"Yes, Daddy!" the 19-year-old girl cried in response. "You feel so, so good inside me. If I'd known it would be this good, I would've let you fuck me sooner!"
Alice was pretty sure Mr. Thompson enjoyed defiling her in this dump of a place more than in the well-lit hotel suite they went to the last time. But it wasn't about the cost. It was about showing her where she belonged, where she had always belonged. Down in a gutter, surrounded by society's rejects, especially him.
Since he had access to his favorite stripper anytime he wanted to, Mr. Thompson asked her to wear every costume the strip-club had in stock for their meetings. And there were a lot! With how regularly they saw each other now, the divorced teacher had now shagged her dressed like a slutty nun, like a bunny girl, like a sexy nurse, or even clad in leather with handcuffs around her wrists.
They ruined costume after costume with how rough their fucking sessions were. The cloth always ended up full of sweat, semen and other bodily juices. But that wasn't a concern of theirs. The wretched couple was waaaay past the point of caring about such trivial things! It's like both of them broke out of prisons after decades of sexual deprivation, they couldn't get enough of each other's bodies.
Alice was still surprised by the fact she found anything arousing in her repulsive teacher's figure, but she was done fighting it. She looked radiant and pure in comparison to him, and it's precisely what turned her on. She wanted him to bring her down to his level, to use her in the most wretched and degrading way imaginable.
And, since Mr. Thompson told her she was now his sex slave, he did exactly that. Very enthusiastically.
During the night at the hotel, the middle-aged man also called her his "cumdumpster", and it seemed to take this label quite literally. The bald professor had taken a malicious liking to giving facials to his former high school student and making her swallow. Whenever he was on the edge, he removed himself from her and unloaded on her face and tits, never missing the opportunity to make a few drops fall on the side.
That forced Alice to get down on all fours and lick the soiled and filthy floor of this run-down strip-club to clean after him. While she proceeded, Mr. Thompson kept on telling her she was even lower than a vacuum cleaner, that her purpose wasn't to be a stripper, but a cum rag.
It was the most humiliating thing anyone ever made her do, yet Alice always gave it her best to do a proper job. Each time she felt he was about to climax, she dropped to her knees and opened her mouth obediently. She didn't do it to earn a praise, since she knew better than to expect any from the horrible old man. It was about showing her Daddy she didn't forget the oath she made in that hotel room, and that she was fully his, for better or worse.
Mostly worse...
"Fuck, you've learned to drink my cum so submissively now, Miss Thornwood," Mr. Thompson said, jerking himself above her willing mouth. "It's been weeks since I last needed to use a tissue."
"And you'll never need to again," Alice replied, licking his semen off his throbbing penis devotedly. "As long as you keep me as your pet, master."
***
Obviously, all those silly shenanigans didn't go unnoticed. The young stripper's moans and screams of ecstasy kept disturbing the clients of the nearby private rooms, making them feel cheated that they were only receiving a meager lap dance with no touching involved.
The other exotic dancers started gossiping and speaking behind Alice's back, sidelining her any time they could. Even Crystal distanced herself from her after saying that, even to please a sugar daddy, she didn't have to go that far!
The fact they saw their colleague Candy regularly walk out the private room with messy hair, torn clothes and smelling of sex while a repulsive man old enough to be her father openly rubbed and squeezed her ass was already incriminating enough. But, what really made everyone fuss was the fact that she wasn't getting paid for any of it!
Mr. Thompson had stopped giving her extras altogether. He even refused to pay to book the private room. He came in Aphrodite as if he was doing the groceries, asking for his favorite stripper and expecting for her to come empty his balls in the following minutes, which she consistently accepted to do. This dynamic was incomprehensible to everyone around. Why was the beautiful blonde degrading herself for this vile old fool, if not for money?
Several erotic dancers knew Mr. Thompson. He was vulgar, creepy, and unbearable. Some girls explicitly refused to be left alone in a room with him in the past, even with the promise of a fat check. So why did this beauty, this blonde goddess with perky breasts, nice humps and eyes blue enough you could drown yourself in them, debauch herself with such an old pervert? Was she right in the head?
Alice didn't care about those rumors and comments. She already suffered through the reputation of being an easy girl back in high school even though she wasn't, this wasn't anything new to her. Now, at least, it wasn't lies that were spread behind her back. But the irrefutable truth.
The young blonde was actually excited by the fact that, even in a place like Aphrodite, amongst washed-out strippers past their prime whose clients were all creeps and losers, she was still the lowest of the low. The cheapest harlot in the establishment!
If they only knew how far the rabbit hole went... If only they knew she had agreed to all this for a single cent.
The real problem came from Bill, the club owner. At first, he turned a blind eye to this horseplay. Mr. Thompson was a regular, he had been coming in his establishment for years, he owed him that much. But when the extras stopped coming and his youngest and prettiest exotic dancer kept on being booked for hours on end, he started getting upset.
Furthermore, he noticed Alice wasn't hard at work anymore. The few private dances she was hired to do, she performed without passion or interest, and he kept getting complaints about her lack of effort. Even on stage, she seemed elsewhere, not putting her mind to it. The fact drips of semen trickled on the scene on several occasions after she met with the old customer also definitely didn't help her case!
Then, one time Mr. Thompson was having anal sex with her in private room 4, Alice noticed that, contrary to the usual, the light of the camera on the wall was on. For the first time, Bill was watching and recording them.
At this moment, the young blonde probably should've stopped what her teacher was doing. She should've put her clothes back on and ran to Bill's office to apologize, to ask him to give her another chance.
But she did none of it. The teen stripper remained motionless and let the nasty old man push his massive dick in and out of her little ass to see how much he could make it gape. Ever since the night at the hotel, he was adamant about training her to take him there. At least twice a week, he made sure her anus remembered how to stretch and dilate to welcome him.
He was as painstaking in this process as he was when he taught her in high school, but Alice enjoyed those lessons a lot more than she did her boring classes.
"Every time I come, your ass gapes a little larger and for little while longer," Mr. Thompson said, excitedly. "I'll have you turned into a proper anal slut in no time, Miss Thornwood..."
"Thanks, sir... Ah! I'm so grateful you're willing to... Ah! To take the time to make me acquire a new skill."
All along, she couldn't help but think about the camera recording them. Her only regret about that day later on would be not having told Mr. Thompson that they were being watched. Alice knew her Daddy would've been as thrilled as she was to know he was putting on a show…
***
"So, Candy… Or, Ms. Alice Thornwood, I guess. What do you have to say for yourself?" Bill asked, while the video of her getting screwed doggy style by a grey-haired fatso in a badly lit room played on the monitor.
The young blonde didn't apologize nor tried to defend herself. She could've argued that Bill knew what was going on from the start, that she could squeal to the cops about the fact his establishment basically allowed prostitution to blackmail him into keeping her on the job.
But she didn't. Alice's attention was focused on the video. She never saw Mr. Thompson and herself having sex from an outside perspective before. Even naked and in this sordid backroom, she looked like an absolute angel! Golden hair, innocent eyes, with a slender and frail body. The man ferociously railing her from behind seemed even more vile and repulsive n comparison. His body hair was white and covered in sweat, and the evil smile on his lips revealed yellowing teeth whose breath Alice could almost feel on her face.
Seriously, how the hell did such a gross old man land a goddess like that?
"Fuck, I look hot," Alice simply replied, captivated.
Bill sighed, feeling extremely tired.
He'd been in this line of work for a while now, and he knew problems came with the territory. There was the moron who fell in love with a stripper and who kept on harassing her, needing for him to send goons to threaten him and pressure him into leaving her alone. There was the stripper who fell pregnant without having the faintest idea who the father could be. There was the drug use, the bar fights, the depressions... Honestly, he thought he'd seen it all by now. The vicissitudes of human nature held no secrets for him anymore.
But that shitshow, that weird, inexplicable, revolting thing playing on his monitor was something new. And the bar owner had enough savvy to know he wanted absolutely no part in it.
"Yeah, see, that's exactly the type of unprofessional behavior I can't have in my business," Bill said, massaging his forehead. "I'm running a strip-club, not a brothel, and I don't want any trouble with the cops. I don't know how much this old fucker is paying you on the side, but since I'm seeing none of it, you're fired Alice. Effective immediately."
He cut the monitor, making her disappointed not to get to see the end of the scene. When she turned to him, she was unfazed about the news. It's like the young blonde was living in a different reality.
"Pack your shit and get out of my sight," Bill said, to make her react. "I don't ever want to see you again. Be glad I'm not making you pay for all the costumes you ruined, you crazy bitch
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