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"There's more?"
She looked offended. "Never mind."
No, I didn't mean it that way. I just thought since you were taught to dance and programmed and all that..."
"That was only a part of the story. I think you should know why I don't want to mess around where I work. Even if I'm a stripper and it's a strip club."
"Katya, I'm sorry. I really want to understand."
Now back at my apartment, "OK, just listen, " Seeming a little irritated.
She began again,
"So I walked out of that frat house after everyone left for Thanksgiving to go home. No one asked me where I was going or what I was doing. I was alone. I had no clothes, no money, no friends, and nowhere to go. I scrounged up some of the guy's clothes that had been left behind. I looked like a bum and stunk of swill from the old clothes. I had no shoes, and I was hungry.
I tried to collect my options to survive. Only a few things came to mind. I loved being nude. I loved dancing.
I had to think fast."
"Why didn't you go home?" I asked.
"With what I had done? How could I ever?
Someone stopped and asked me if I needed help. I looked at him and said I'd give him a blow job if he gave me $10. He looked me over and said $5.
I went right to a McDonald's and ate. Best burger I've ever had in my life. To this day. As I ate, I swore to myself I would not become a hooker.
I saw a strip joint and just walked in. The guy there looked at me, and I'm sure all he saw was a skank. I told him I could dance. He had me undress right then and there, ordering, ‘strip bitch.' His eyes got big with dollar signs when he saw me.
The deal was that I would dance and get food, but he got my tips. I was allowed to sleep there. The first few nights, he came back and fucked me savagely with no mercy. The next night, I was so black and blue, I couldn't even dance, so he threw me out the door, physically and naked again."
"Oh my God. That's horrible."
"It was. I hid and came up with my plan.
I knew he did not clear out the cash register at closing, so at around 4 am the next morning, I broke in and stole all the cash I could get my hands on and put on some of the other girls' clothes that were there. Fucking idiot didn't even have an alarm.
I had enough money to get a room for the night and just soaked under that shower for hours.
I pulled myself together and went to another bar. I was told to strip and then suck the two owners cocks, one right after the other, and was allowed to dance for them. They watched my audition, and because I was still somewhat programmed was very horny after, and they knew it. Not only did they fuck me silly, but they said I was going to be their new pet and was brought to their place.
These guys had a virtual dungeon in their house. I added Pain Queen to my resume with them. They derived great pleasure in torturing me and would have parties where I was racked, prodded, and probed, and they figured out the dancing and cumming thing quickly and made a lot of money with me dancing and masturbating in front of their friends and audiences. I was well fed, though, and had a room and a shower and lots of clothing, so I stayed for probably a month. When I said I needed money, they told me to get out.
I wasn't sure where to go, and some guy picked me up hitchhiking. It was English."
"What? Ivan?"
"He was very good to me. He moved me into an apartment with a few other girls and started booking me as a guest dancer in various clubs, and I was given a cut of the action. All very fair. He never made a move on me either. I was now a dancer for English and worked 7 nights or days a week. Whatever I was told to do. And I didn't have to fuck, suck, or cum for anyone.
He was a good salesman, so I got busy. When word got around to the guy I robbed, and when he came after me, English cut him. Bad. I think being hospitalized was not as big of a problem as his ego and reputation. So he got some Motorcycle club to go after English to fuck him up.
English wasn't already in with the Legion guys, but he knew because he also provided them with dancers. He made a deal. He knew they hated this other club, and he told Jocko, the Legion President, that they could have me as an exclusive for a year if they helped him with his problem. It was a win-win for Jocko. When I was turned over to Jocko, English was out of the picture at least until the night of the hand grenade. I was Jocko's exclusive property and indentured servant.
There were rules, though. First, Legion clubs are all nude. I was to do what I was told when I was told, with no questions asked. No heroine or any hard stuff, no sex anytime, anywhere near the club. They got me my own place and treated me with dignity and respect, but there was no mistake about the repercussions of failing to follow the rules. The word on the street was that they had some girls blackmailed into prostitution. I heard some were sold overseas. These were not guys to mess around with, so I was on my best behavior. I danced for them every night and would go home to make myself cum every night because I still needed it from dancing.
I told Jocko my problem and how I needed to get laid, and he set me up with one of the guys. This guy Tommy would be waiting in my apartment every single night after work and would fuck me silly, then come back at least 3 times a day. I was satisfied but always sore. It was a little embarrassing because at work, everyone could see how red my pussy was.
He kind of drove the need to masturbate right out of me.
I got to know all the guys in the Legions. I learned to love working there. I felt safe around them and felt free again, being able to be nude, dancing, and being admired by other people. I was feeling better about myself. And they let me keep all my tips.
It was all working for me, and I was even saving money and could enroll in school. This whole time, I was a voracious reader and would go through all kinds of textbooks. I still love to read, and Psychology is my favorite.
Anyway, Tommy got too used to me. I needed him to fulfill my need, so I started doing things to keep him interested. That's when the games started. First, it was other women for me to be with to entertain him. Then it was role play. Big biker guys love their ass holes played with. Nothing made Tommy wilder than me finger fucking his ass hole while I either sucked him off or gave him a hand job. I got good at it. He would then act very dominant and spank me and torture my nipples, make me masturbate for him, and make me crawl around begging to be fucked. During these sessions, it would not be uncommon for us to be high on something. X or mushrooms, or something exotic to heighten the sexual experiences for us both. But eventually, as much as I loved it, I couldn't keep his interest, and he moved on.
So that's how I got where I am."
"That's some story, Katya, it should be a movie."
"I don't know. It was all pretty sick now that I look back on it. I haven't scared you off, have I?" She asked, looking up to meet my eyes, seeming a little uncertain.
"I told you, it was the past, and I don't care about the past."
"But the residual...." She started to say.
"Fuck the residual effects!" I said, "I feel so close to you right now. I'm so happy you shared all of this with me," Thinking fast, I added, "Besides, this way I can make you do all sorts of fucked up things for me," And I looked for her reaction with a smirk on my face.
Katya saw my expression and jumped on me, tackling me to the ground, pinning my arms over my head, "You mean all the fucked up things I'm going to do to you!" Now laughing.
I looked up to her, and when our eyes met, "What happened with your other boyfriends, Katya?"
"Well, quite honestly, there were only 2 before you once I started school. Fast forward to working for Guy, who I met at school. I danced nights so I could learn about video production as a go-for with Guy during the day.
"Yeah, he told me about it," I said.
"He was an ass hole to me, but anyway, I met Greg, which I'm sure Guy told you about. He was a lot older and seemed like a cool dude. I thought it would be sexy to be completely submissive for him, and that was fun for about a minute because he wasn't even a good fuck.
That's when I met the Yalie. He was pretty straight, so it was easy to corrupt him, and I loved having power over him. He was easy to dominate. I was never submissive to him. I was pretty rough on him at times. I know he resented it, because I think I pushed him too far. So I made a note and thought I needed to tone it down with men in the future. Then I met you.
As I'm sure you figured out, I'm not your typical college co-ed. Like I said, I like you a lot. I want full disclosure because I don't want you finding out something down the road that would get in the middle of us.
I buried myself in books, I learned all about the insecurities of men and women, and tried to piece together what I wanted to be for myself and someone else.
This past semester, I just worked and went to school until we met. I remember that first day when you sat behind me because what was going through my head was, he's cute, he's well built, and clearly well spoken, but do I really want to get involved? That's why I was a little standoffish. By the time we were in Guy's car together, I was ready to move on with my life and loved teasing you.
"How did you find me in the club that night you came in with your friends, anyway?"
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